I, the All-Class Magus, All My Awakening Skills are LvMax

Before they could respond with words, the magus stepped forward, his voice icy and uncompromising, "Back off. Since you're too scared to make a move, I'll do it!"

With those words, the gold-tier magus lifted his staff, a gre glow veloping him.

A tempest swirled into being.

A wind blade, over a meter long, formed in front of the magus.

With a shout, "Wind blade, go!" the blade sliced through the air towards John at lightning speed.

John's gaze turned frosty.

With no superfluous movemt, just a slight shift of his body, he easily dodged the incoming attack.

However, with the magus making the first move, the siege officially began.

Figures dashed towards John with incredible speed, not ev intding to give him a chance to retaliate.

The warrior who had spok up first, his body glowing with an orange light, aimed his shield at John.

A beam of orange light shot from the shield, hitting John squarely.

The warrior laughed malevoltly, "Hahaha, you're done for!"

Struck by the orange light, John felt an inexplicable surge of anger rise within him.

His eyes, filled with brutal intt, fixed on the warrior, a part of him itching to tear the man to shreds.

But the feeling was fleeting, and John quickly regained his composure.

"Taunt?" he muttered to himself.

It was a knight's skill, typically used to draw the atttion of monsters.

John hadn't expected it to be used against him.

Fortunately, his mind power was strong, rdering the oppont's Taunt skill ineffective against him.

An idea struck him.

Pretding to be provoked, he allowed anger to contort his face, his complexion redding.

John decided to turn the tables, feigning uncontrollable rage to catch his opponts off guard.

Seeing this sce, the attackers were elated.

Someone shouted loudly, "He's taunted, attack now!"

Without needing further couragemt, everyone began unleashing their skills.

Those with speed had already closed in on John.

An assassin suddly burst out from John's shadow.

"Shadow Ambush!"

With a sinister smile and a dagger glowing with purple light in hand, he viciously aimed a g spike towards John's back.

"Heartstab!"

Before John could dodge, everything in front of him blurred.

A muscular fighter, fists glowing with red light, appeared before him.

"Blink!"

The fighter, expression cold and resolute, didn't hesitate to aim a punch at John's head.

The power behind the fist was so immse it whistled through the air.

"Thunderous Punch!"

Meanwhile, John still appeared taunted, seemingly oblivious to the attacks suring him.

Those attacking John showed looks of triumph on their faces.

Success!

Some ev felt disdain, thinking John was not as formidable as they had feared.

The external audice gasped in shock, some ev closing their eyes, anticipating the outcome.

Just as the two attacks were about to hit John, the next momt, the anger on his face vanished.

His eyes became as cold and clear as ice.

The fighter before him felt a sudd dread, realizing too late that something was amiss.

John's body erupted with a blinding blood-red light, his pupils turning red in an instant.

Lifting his longsword, an intimidating aura surged from him.

The fighter and the assassin could ev smell the thick sct of blood, a strong sse of crisis overwhelming them.

Before they could evade, John made his move.

His eyes emitted a light, and his figure instantly vanished from the spot, reappearing behind the fighter.

At the same time, his longsword flashed with a brilliant silver light.

"Teleportation!"

The two attackers, eyes wide with horror, struggled to dodge.

But with their abilities, they were incapable of interrupting their own skills still in casting.

John's expression was icy as he swung his longsword down fiercely, the silver glow blazing.

"Silver Moonblade!"

A cresct-shaped blade of light flashed and was gone in an instant.

The figures of the fighter and assassin stiffed on the spot, disbelief filling their eyes.

A fine red line appeared across each of their foreheads.

"-33477!"

"-309974!"

Massive damage numbers rose above their heads.

Th, under the gaze of everyone, their bodies slowly split apart.

All who witnessed this sce were shocked.

Many turned pale, feeling nauseated.

The warrior who had taunted John was especially filled with astonishmt.

He exclaimed in disbelief, "How is this possible!"

He had thought that after battling the Titan Stoneape for so long, John's strgth must have be diminished.

With so many of them attacking together, they should have easily overpowered him ev with their eyes closed.

But now, the warrior realized, to his horror, that not only had John's strgth not waned, but his damage output had also significantly increased.

Someone murmured, "Could it be that he actually advanced just now?!"

Everyone had se the leveling up glow a John after he killed the Titan Stoneape, but they hadn't giv it much thought.

Killing a dungeon boss and gaining a large amount of experice, leading to a level up, was common.

However, what nobody anticipated was that John's improvemt was not just a minor increase in level but a significant leap across a major tier.

The thought of John, already unfathomable in strgth, receiving such a substantial boost in power, turned many faces pale.

Some had already begun to contemplate retreat, their steps involuntarily moving backward.

They had be uncertain of defeating John to begin with; now that his power had surged once again, continuing to attack him would be akin to seeking death.

Yet, how could John possibly give them a chance to escape? His expression cold, he declared, "Since you chose to attack me, I assume you were prepared to be killed by me!"

As his words fell, John's staff in his other hand lit up with a gold glow.

The terrifying power of light magic converged in his hand, suffocating everyone prest.

Witnessing this, some couldn't bear the pressure and scrambled to flee in panic.

The warrior and magus who had spok earlier were among the first to contemplate retreat.

With so many people on the sce, ev if John was exceedingly strong, it seemed impossible for him to kill everyone.

As long as they ran faster than their companions, they could survive.

With this thought, everyone's pace quicked, wishing they had be born with more legs by their parts.

The slower magus and archers turned pale.

Typically, in a team, they were the main damage dealers, basking in everyone's admiration.

Yet, it was only during momts of flight that they realized how powerless they truly were.

John watched the crowd scrambling to escape and said indiffertly, "Don't worry, of you will get away!"

As his words fell, a blinding gold light burst from the staff in his hand.

A beam of gold light shot up into the sky, turning the clouds above into gold.

Following this, beautifully designed gold light swords quickly formed within the gold clouds.

In just a momt, the sky was filled with dsely packed gold light swords, a sight so overwhelming it made one's scalp tingle.

"Light Sword Rain!"

John declared, his intt to kill unmistakable as he swung his staff down.

"Die!" he commanded coldly.

The gold light swords, like soldiers receiving orders, fell from the sky like a curtain of rain.

Both the sky and the earth were dyed gold, a sight both majestic and spectacular.

The warrior running at the forefront ssed something amiss and turned back abruptly.

The sight of the gold sword rain filling the sky behind him st him into a panic!

"This is impossible!" the warrior cried out in terror.

At that momt, John's technique completely overturned his understanding.

Such a large-scale attack was something ev platinum-tier awakers would find difficult to achieve.

But what about John?

He was merely a studt participating in an assessmt!

The vast disparity plunged the warrior into deep despair.

Before the warrior could process further, he saw several gold light swords heading straight for him.

Perhaps as a special favor from John, the warrior found ev more light swords aimed at him than at others.

However, the warrior didn't give up easily.

He abruptly stopped, a red glow illuminating him as his muscles swelled ormously, significantly bolstering his defse.

Raising his shield, he stood firmly in the path of the incoming light swords, his expression easing slightly, confidt that ev with John's strgth surpassing his expectations, he, as a gold-tier warrior, could surely escape.

But the next momt, the smile froze on his face!

As the light swords neared his shield, in his disbelief, they suddly curved a it, deftly bypassing the defse and striking him precisely.

"Puff, puff, puff, puff!"

A series of sounds of flesh being pierced rang out.

The warrior looked down in disbelief at his chest, now impaled with light swords.

"How... how is this..." he began, but before he could finish, he vanished in a flash of light.

The same sce unfolded among all those who had attacked John.

Many had thought they could evade the light swords, but the terrifying agility displayed by the swords crushed their last line of defse.

Screams and pleas for mercy instantly filled the Enchanted Forest.

Streaks of light dissipated in the air.

In just a few breaths, silce returned to the forest.

As they looked upon that upright figure of the young man, everyone felt suffocated.

Over thirty people—were they all really defeated by a single skill?