Greatest Legacy of the Magus Universe

Claws collided, resulting in an outward explosion of energy that swept the nearby wolves off of their feet.

The ground cracked and a terrifying wave of mana spread in all directions, reverberating all around the clearing. The sound was so loud that it caused everyone's ears to ring.

Both Adam and the werewolf took a few steps back from the recoil.

The werewolf was looking at him with clear surprise, while Adam was looking back at him with the same grin on his face. freeweɓnovēl.coɱ

"Hahaha!" Adam laughed out loud and pounced on the towering creature without hesitation. "It has been a while! Fight!"

The werewolf growled menacingly before dashing forward once again and engaging in a bloody melee with the youth.

Gore, who was standing in the distance, saw this unbelievable scene unfold with a shocked expression on his face.

Then, his eyes gleamed with anger and he muttered, "This kid really is a Mana Liquefaction Magus!"

He could clearly sense the energy waves emanating from Adam's attacks and thus confirm his rank. The next moment, however, Gore's eyes flashed with lingering fear.

But how was he able to hide his strength from me?! Just what kind of spell is capable of doing that?! If he had attacked me while my guard was down...

A series of complicated emotions ran through his mind before his face finally revealed a grin. Now, he could finally understand why Adam had hidden his true strength from everyone.

I see... It is so that you could have all the treasures for yourself while we fought your battles, eh? But you didn't expect there to be another werewolf inside the manor, did ya?

You thought you could really manipulate me? You're still too naive!

"Hehe," Gore laughed sinisterly. "But the tables have turned now. You take care of that Rank 2 werewolf while I bag all the treasures!"

He and his familiar had already dealt with two of the Rank 1werewolves. Now, only two more remained. Moreover, these two creatures had already been reduced to a very miserable state.

It wouldn't take long for him to kill them as well.

"Hah!" He swung his spear and resumed his attack, eager to finish them off and make his way toward the manor.

...

Eleiney, Aiden, and Art had dumbfounded expressions on their faces as they watched their professor fight the Rank 2 werewolf in close quarters.

They had studied about these creatures of the night. So they knew just how formidable they were against Magi of the same rank.

Furthermore, what made werewolves a force to be reckoned with was their astonishing regenerative capabilities.

However, despite all these advantages, the young Magi could clearly see that the werewolf was on the receiving end of the stick.

Every clash resulted in the creature receiving ghastly wounds. These wounds quickly regenerated, however, they were once again torn open by the onslaught of Adam's punches and palm strikes.

Ideally, if a Magus were to encounter a werewolf, they should have fled if they were alone. As a sole Magus would never be able to go toe-to-toe with a werewolf of the same rank.

If they were in a group, they were advisable to cast long-range spells, chip the werewolf's strength, and finally go in for the kill once the creature had been weakened.

But what Adam was doing was the exact opposite!

If anything, he looked more animalistic than the werewolf!

"I-Is this... Professor's true strength?" Aiden asked incredulously.

"He looks like he's having fun..." said Art, gazing at Adam's wide grin as he rained down punches on the werewolf.

Meanwhile, Kenley and Ragnar glanced at the Rank 2 werewolf in apprehension. They had never imagined there to be such a powerful monster hiding inside the Howlett Manor.

They were grateful that Adam was able to take this werewolf all by himself. Or else, the situation would have been very dire.

Suddenly, their bodies were enveloped in a warm, vibrant glow. Not just them, the situation with Adam's students was also the same.

They were initially startled, thinking that they had come under attack again. But when they saw their wounds rapidly healed, they were astounded.

"You all should focus on your battle instead of gawking at Adam," said a gentle, feminine voice.

Everyone turned in the direction of the voice and saw Yavia hovering above them with her arms crossed.

"A pixie?!" Aiden was amazed.

"No," Art countered. "That's definitely a sprite!"

"I'm a wood spirit!" Yavia angrily replied.

"Are you Professor's healing spirit?" Eleiney asked with hopeful eyes.

"Hmph!" Yavia harrumphed in displeasure. "Unfortunately so!"

However, from time to time, she would secretly glance at Adam with concerned eyes.

She looked at the squad members and solemnly stated, "Don't expect any direct help from

me. I'm only here to heal you. Nothing more."

"Thank you, my lady!" Kenley respectfully replied.

He then glanced at the others and solemnly stated, "Let us deal with the rest of the wolves. Then, we can finally go home!"

The squad got into position and began attacking the ferocious beasts with newfound vigor. While Yavia hovered above them, healing their injuries whenever required.

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Adam continued to dodge the werewolf's attack, then counterattacking at opportune moments. Gradually, he started to realize that even this opponent was not his match.

All those potions I consumed in my youth to strengthen my body are finally beginning to show their effects, he thought in glee.

But it couldn't be denied that this was the most fun he'd had fighting in a long while.

Suddenly, from the corner of his eyes, he gazed at Gore and his familiar, who had just finished dealing with the rest of the werewolves, and were now making their way toward the manor.

"Alright, time to wrap this up," he said.

He crouched and dodged an incoming claw swipe. Then, his eyes blazed with deep killing intent as he got into position to deliver a devastating blow.

A large amount of mana gathered around his wolf-like claw. Then, the pure mana gradually

turned dark. Darker than the night sky.

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