Dark Magus Returns - Chapter 861: A Broken Pillar

Kilper didn’t care about what had happened, nor did he care about understanding why the Hybrid was able to survive his attack. His thinking was quite simple.

“If you were able to take one hit and survive, then I’ll just have to hit you again and again.” Kilper placed both of his swords, stabbing them into the ground.

Knowing fully what to expect, the three on the ground split up, heading in different directions. When looking behind them, that’s when they could see the wave of Qi in the places just where they had stood in the air.

It was the purest form of Qi they had seen, shooting up like a tunnel.

“Did he really think that we would be such idiots, that we would fall for the same thing twice?” Mada suggested.

The large vortex of Qi didn’t stop there; it was now on the move like a tornado, following their movements.

“Well, if we’re going to waste our energy running, then we might as well run to you, right?” Ricktor said, as he sped up, starting to jump side to side, and he was the first of the three to reach Kilper.

He swung his sword from above, and his visual Qi made it look like a volcano had erupted as he swung it down. Staying in his position, Kilper swung his own sword upward, meeting Ricktor’s, but there was a clear difference in power.

Ricktor’s sword, with almost the rest of his body, was flung upward. His body was moving towards the vortex of Qi until Mantis came and flew behind him, grabbing him once again.

“Nice save,” Ricktor said. “But sorry, I’m just going to have to borrow you as a foothold for a second.”

Ricktor lifted his legs and kicked off Mantis’s body, propelling himself toward Kilper again. At the same time, Mada had managed to reach the other side of Kilper.

Kilper wasn’t expecting Ricktor to recover so quickly, and he needed to deal with the two of them at once.

Grabbing onto both swords, he was ready to swing them when he felt an intense heat toward the left side of his face.

Ricktor’s glove had turned white and was now red hot. While in the air, Ricktor was making a circular motion with his hand, and large flames were circling out from it.

‘This glove was an artifact left in the Erupting Fist Clan. It had been passed down in the clan for an incredibly long time, but it seems like my father never bothered to even use it. Perhaps it would have interfered with his beast form or techniques anyway.’

With the artifact, Ricktor had learned how it worked. The more Qi placed into the glove, the stronger the flames one was able to produce, even allowing for the temperature to rise.

Still, it wasn’t an unlimited energy source since it would use one’s Qi. However, what Ricktor liked about it was that the stronger he got along with his Qi, the stronger the flames would be that he could produce.

As he twirled them in a circular fashion, he then placed his hand over his sword, turning it iron-hot red. The flames even lingered on top of the sword for a while.

“Let’s make this attack feel like a real Lava Shot!” Ricktor shouted as he thrust his sword forward. His Qi gathered all of the spiraling flames that had lingered in the air, as well as those around the sword, and all of it pushed at the same time, as it hit Kilper’s sword used to defend the strike.

The flames carried up Kilper’s arm, and it looked like the entire thing had caught fire as it burned right in front of them. The attack caused Kilper to move his feet slightly as he couldn’t bear the fire on him.

“What are these flames? They aren’t ordinary!” Kilper winced in pain.

Just using his Qi to protect him or with a wave of his arm, ordinary flames would have disappeared, but these hadn’t. That was because they ran on Qi; until the Qi’s energy diminished, the flames wouldn’t either.

From the attack, Ricktor had clearly used a lot of energy, and he noticed something else.

As Kilper moved his feet, the Qi tunnels that were chasing the three of them disappeared as well.

‘Was he supplying Qi constantly to those tunnels through his feet? Is that why he hadn’t moved from his position as well?’ Ricktor thought.

Regardless, his practice with the artifact and his skills had shown results, but he had no doubt that it wouldn’t be enough to kill one of the pillars.

‘I leave the rest up to you guys,’ Ricktor said, as he landed on the ground and dropped to one knee.

Kilper was so distracted by the flames, he didn’t even have time to look at what had happened on the other side. With a quick glance, he threw his sword down, hoping to get rid of at least one of these annoying flies.

Looking at his sword, though, there was nothing there, and instead, there was just a large pool of water.

Continuing to look at the water, nothing happened until, right by his foot, another pool of water had been created, and bursting out drenched in his clothes was Mada with his dark blue-colored boots with a sharp tip on the end.

He spun his body, and the water from below rose. “Flowing Force Rampage!” Mada’s heel dug right into Kilper’s leg, causing his foot to be completely swept up. The impact hit one point, and flowing water pushed his leg even further.

Until Kilper had seemingly slipped. On one side, his arm was covered in fire; on the other, his leg was drenched in water.

“I hope you didn’t forget about me!” Mantis said, as he gathered his strength into his fist again. In the middle of Kilper falling, Mantis dashed forward, placing all his strength into his fist. Once again, the star grew white substance covering his hand until it formed into a giant spear. It was his entire hand.

Flowing with all of his Qi, Mantis flew right through the soft flesh of Kilper’s head, getting rid of it completely from his shoulders, causing one of the pillars to fall straight to the ground. Mantis soon landed, and the Behemoth Clan members nearby looked in disbelief. A bunch of students, a bunch of people they had never seen before, the three of them had managed to take out one of the pillars of the Behemoth Clan.

“I told you all, the Black Tiger is going to be the one to take down the Behemoth Clan today!” Mantis shouted in the air.

“Let him have his moment,” Ricktor smiled as he walked over to Mada, because they were right in the middle of the land of warriors, and having used up all their strength, it wasn’t going to be easy to get out of the situation they were in.

“Win or lose, we have to accept with a fight on this scale, that there will be losses.” Ricktor whispered to himself.