Supreme Magus novel Chapter 988

Chapter 988 Boss Monster Part 2

’Am I supposed to be the hero or the boss?’ Lith asked.

’Depends. Do you feel like a hero?’ Solus thought.

’Heck, no.’

’Then there’s your answer.’

The brown-haired guy saw Lith unarmed and stored his weapon in his own dimensional item as well, believing that the rogue Awakened was challenging him to a duel. Also, he didn’t want to give Lith a reason to destroy his prized weapon. _{freeweɓnovēl.coɱ}

The youth performed a series of feints before hitting Lith with a left hook that carried all of his weight plus the strength from twisting his joints from the toes to the wrist. Lith ignored the feints and took the punch without moving.

The impact made his head turn left, producing the sound of cracking bones and sinews.

"This is just sad." Lith checked the inside of his cheek for injuries, finding none.

The Awakened, instead, was whimpering in pain while holding his hand that was broken in multiple points.

’I’ll mark that as a "like a boss" on your personal file.’ Solus giggled.

Aside from some minor enemies he faced during his journeys, Lith had become used to expect the worst from his opponents. Be them Irtu, the Talons, Nalear, or even Treius and the six Awakened he had faced in Zantia, Lith always found himself against the cream of the crop.

Opponents that outmatched him in experience, equipment, or who had been trained by the best masters Mogar had to offer. All of his previous enemies had been professional magical swordsmen, whereas now he faced people who were just average.

They weren’t ancient monsters like Thrud, nor fused with powerful artifacts like Treius or Acala. They lacked even the motivation of the six Awakened that on top of training daily until they sweated blood, they had been willing to sacrifice part of their life span to achieve their masters’ legacy.

"Good gods! I sent Cylla and her suitors to fetch Verhen in the hope she would gain some valuable battle experience and maybe learn a bit of humility. I never expected that she wouldn’t last a single hit.

"Now I understand why you two hold him in high regard." Jiza Gernoff, Cylla’s great-great-aunt and an elder in the human Council said while looking at her niece’s embarrassing performance.

Both Athung and Faluel, respectively the human and beast Lord of the Distar Marquisate, had a hard time not laughing out loud. Jiza was taking her fiasco with dignity, there was no reason to rub salt in her wounds.

"Well, Jiza, maybe you should have remembered how I obtained my position before throwing the poor Cylla in the Dragon’s maw."

Athung Soranot was a woman in her mid-twenties, about 1.75 (5’9") meters tall with raven-black hair that reached the small of her back. She was wearing a comfortable mage robe that Raagu had gifted her to celebrate achieving a territory at an age when most Awakened were still apprentices.

The heavily enchanted clothes were loose enough to not impede her movements, but could do very little to hide her soft curves. Just like Lith, she was a self-Awakened who had a blue core and had still to learn about the hurdle necessary to overcome its boundaries.

"That’s exactly the reason why I sent her." Jiza shook her head.

"Cylla is a bright and talented mage, but because of our blood tie, she never puts any effort in her training. I’m recording everything to both provide the Council’s elders with the evidence they need and to teach our youngsters a lesson.

"Gods’, Verhen is right. This is just pathetic."