Earth's Greatest Magus

Emery couldn’t help but inwardly frown when he saw the members of the Sandune Wolf.

Thinking that Yori and the others had been captured so quickly really bothered him. The likely answers were that the Ironcrest was really that good at their job, or that there was something he was missing.

Coupled with the fact he was invited to this VIP area for no apparent reason, Emery couldn’t help but feel a little paranoid. But even though his anxiety was growing, he still remained where he was, his face showing interest in the fight that was about to ensue.

‘Don’t be hasty, there shouldn’t be any link between the Sandune incident and you,” Emery said to himself as he kept his eyes on the arena. At the same time, the bald man in the arena finally announced the start of the fight.

Emery watched how the Ghost Wolf magus stood there silently without a response as the Sandune Wolf, who had each been given weapons, began to move and slowly formed an encirclement around him.

However, Emery was positive that nothing good would await the Sandune Wolf, and moments later, things developed as expected.

The Sandune went ahead and attacked in a group of three. They launched their attacks at the same time, leaving barely any openings, but none of them managed to hit the magus, their attacks hitting empty space.

The magus figure vanished from its spot as he executed a unique movement technique his bloodline bestowed that made him move like a flying piece of cloth, dodging all the attacks aimed at him perfectly.

However, even though it was clear the Sandune Wolves couldn’t do anything and  were at the Ghost Wolf magus’ mercy, the latter had not gravely injured any of them.

This display of compassion caused resentment to well up within the Ironcrest Patriarch, who wanted to see a bloodbath. He quickly shot up from his seat and shouted at the nearby staff. “What kind of fight is this?! I want those tribals torn bloody apart!”

The staff was terrified and quickly headed away to comply with the Patriarch’s wishes.

“You sure are in a bad mood, aren’t you?” Philip said with a faint smile.

Snorting in irritation, the Ironcrest Patriarch said, “Huh, of course I am! Those ungrateful dogs! They dared to revolt against me. Not only that, they killed my men!”

When he heard those words, Emery could feel his body relax, relief washed over him. It seemed his worry earlier was just his own paranoia. On the other hand, unfortunately for the Sandune Wolf, their fate seemed to be sealed here now.

Emery saw the bald man take out a small bell and ring it. Before he could think of what it was for, the Ghost Wolf magus suddenly let out a loud howl as he turned frenzied like a beast.

The howl was accompanied by chilling gusts. The temperature in the arena seemed to drop exponentially as everyone could clearly see the Sandune Wolf’s breath, their bodies shivering slightly.

In the meantime, sharp claws shot out from the Ghost Wolf magus’ fingers. In just a matter of a few seconds, his figure had flickered around the Sandune Wolf warriors as they all fell to the ground without exception. Their bones were crushed, their bodies tore limb by limb.

Emery watched how Yori the chief stood bravely facing death, before his head flew and rolled on the ground.

It was fortunate Yoro was not here with him, as he was certain the young Sandune Wolf would not be able to bear to see the deaths of his father and risked having their identities exposed.

The fight concluded with the deaths of all the Sandune Wolves. With that, the auction for the Ghost Wolf magus began. The bidding price quickly rose past 8 million spirit stones, which was more expensive than a Tier 6 artifact.

However, once the two patriarchs joined the bidding war, the commotion from the other bidders quickly died down as no one dared to challenge the two bigshots.

Needless to say, the two patriarchs once again went into an argument over who would obtain the magus slave. Philips Corvin insisted and persuaded the Ironcrest Patriarch, saying he really needed a good gift for his son Jason to succeed in the upcoming Royal Hunt.

Eventually, faced with such persistence, the latter relented. “All right, alright, Philips. I get it. You can have this one.”

With that, the Corvin Patriarch managed to obtain the ownership of the Ghost Wolf magus slave for an astonishing price of 10 million spirit stones. For that, the Ironcrest Patriarch commented, “I heard your mine was in trouble recently. I didn’t think you’d still spend that much for a slave.”

“You’re right. It’s quite annoying, actually,” Philip said with a sour expression. “But don’t worry. You’ll see, I will have it running again in a few days.”

A smile could be seen on the Ironcrest Patriarch’s face as he said, “That’s good news. You can always ask me if you ever need anything.”

Patting the man’s shoulder, the Corvin Patriarch said, “Thank you, Crytex. Your support is always appreciated.”

Emery secretly heaved a deep sigh hearing the two’s conversation. Even an incident like that wasn’t enough to deal a blow to the faction, meaning if he wanted to cause a greater impact, he needed to think bigger.

Now that the ‘special display’ was over, the Corvin Patriarch turned to Emery once again and said, “You may give the Royal Hunt a try, but I don’t think you should put much hope and effort into it.”

Saying those words, the man got up from his seat. The two patriarchs then left the area, followed by Jason, who was still giving him a glare.

Watching their figures disappear, Emery turned to the nearby staff and asked to see the slaves he had just purchased. But since they were apparently still under care, he was taken to the Bazaar undercroft instead, which was a very dirty and messy part of the Bazaar where all the slaves were prepped before and after the battle.

There, he saw more chained slaves, piles of beast corpses and even some half-blood corpses as well. Amongst the pile, he could see the figures of the recently deceased Yori and Sandune Wolf warriors.

A few moments later, Emery heard a commotion. As expected, it was Yoro who tried to force his way into the place. He quickly asked – bribed – the guards to let the young man in and the latter quickly knelt before the corpses of his father and friends.

“Father… father…” When his sorrowful cries subsided, Yoro then looked at Emery saying, “Chief… My father… Wha-what should I do now?”

What happened in front of him was what he hated the most. Thus, Emery grabbed Yoro’s shoulder and said, “Remember this moment and turn all those emotions into drive… Don’t worry, I will help you get your revenge.”