Earth's Greatest Magus

[Emerald Wolf]

[Magical beast - Level 80]

[Battle power - 210]

It was a wolf creature, almost twice the size of a human, with its body covered in sparkling green crystals. It let out a shrieking howl before it kicked the ground, dashing at top speed towards the human figure on the arena as it brandished its sharp crystal claws with malicious intent.

The young human swiftly transformed into a silver-furred half man half wolf before disappearing into an afterimage, moving at a speed on par with what the beast exhibited. A series of deafening sounds blazed through the air as the two clashed fiercely, exchanging deadly attacks with one another.

In just a few exchanges, the youth managed to come out victorious. The beast lay motionless before him, bloodstains covering the ground everywhere.

However, even though he won, he still did not let his guard down.

The young man's foresight soon proved to be sharp as another cage was opened, and this time, the beasts he had to take on were not one, but two at once.

Looking at the terrifying creatures, not a trace of fear could be seen on the young man's figure.

Instead, he took the initiative this time, attacking one of the beasts before they could gang up on him together. He dodged and parried the dangerous attacks his opponents threw and used his raw power to overwhelm the creatures one by one. In the end, he also triumphed over them.

"Is this all you got?!" shouted the young man.

Above the arena, watching from behind the glass was the old grand magus, loyal servant of the Silvermane King. Together with him was a group of half a dozen people – the aides of the Alpha King.

"Those are too easy for him,..." the old grand magus muttered to himself before turning to the others. "Do as he wishes. Subject him to level 5!"

"Yes, Elder."

After Emery defeated two wolves at once without a hitch, this time five wolves were unleashed from their confinement at the same time. Outcompeted in numbers, he soon found himself surrounded by the horde of beasts. Coupled with the wolves' innate ability to fight in packs, the difficulty increased drastically by a few folds in an instant.

It was clear that this time the young wolf would not be able to win the challenge so easily. The beasts pounced on him from all directions, making him unable to take care of them one by one. As a result, the wolves managed to start inflicting wounds on his body.

The old grand magus paid close attention to every move the youth made and proceeded to compare it with the data coming from the machine in front of him in detail. An inexplicable glint could be seen occasionally flashing across his eyes.

It was at this moment that two golden-haired male figures entered the room he was in.

Even though this entire area was restricted to just those who were involved, the two people were of high importance to the Silvermane. Therefore, the old grand magus didn't mind them going in and watching what was happening.

"He really is in here," commented one of the golden-haired figures as soon as they saw what was beyond the glass. A raised eyebrow followed as soon as he realized what was happening. "Level 5? He could even keep up with this? A talent indeed…"

The other one walked up to the old grand magus and asked, "Warwick, what have you learned so far?"

The old grand magus briefly turned his head. There was some hesitation from him, but he eventually decided to share his findings.

"We are still confirming his background, but for bloodline rank, he is confirmed to have a Mythical Rank 8 and currently in Rank 6."

Those words quickly caught the interest of the two. One of them commented in an enlightened tone. "No wonder he was able to beat my son. Rank 8 is indeed formidable. "

While the three of them were conversing, the young wolf fighting against the pack of Emerald Wolf had managed to kill the second beast, which subsequently decreased the difficulty of the level by a huge margin.

Seeing this sight, the old grand magus ordered, "Commence level 6."

Level 6 did not simply add another pack of wolves into the fray. Instead, it brought in the Emerald Alpha Wolf. It was common knowledge that a pack wasn't truly a pack without its Alpha, as evidenced by the exponential increase in combat strength that the pack immediately exhibited upon its appearance.

[Emerald Alpha Wolf]

[Magical beast - Level 95]

[Battle power - 265]

With their leader among them, it was as if the Emerald Wolves were on drugs as their onslaught became extremely ferocious. Adding to the wounds he sustained from the previous rounds, the young wolf half-blood was quickly overwhelmed.

Knowing that he would lose if nothing happened, the young man transformed into another form of his. His body enlarged as his fur turned a dark color, and with a deafening roar, he shot toward the horde and leveled the scales.

When he saw him attacking the wolves with ferocity, one of the golden-haired figures said, "His skills are terrible. He's just fighting with his instincts, if this continues he won't last long."

The old grand magus, however, seemed to have another opinion. "That is yet to be determined."

The younger of the two figures walked up to the machine that kept showing the data of the ongoing fight, and after reading a little, he said, "It says here that his age is not yet 30 years old. Becoming a magus at such a young age is certainly an impressive accomplishment."

"Yes," the old grand magus responded. "But there was evidence stating that he is a clone body, so we can't get accurate detail on his age."

Hearing that, the younger golden hair appeared more excited as he asked, "What type of wolf is he?"

"We don't know yet because we haven't got a match. What we know for sure is that it's not a common one as it has both affinities in dark and light wolves gene."

"Darkness and light? That's certainly quite something," said the younger wolf before he seemed to remember a certain figure in the past.

Seeing his expression, the older one seemed to know what he was thinking as he said, "Don't think about it, brother. Silvermane has beaten you to it."

The old magus casually answered, "Only if his background checks out."

By the time they finished their discussion, the young wolf also had finished fighting. He stood in the arena filled with the corpses of the Emerald Wolf, his body covered in his and his opponents' blood.