Greatest Legacy of the Magus Universe

539  Living Image

Adam teleported a couple of times before finally arriving back at Stratford.

As soon as he reached the town square, he hurled Stratford away and miserably fell to his knees.

"Ughh!!" He covered his eyes as he grimaced in pain.

The continuous usage of the white lotus had caused his mind to be enveloped in a torrential storm of throes. Moreover, his eyes were spewing blood and his vision was gradually turning hazy.

Damn it! I need to finish this quick or else I might go blind, he thought in alarm.

He knew that the reason why he was able to go toe-to-toe with Rank 3 existence was primarily because of the wolfsbane poison that Blackie had given him.

As support, he used teleportation with the help of the white lotus to deal damages to the werewolf. Without either of these, he knew he would die.

I need to hold out until reinforcements arrive, he thought as he slowly got to his feet.

A warm, green light covered his eyes, healing him. However, the restoration was only physical. Yavia couldn't heal the injuries to his mind brought about by excessive use of the lotus.

But how long will they even take to traverse through the Weeping Woods… Will I even last till then?

He turned to look at Stratford who was kneeling in the distance, violently coughing blood that had now turned purple from all the poison inside him.

Adam's eyes flashed with ruthlessness and he soon came to a decision.

KILL!

He shot in the werewolf's direction, gathering a large amount of mana into his hands, and covering his gauntlet.

The deathly poison generated from the gauntlets mixed in with his mana, transforming into a lethal and venomous aura that covered his entire body.

Hand of Doom: Poison Style!

PHANTOM DANCE!!

The youth arrived before the weakened werewolf and first delivered a knee to the face. Immediately after, he landed an uppercut to the chin.

"Agghh!!" Stratford was swept off of his feet.

Finally, Adam delivered a roundhouse kick straight to the werewolf's face.

BAM!

Stratford smashed through several buildings before losing momentum. His eyes flashed with unbridled fury and killing intent as he growled, "By a mere Mana Liquefaction Magus… unforgivable!"

He glared in Adam's direction and roared, "Boy, I'll kill you—"

Before he could even finish the words he was about to say, he coughed out a large mouthful of blood.

The wolfsbane wreaking havoc inside his system was viciously attacking his organs and turning his blood acrid. Even the blood that he had just coughed out had become poisonous, eroding the ground that it had come in contact with.

He has coated his entire body with the aura of wolfsbane! Stratford looked in Adam's direction and thought incredulously. How is that even possible? How is not poisoned yet?!

The raven-haired youth was radiating a darkish-purple aura as he slowly made his way toward the werewolf.

He looked like the grim reaper of legends!

For the first time, Stratford's eyes rippled with emotion.

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"Impossible!!" The werewolf was overwhelmed by humiliation as he shot to his feet. "Me afraid of you?! I refuse!"

By now, the effects of the tranquilizing dust had already worn off thanks to his superior werewolf physiology.

Despite having his senses slightly dulled by the smoke bomb and being severely weakened by the wolfsbane, he erupted with great strength!

The ground underneath him cracked and the buildings nearby were reduced to rubble as a terrifying icy aura enveloped Stratford's body.

He coated his claws with ice magic and defiantly roared, "I will kill you, Magus!"

The next moment, both Adam and Stratford disappeared from their spots, madly dashing in each other's direction.

Adam grit his teeth and went straight for the werewolf's head. Meanwhile, Stratford too went for Adam's head but his attack was merely a faint!

He dodged the youth's punch and delivered a claw attack to his torso instead.

SLASH!

His menacing claws dug deep into Adam's flesh and nearly tore his body into shreds. Seeing the youth brutally injured, Stratford's lips curled up into a grin.

"Your arrogance knows no bounds. Just because you possessed wolfsbane, you thought you could kill me—"

Stratford's words froze in his mouth when he saw the blood and flesh splattering from Adam's body turn into wisps of shadow!

He hurriedly jumped back, retreating several meters, thinking to himself in shock, Illusion?!

No, that's impossible! I felt my claws dig through his flesh… It felt so real.

Suddenly, his pupils constricted as he saw the shadow contained inside Adam's body. It seemed like he was made entirely of shadows!

"Shadow Magic?" He muttered in confusion.

"Indeed," said a voice from the side.

Stratford looked in that direction and saw Adam looking at him with an amused smile.

How did he get there?! I couldn't sense him at all, thought the werewolf.

The more time he spent fighting the youth, the more Stratford realized just how dangerous he truly was.

"You see," Adam began. "By imbuing the power of shadows into illusions, I can turn them partially real."

"This affects the world around the illusions, causing real damage," said another voice coming from the other side.

Stratford turned his head and saw another 'Adam' standing in the distance. His eyes widened in shock, but before he could speak one more word, another voice interrupted him.

"Surprised?" Said the third Adam standing in another direction.

Rank 2 Spell: Shadow Living Image!

This spell from the School of Illusion created three illusory duplicates of the caster. Until the spell ended, the duplicates moved with the caster and mirrored their actions.

It was impossible to track which image was real. Furthermore, after imbuing shadow magic into these duplicates, the caster was able to have them inflict real, physical damage on others.

Seeing yet another form of magic from the youth, the foreboding feeling inside Stratford greatly intensified, weighing heavily on him.

Master of poison, master of teleportation, and now… a master of illusions, thought the werewolf as dread gripped his heart.

He truly is a monster among men!

The following moment, all three Adams pounced on Stratford, each one of them displaying a different technique from the Hand of Doom!