SUPREME ARCH-MAGUS

Neela’s eyes flared open with a jolt of danger, and her instincts surged. Water Essence exploded from her body like a crashing tide. She raised her right arm and conjured a Coral Spear, parrying two of the blades—but the third slashed across her shoulder, sending a spray of crimson into the air.

“ASSASSINS!” she screamed, though her voice vanished into the soundless void of the talismans.

Voril grinned and stepped forward. “You’re strong, princess. But we didn’t come unprepared. This poison is drawn from the Moon Eels of the Abyss Trench. It disrupts Yin balance… bit by bit. The more you fight, the weaker you become.”

Neela’s eyes narrowed in pain. Her spiritual core trembled—the poison was already beginning to affect her Qi circulation. Her vision blurred for a moment, and a chill seized her limbs.

But the fire in her eyes didn’t dim.

She spun, water bursting from her feet as she launched a counterattack. Her Seaweed Ribbons cracked like whips, binding two assassins and slamming them into the wall. With a roar, she conjured a Sea Dragon from her palm and sent it charging at the others.

The room turned into a maelstrom of flashing blades, water arts, and venomous shadows.

One assassin caught her ankle and attempted to pierce her abdomen, but she twisted midair, yanking the blade from his hand and plunging it into his throat. Another came from behind—his blade aiming for her spine—but Neela flared her Coral Armor and blocked the strike with her shoulder, only to reel back from the stinging pain as poison seeped deeper.

“They want me dead… Who sent them?!”

“It doesn’t matter,” Voril hissed. “Tonight, you die.”

She grit her teeth. “Then you’ll have to kill me yourself!”

A surge of desperation flowed through her meridians. Neela roared, her spiritual core flaring with an unstable glow. The water around her boiled as she pushed her body beyond its limits.

With a single palm, she detonated a pulse of Yin Essence, throwing all seven assassins backward.

But the poison responded cruelly.

She collapsed to her knees, coughing blood, vision now doubled.

Voril rose first, snarling. “Enough games. Hold her down!”

Two assassins lunged, slamming her arms against the floor.

Neela struggled violently, but her limbs were weakening.

A dagger of ink-black obsidian was drawn.

Voril approached.

“You should feel honored. Your death will be the signal for the fall of the Naga clan…”

As the blade descended—

BOOM!

The entire room shuddered. A ripple of golden lightning burst through the sealed talismans.

Voril turned, stunned. “What—!?”

The spiritual seals trembled. The Sound Barrier cracked. And from beyond the coral door… A voice filled the air.

“Anyone who dares touch her… dies.”

The assassins froze.

A pressure unlike anything they had felt before descended upon the chamber—like a tide of thunder laced with divine fury.

Even the dark talismans began to burn at the edges.

Voril’s smirk twisted into dread. “Is it Naga Ancestor?!”

And Neela, barely conscious, blinked as her lips moved soundlessly.

“K…Kent…?”

The assassin squad had no idea—

They were now prey.

The assassins froze for a heartbeat—long enough.

Kent raised his right hand. A torrent of fire erupted, not conjured through talismans or staff—but summoned directly from his Magus Core. The flames surged forward like a roaring inferno beast.

“Infernal Phoenix Burst!”

The front two assassins screamed as the fire engulfed them, melting their defense talismans in an instant. Their spiritual robes ignited, the protection of their Darkwater Veils evaporating under the purity of Kent’s wrath-born fire.

The chamber blazed crimson and gold.

“Kill him!” the red-haired assassin leader—Voril—shouted, forming a rapid sequence of water sigils midair.

His tentacles extended, lashing forward with poisonous spikes.

“Ink Flood Spiral!”

Black waves surged toward Kent.

But Kent didn’t dodge.

His palm ignited again, this time with a deeper hue—sacred Nirvanic flame fused with Storm God sparks.

“Ninefold Sunflame Palm- Phoenix fury!”

He slammed both palms forward. Fire surged in all directions, vaporizing the ink surge midair. The sea-themed chamber cracked under the heat. The walls flared as spiritual defenses kicked in to prevent a collapse, but the sheer power of Kent’s rage was breaking boundaries.

Behind the assassins, Princess Neela lay still, her form trembling from the backlash of the Coral Radiant Blast, a last spell released by Voril moments before Kent arrived. Her Yin essence was drained, and blood trailed from the corner of her lips.

Kent’s gaze fell upon her. Anger flared as he realised the situation.

And then he roared.

The sound shook the coral floor.

A third assassin tried to cast a sealing net—

Kent blinked in front of him.

“Lightening Bolt Spear!”

A spear of flame impaled him in the chest.

Two more charged from the side with bone daggers, activating a Reverse Qi Field, designed to disrupt elemental spells.

Kent growled, stepping into close combat.

“You want a fight? HERE!”

He crouched, then launched forward with his fists ablaze. Fire spiraled around his arms like divine serpents. He struck both assassins in the abdomen, sending them flying backward, convulsing as their cores were scorched by internal fire.

Only Voril remained.

He turned, trying to flee—but Kent was faster.

He reached him in a single breath.

“You poisoned her. You hurt her. You dared enter her room—while she wept!”

His fists slammed into Voril’s face.

Once. Twice. Thrice.

The coral floor cratered beneath them. Voril screamed, his bones cracking with each punch, but Kent didn’t stop.

“How dare you attack a lady?”

Blood splattered. Voril’s mask cracked. His tentacles curled and withered from the heat.

“S-Stop…” the assassin choked.

Kent lifted him by the collar, eyes burning. “Do you feel it now? That’s what fear feels like.”

Then he hurled the man into the wall, where he crashed and fell unconscious in a heap of shattered shells and blood.

The room had become a battlefield.

But it wasn’t just any battlefield—it was a declaration.

A wave of golden Qi flickered around Kent as he stood between Neela and the ruins of her would-be assassins.

Suddenly—footsteps echoed.

The door burst open.

“Kent!” came a voice in shock.

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