SUPREME ARCH-MAGUS

"He's targeting the formation yantras!" One of the commanders shouted, panic seeping into his voice as he realized the significance of Kent's attacks.

The other realm disciples, who had been so confident in their superiority, now watched in stunned silence, their mouths agape as they witnessed Kent's merciless efficiency.

"He's—he's killing the guardian beasts like they're nothing!" one of the disciples from the Fourth Realm gasped, his eyes wide with horror as he watched his comrades fall.

Kent's chariot circled the third layer of the Lotus Chakra Formation with relentless speed. The once-impenetrable barrier now bore gaping holes where his arrows had struck, the magic dissipating as the formation began to crumble under the weight of his assault.

It was clear that Kent was not just aiming to breach the formation—he was dismantling it piece by piece.

In the heart of the formation, Simon, the son of the 9 realms head, felt the pressure mounting with every passing moment. The battlefield had become a hellscape, with Kent at its epicenter, a storm raging in human form.

Simon's heart pounded in his chest as he realized the gravity of the situation. He felt as though he was trapped in a firestorm, flames closing in on him from all sides, with no escape in sight.

Simon took his glass orb and sent a signal to Gill, one of his trusted fighters.

On the edge of desperation, Gill, a powerful leader from the Seventh Realm, could no longer stand by and watch. His face twisted in fury, he barked orders to his troops.

"What are you all staring at?! You're warriors of the great realms! Are you going to stand there and let this nobody make fools of us all? He's torn through the Mighty Chakra Formation like it was nothing! We need to finish him off now, or everything we've fought for will be lost!" Gill shouted, his voice laced with contempt.

With that, Gill stood up on the chariot, his eyes blazing with determination. He was quickly joined by the Seven Brothers of the Fourth Realm, renowned for their mastery over the elements. The brothers, each a master of a different element, followed Gill's lead, their chariots surging forward to confront Kent.

As Gill approached, Kent gave a death look. Without missing a beat, Kent reached for his quiver, his hands a blur as he drew arrow after arrow and released them with deadly precision. In the span of a single breath, fifteen arrows had been released.

The first arrow broke the flag on Gill's chariot, ripping it to shreds. The next two arrows shattered the wheels of the chariot, sending it skidding across the ground.

Another arrow struck the charioteer, killing him instantly, while five more found their mark in the beasts pulling the chariot, dropping them where they stood.

The remaining arrows pierced through Gill's body, each one embedding itself deep within him before exiting with a sickening thud.

Gill didn't even have time to cry out as his body crumpled, lifeless, to the ground. The entire confrontation was over in an instant, leaving the battlefield in stunned silence.

The Seven Brothers, who had been racing to support Gill, pulled their chariots to a sudden halt, their eyes wide with shock.

"This warrior… he could end this war in ten minutes if he wished," he said, his voice heavy with a mix of respect and fear.

"I don't know why he's taking us one at a time… Maybe he's testing us, or maybe he's just toying with us." Second brother spoke with a stunned face.

One of the younger brothers, his face pale, nodded in agreement. "Thank the gods we didn't charge in first… We would've been dead before we even knew what hit us."

The others remained silent, their eyes locked on Kent's chariot as it continued to circle the battlefield, the sun-like radiance of his power casting long shadows across the blood-soaked ground.

The battlefield, already a landscape of carnage and chaos, was further darkened by the sight of Gill's lifeless body.

Gill's nephew, Don, who had been fighting nearby, was stricken with grief and rage at the sight. His eyes burned with fury as he looked at Kent, the man responsible for his uncle's death.

Without a moment's hesitation, Don commanded his massive black bull forward, charging straight at Kent with reckless abandon.

"Uncle Gill... I'll avenge you!" Don roared, his voice cracking with emotion. His bull, a beast as black as night, thundered across the battlefield, its hooves pounding the earth as it rushed towards Kent's chariot.

The other realm fighters began making loud noise to support Don,

Kent's eyes narrowed as he watched Don's approach. With a calm that seemed almost otherworldly in the heat of battle, Kent reached behind him and grabbed a long, enchanted spear from the back of his chariot.

Without a word, Kent hurled the 9 feet spear with incredible force. The weapon cut through the air like a bolt of lightning, aimed directly at Don.

The spear struck true, piercing through Don's head with a sickening crunch. The force of the impact drove the spear downwards, pinning Don's body to the same bull he rode.

The bull let out a tortured cry and lost life while standing like a pinned dead body.

The battlefield fell into a brief, stunned silence as Don's lifeless form remained sitting on the bull, the spear end glowing over his head.

The sight was so horrific that it caused the Seven Brothers, who had been preparing to engage Kent, to reconsider their course. Without a second thought, they turned their chariots and retreated, their faces pale with fear and disbelief.

"We can't fight him… Not like this," one of the brothers muttered, his voice trembling as they fled. "He's a demon… no, a god of death in human form."

But even as the Seven Brothers retreated, another challenger emerged from the ranks. A young man named Jiva, bearing the flag of a fish—a symbol of the 8th Realm Head Family—rode forward on a majestic horned horse.

His eyes were alight with confidence, and he brandished a wand in his hand, ready to unleash a powerful spell.

"Kent! You may have easily killed others, but you won't survive this!" Jiva shouted, his voice echoing across the battlefield. He raised his wand high and began chanting, his voice filled with the authority of his realm.

"Pralaya Trishula Chedana!" [Flood Trident Devastation]

As the words left his lips, a glowing trident materialized in the air, shimmering with an eerie blue light. The weapon, forged from the very essence of water dao, pulsed with devastating power as it shot towards Kent's chariot with deadly intent.

Jiva's laughter rang out as the trident closed in on Kent. "No one can withstand the power of my trident! You'll meet your end here, Kent!"

The warriors on the battlefield watched with bated breath, convinced that this time, Kent would finally be struck down. The trident's speed was blinding, and it seemed as though nothing could stop its advance.

But just as the trident was about to strike, Kent moved with lightning speed. He extended his hand and caught the trident mid-air, his fingers closing around it as if it were a mere toy.

The battlefield erupted in gasps of disbelief, as everyone watched in shock.

Jiva's confident smirk faltered as he realized what was happening. "How… How is this possible?" he stammered, his bravado evaporating as fear gripped him. "No one should be able to hold that trident…"

Kent's lips curled into a smirk, his eyes gleaming with amusement. "Is this what you call a powerful spell? It feels more like a child's toy in my hands." With a flick of his wrist, Kent redirected the trident back towards Jiva, his movements as effortless as breathing.Nôv(el)B\\jnn

The trident sped back towards its creator, its power now under Kent's control. Jiva barely had time to react. His eyes widened in terror as the trident closed in on him, and in the last moments of his life, his mouth opened in a silent scream.

The trident struck him with the force of a tidal wave, piercing through his head and ending his life instantly. His headless body slumped lifelessly over his horned horse, which ran in panic before throwing its rider's corpse to the ground.

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