Earth's Greatest Magus

In all the years since the Magus Tournament began, the final day of the tournament had always been the day with the highest number of viewers, be it live or broadcast.

The viewership not only came from the Magus Academy or the planets within its sector area, but from all the territories under the Magus Alliance, totaling nearly ten times the number from the previous day.

There was little to no doubt this particular day was the topic of many across the human universe. Countless number of people, of different status and origins, discussed this momentous event with one question in their minds.

“What kind of new talents will emerge this year?”

From many different corners of the galaxies, trillions watched and judged between the two figures standing in the magnificent arena, their gazes alternating between the young wolf half-blood and the young noble of the Arkaland faction.

“Huh? A wolf half-blood managed to enter finals? This year must have been filled with such a bad batch!”

“A lower realm nobody against an Arkaland noble. Do we really need to watch this? It’s obvious who the winner will be!”

“Woah! That is one hell of a sword battle!”

“An acolyte with Sword Aura! Finalist indeed!”

“What?! Time Spell?!”

“Space and gravity… against time magic. This is crazy! Absolutely crazy!”

“How can this not be the final match!? What kind of monster will we see in the next match?”

Most of the viewers who had just joined to watch the yearly tournament couldn’t believe what their eyes were seeing. They found it hard to comprehend that such a spectacular, blood-pumping spectacle was merely the opening match.

A somewhat similar situation also could be seen unfolding in the VIP area within the Magus Academy Grand Hall. On this particular day, the place which was usually only filled with several individuals related to the Academy was now filled with several new visitors that had come only to watch the finals.

A few members of Magus Alliance Council, Ministers, and a few Faction leaders, who still decided to attend the event in spite of the warning of potential threats happening this day.

Most of these people had some of their attention on the young wolf, but their main interest was still placed on his opponent, Olivier Arkaland, which in their eyes was a young rising talent who needed to be watched out for.

“I have heard about the dragon boy of Zodiac City, but I didn’t realize that there was another! A wolf half blood has actually managed to enter the final!”

“That boy must have been extremely lucky, hasn’t he? There’s no other way otherwise.”

One decided to check on the information of today’s match and saw their names;

“Zach… Mahinder… Olivier… where is Eeshoo, the Nephilim protege?”

At a time like this, Headmaster Delbrand knew he had to explain some things. Hence, he gave a summary to explain how they got to the finalists to these particular guests. As expected, their reactions were rather exaggerated.

“What?! That wolf boy defeated Eeshoo?! Unbelievable!”

Yet these people still didn’t think much of Emery. It was only after seeing how the young wolf was able to fight against the favorite Sword Saint that their views began to change, removing their prejudices. Once they heard about what had happened at yesterday’s match, they became amazed once again.

“Hahaha, this is what makes things interesting, isn’t it? A lower realm nobody who could defeat a great faction protege!” said one of the guests, who was a Magus Alliance Council member with a laugh.

His words quickly earned the sharp gaze of the person who had a good relation with the mentioned Grade 5 faction, but the man ignored him completely. After all, his words were not wrong.

“For me personally, I can’t wait to see the Monk. I am amazed, there are so many exceptional acolytes this year!”

An elder who had been following the Magus Tournament for dozens of years and had been watching the entire seven days made a comment, to which the others quickly responded and chimed in.

“You’re right. Normally, someone with a talent like the Nephilim protege would be enough to seize the championship. In fact, I have seen some years with much worse talents. It’s indisputable that this year’s participants are the best as far as I can remember!”

The statement was quickly followed by several nods, as half of the people sitting on the VIP were instructors of the Magus Academy, who also had their fair share of Magus Tournament throughout their teaching years. Some even started to compare their disciples, this year or the many years before.

Then suddenly, one particular faction leader had a certain interesting question that had everyone listening. Not only because of the question, but also the person it was addressed to. There was no one in this place who didn’t recognize that figure, because she was the leader of the Magus Academy’s Light Institute, Grand Magus Aurora.

“Elder, I know the three of the participants possess extraordinary talents in light magic. I wonder if you can please tell us more about them?”

Everyone quickly knew who the three people mentioned were, since all three were extremely famous among the younger generations. They were none other than Mahinder the Monk, Olivier the Sword Saint, and Eeshoo the Nephilim protege.

Hearing the question, the female grand magus glanced at the faction leader, before calmly answering, “They all have their own master. I didn’t get to spend much time with any of them.”

The faction leader sneered and added, “Elder, I also heard a rumor that you had a divine sighting about them. Is this rumor true?”

Such words immediately drew the interest and intrigue of everyone in the VIP area. Murmurs and whispers began to run about, but most were waiting for the female grand magus, who was a known Oracle, to answer the question.

Noting that everyone’s attention was on her, Grand Magus Aurora threw a discreet glance at Headmaster Delbrand before deciding to speak out. Everyone swiftly perked their ears so as to not miss a single detail, as divine sighting was a very rare occurrence.

It was a prophecy given to her, 5 years ago, at the time when the new academy class arrived at the Magus Academy. One that told about two acolytes bearer of light elements. One would become a grave threat to humanity, while another would become the savior.

A prophecy about a Saint and a Demon.

Exclamations immediately erupted among the people when Grand Magus Aurora shared her divine sighting. Chatters and discussions immediately broke out among these people.

“Wow! Is this really true?! Which one do you think will be between the three? The Monk, the Sword Saint, or the Nephilim protege?”

“Well, if I have to pick, then I guess Olivier. The man after all is known as Sword Saint, he must be the Saint in the prophecy.”

Amidst the discussion about which one was the Saint and the Demon, another guest only present today, a female minister, suddenly said, “That Arkaland boy.. Time magic… Could he be a descendant of the Tempus clan?”

“Tempus Clan?! Ah, I remember. Isn’t that the clan that was destroyed in the tragic incident ten years ago? Is he really from that clan?”

“Yes, I think he is.”

It didn’t take long for the revelation about the origin of the master swordsman fighting in the arena to spread to everyone in the VIP area, that Olivier was a sole survivor of an unusual clan.

“Time magic is indeed such a dangerous spell and with what I heard about the incident, I’ll put my bet on that Arkaland kid is the Demon in the prophecy. Am I right?”

“Yes, and my champion Mahinder should be the real Saint!”

The sight of how casually these people talked about and prejudiced the acolytes without care of course made Headmaster Delbrand pose a deep frown on his face. On the other hand, Grand Magus Aurora just remained silent, seemingly keeping her opinion to herself.

But if she were, to be honest, she indeed had a similar thought when she first met Olivier.

Beyond Olivier’s calm and confident demeanor, the grand magus senses a profound hatred hidden deep within the young man. However, her thoughts couldn’t help but change when this year arrived, so she couldn’t help but feel hesitant.

After all, it was a few months ago that she realized there were actually not just three, but four talented acolytes in the light element. The one that many people didn’t know about, the young wolf boy standing in the arena fighting.

She was sure that there was something special in the boy, she just didn’t know if it was the Demon or the Saint.

While she was deep in thought, at the same time the fight taking place in the arena seemed to have reached another height. The young wolf showed the world the extent of his gravity spell.

“Aaahh! The wolf’s gravity spell has been broken by the Arkaland kid! That young wolf is done!”

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