Earth's Greatest Magus-Novel

Chapter 1115 Kaesar

Julian remained standing in the arena, his subtle gait told he was ready to fight the golden-haired Nephilim noble, Armand Nephilim. This attitude of his, of course, was noticed by his opponent and upset the other party.

"Huh! New guy! Do you think now that you are part of Nephilim I wouldn't dare to hurt a single hair of yours?! If so, let me tell you something!" An enraged look on his face, Armand continued his words, "You. Are. Wrong."

While the Nephilim were speaking, a smile continued to hang on the Roman's face. When his opponent finally finished blabbering, Julian simply smiled and nonchalantly said, "That is good to know."

It was evident that the Nephilim noble was enraged by the response he showed as the man proceeded to take out all of his Soaring Shuttles at once. In the next instant, eight deadly flying rotating objects were sent towards the Roman.

The eight flying rotating objects were Nephilim's proud artifact as it was one of the top Magus Universe spirit-based flying weapons. Most acolytes would be terrified to face such formidable weapons, and indeed Julian was the same as he used to be worried if he ever faced them. But now, that no longer mattered.

[Immortal Gate - stage 6]

Faint layer of blazing energy swiftly enveloped the Roman's body, giving an increase of strength and agility in the form of battle power. With that, Julian possessed enough speed and strength to dodge and strike all the incoming shuttles with his shield.

Clank! Clank! Clank!

Loud metallic sounds reverberated in the air as Soaring Shuttles clashed against the shield in Julian's hand.

Seeing that his opponent was able to hold the attacks his artifact unleashed, Armand decided to use his best card. Spirit energy in the surrounding area began to converge in the Nephilim's direction as the spell took effect.

[Angelic Descent]

The Divine spell manifested itself and pairs of angelic wings materialized on the back of Armand, his feet rapidly rising into the air following its emergence. As his body floated in mid-air, the Nephilim proceeded to take out eight more Soaring Shuttles which he immediately ordered to attack his opponent.

Clank! Clank! Clank!

Julian's figure was seen moving all over the place as he dodged and continued to block the relentless attacks of Armand's Soaring Shuttles. However, this onslaught of strikes proved too much even for him as the Roman began to look overwhelmed and be pushed around.

"Hahahaha!!" A boisterous laughter erupted from the center of the arena as Julian's situation continued. What came right after that was a voice filled with haughtiness. "Now kneel before me, you lower realm trash!"

CLANK!!

Armand's words were cut short when he was startled by something that shot just inches away from him. He quickly tried to figure out what it was, and soon realized that it was actually one of his Soaring Shuttles.

Apparently, it was sent back towards him and almost hit his face.

"What!!? That was close, you bast–"

Before he could finish his words, Armand had to stop what he was planning to say to move aside. The next second, another object shot past the spot where he had been; one of his Soaring Shuttles had once again been sent back to him!

"No fucking way!"

As if to deny his words, Armand was in shock when he realized that now his opponent could dodge all of his Soaring Shuttles with ease. It reached to the point that the other party even countered back with his own weapon!

"Huh! I will kill you!!"

Waving gestures with his hand, Armand revealed a newfound attack of his. Under his command, all the Soaring Shuttles – including the two that were sent back – flew and converged in the air. The sixteen of them rose high into the sky before they all plunged in unison, arraying themselves in a formation. Akin to falling meteors, they fell at an unprecedented speed towards the Roman.

Much to the audience's surprise, in a situation like this Julian chose to do something else instead of running away. To their confusion, the Roman suddenly lodged his shield into the ground and went to his knees, fitting his body behind the shield. The next instant, a translucent shining barrier was created all around the shield.

[Sentinel Defense]

BOOOOOOOMMMMMM!!!!

An earth-shattering sound shook the entire arena as the Soaring Shuttles struck the shield. A cloud of dust rose into the air, but onlookers expected the Roman at least suffered an injury. However, when the dust receded and they could see the man's figure once more, they were all shocked – without exception.

There, the shield was still standing without a single blemish on its surface and the man that took cover behind it seemed unharmed.

"No! No fucking way!"

Without the slightest hesitation, Julian took advantage of the Nephilim's shocked state to quickly turn his body and throw the shield towards the latter. The shield flew rapidly in the air and managed to hit Armand hard, knocking him down to the ground.

Before the man realized his current state and did anything, suddenly the ground he fell onto softened. Immediately, his body sank down and was held in place by the ground – all four limbs and neck.

Armand of course tried to break free immediately, but at that point Julian already jumped on top of him. The Roman kicked his opponent's chest as hard as he could and pinned his body down with his entire weight.

"Arrghh!! You dare!!" Armand lashed venomously. "If you dare to hurt me, you will be reprimanded by the faction!!"

Alas, the Nephilim's attempt was in vain. Julian still had his smile on his face. It even widened when he heard the 'threat'. "Well, this is certainly funny, isn't it?" Looking at the person beneath him, the Roman said, ``I was sent by the faction to reprimand you!"

A look of disbelief immediately colored the Nephilim's face. It was clear that he couldn't believe what he had just heard.

"What?! No! No! You're fucking liar!"

Still with a smile, Julian continued his words."Apparently, you and your companions are such a disgrace to the faction that they think you guys need to be taught a lesson."

Armand turned pale in that instant, and swiftly shouted, "I surrend–"

Alas, before he could finish his words, Julian had smashed his shield to the Nephilim's face. Immediately after, a series of blows rained down on the latter, forbidding him to say any words whatsoever.

"This one a message from the faction's!" BAAMM!!

"This one is for the people of Earth!" BAAMM!!

"This one is for messing with my friends!" BAAMM!!

"This one is for your ugly face!" BAAMM!!

The reason the Roman uttered every time he hit Armand became unreasonable as the count became higher. But the former didn't care. At the moment, Julian was just busy savoring every blow he dealt upon the Nephilim.

Blood splattered on the ground, while the sound of bones breaking could be heard every few blows. Armand's face had turned to a complete mess before the referee finally took action and stopped the fight.

"Julian Kaesar wins!"

[Rank 50 - Julian Kaesar (rank 35)]

With the referee announcing his victory, Julian looked at the screen above which currently shows his achievement of defeating seven opponents in a row. Even though he still had the energy to continue, the Roman decided to finally stop.

As he walked out of the arena, he candidly waved his bloody hands toward the cheering audience.