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Dark Magus Returns #Chapter 1498: Clash of Elements – Read Dark Magus Returns Chapter 1498: Clash of Elements Online – All Page – Novel BinChapter 1498: Clash of ElementsTwo large wind orbs circled in Raze’s hands, glowing with a sharp, cutting aura. For the first time in all of his battles during this event, he made the first move. With a sharp thrust of his arms, the orbs were launched into the air, spinning as they curved and twisted into intricate, unnatural shapes.The crowd leaned forward, their eyes widening. Many of the mages watching had never seen a wind spell shaped like that before. It wasn’t the raw destructive power that made it impressive, it was the technique, the refinement. Only those who specialized in wind magic recognized the complexity, and they exchanged murmurs of disbelief.Rather than aiming directly at Ibarin, the orbs struck the ground and detonated. From the impact point, several violent wind currents exploded outward, rushing across the floor in expanding circles. The spell wasn’t designed to strike from one angle, it was designed to swallow an opponent whole, sealing every escape route with a sphere of whirling tornado strikes.Gasps rippled through the stadium. “It blocks all exits!” one mage exclaimed.But Ibarin didn’t so much as flinch. As the rushing winds tore toward him, his hands spread wide. With a simple motion, a massive current of wind burst from his body, a constant stream of force that shredded every incoming strike. The gust howled, tearing apart Raze’s carefully crafted spell, scattering the tornadoes into harmless wisps of air.He had countered with sheer force, pure mana and higher-level wind magic overwhelming technique.”That student is more impressive than I thought,” one guest muttered.”You’re really going to say that,” another scoffed, “after the Grand Magus just brushed it aside like it was nothing?””You don’t understand,” the first replied. “That spell required extreme mana control. To execute it so perfectly at his age… it makes me wonder. Is his core naturally attuned to wind magic?”Before the whispers settled, another storm was already brewing. At the center of the arena, a massive tornado swirled into existence, rushing straight toward Ibarin.With a confident smile, the Grand Magus raised his hands and conjured an identical spell. His own tornado spiraled forward, colliding with Raze’s mid-air. From the stands, it looked like two colossal serpents made of wind had clashed, writhing and twisting as they fought for dominance.The crowd cheered at the spectacle, but Raze’s eyes narrowed. Slowly, Ibarin’s storm began pushing his back, inch by inch, crushing his attack under greater power.Mana. Sheer mana. It wasn’t skill or refinement, it was the difference in their reservoirs.Raze didn’t hesitate. His hands shifted, channeling not only wind but fire. Flames curled and wrapped around his tornado, heating it until the winds became searing currents of blazing force. The moment the two storms collided again, the unstable fusion ignited, bursting apart in a massive explosion.The sky lit up with embers. The ground shuddered as the detonation sent a shockwave across the arena. Wind tore through the stands, tossing cloaks and rattling the stadium, while fiery sparks rained down before fading into ash.Whispers surged again. Raze had forced the clash into a draw by destabilizing his own spell.”You could tell you were going to lose in a contest of raw power,” Ibarin said, his voice calm but sharp, carrying through the arena. “So you deliberately made your spell unstable by adding fire, causing an artificial burst. Risky, but clever. I have to say, I’m impressed. I never expected such ingenuity from a so-called Wilton teacher.”Raze’s expression didn’t change. His silence was answer enough.Then, the air itself crackled. Lightning surged across the sky, bolts splitting into twelve distinct pillars that encircled Ibarin in a perfect clock-face formation. Each bolt hummed with killing intent.The crowd erupted in awe. “Twelve-point formation!” a lightning mage gasped.Raze’s hand extended, and a focused bolt shot from his palm, striking one of the outer pillars. Instantly, arcs of energy connected the twelve points, forming a glowing cage of lightning. The formation was complete. From every angle, ground and sky, beams of condensed energy converged on Ibarin.The impact should have been devastating. It should have torn flesh and bone to ash.But none of the lightning touched him.The crowd fell silent, stunned, as the bolts swirled harmlessly around the Grand Magus, weaving like obedient serpents under his command. His blazer remained unscorched, his skin untouched. Every strike twisted in the air, deflected not by barriers or shields, but by his mastery of mana.Then, with a single hand raised to the heavens, Ibarin gathered all the lightning into a single condensed orb. The raw power hummed, vibrating through the entire colosseum, before he slammed it into the ground.The explosion was deafening. A pillar of lightning erupted, shaking the stadium as if the sky itself had fallen. Stone cracked, magical wards shattered, and even the protective lightning rods positioned around the arena exploded, fragments scattering into the air.For a moment, the audience sat in stunned silence. Then a wave of whispers swept through them.”He caught all of it…””And threw it back like nothing…”Ibarin chuckled, his voice carrying easily now, filled with arrogance. “Hahaha! You’ve shown greater control than I expected. I thought you were merely at the six-star level, but with this skill, this refinement… I’d say you’ve reached seven stars at least!”The reaction was immediate, gasps, shouts, disbelief. A student, barely past boyhood, standing at seven stars? It had never been recorded in the history of Alterian. It was absurd, and yet they were watching it unfold.It explained his confidence. It explained his victories.”However…” Ibarin’s smile widened, sharp and cold. “Can’t you see it? I’m doing to you what you’ve done to all your opponents. Every spell you’ve cast, every strike you’ve thrown, I’ve brushed them aside. Casually. Effortlessly. This is how you humiliated others, isn’t it?”The Grand Magus’ voice darkened, dripping with cruel satisfaction. “Well then… I think it’s time you tasted your own medicine.”*********For updates for MWS and future works, please follow me on my social media below.Instagram: Jksmanga*Patreon: jksmangaWhen news of MVS, MWS, or any other series comes out, you will be able to see it there first, and you can reach out to me. If I’m not too busy, I tend to reply.Chapter 1499: The Edge of CreativityWhen Ibarin spoke, his voice carried perfectly across the arena. He was doing the same thing Raze had done earlier, enhancing his words with wind magic so that every syllable echoed through the air. His voice wrapped around the stadium, pressing into every ear, ensuring that no one missed a word.The crowd reacted instantly. The Grand Magus wasn’t just fighting; he was addressing them directly, turning the duel into a spectacle. To them, it was thrilling, and his words added even more weight to what they were witnessing. He was truly showing his level, how far above he stood, not only over this Wilton student, but over nearly everyone present. The audience could feel it in their bones.Yet, at the same time, Raze’s presence could not be denied. The boy was only a student, at least on paper, but now everyone understood why he had been chosen to represent Wilton. A seven-star mage standing in place of teachers. It wasn’t arrogance. It wasn’t madness. It was ability.The fight raged on. Raze increased the pace of his attacks, layering his spells and pushing his creativity to its very limits. From the ground beneath, enormous tombstone-like slabs of earth rose up, shooting toward Ibarin like catapults of stone.Ibarin barely shifted his stance. He formed several compact orbs of earth, condensed to the size of fists. Then, using wind magic, he propelled them forward like bullets. The smaller projectiles met the giant slabs mid-air. Yet Raze had already anticipated such a move. Before the slabs even left the ground, he had coated them in ice magic, reinforcing their density until they were harder than steel.The first impacts were thunderous. Ibarin’s earth orbs cracked against the ice-hardened stone, splintering but not shattering them. Murmurs of surprise rippled through the crowd.”He predicted the counter!””He strengthened the slabs before they were even fired!”It wasn’t enough, though. Ibarin’s expression didn’t flicker. Without hesitation, he summoned massive slabs of his own, driving them forward with overwhelming mana. The collision shattered Raze’s creations, fragments scattering like glass through the air.Again and again, the exchange repeated. A relentless back-and-forth, spell colliding with spell. From fire to water, ice to lightning, Raze pulled on every affinity he had mastered. His hands blurred as he weaved attack after attack, spells chaining seamlessly one into another.The audience couldn’t believe what they were seeing.”That kid… he’s incredible.””Seven stars, yes, but to combine so many affinities like that, it’s beyond anything I’ve seen from someone his age.””Such creativity. Such adaptability. It’s no wonder he dared to stand here.”But admiration didn’t erase the obvious truth. Ibarin wasn’t losing ground. Not once. For every trick, every layered spell, he had a counter. He didn’t match creativity with creativity, he met it with sheer force, overwhelming mana, and mastery that left no room for weakness.”That’s the difference,” a mage in the stands muttered. “Raze is brilliant, but brilliance can’t close the gap between seven stars and nine. The Grand Magus isn’t just stronger, he’s more experienced. He’s seen every trick before.”It was the harsh reality taught in every academy. At lower star levels, technique, creativity, and cunning could close the gap. A three-star with perfect control and refined skill could outwit a four-star who relied only on raw mana. But at the upper tiers, those rules bent and broke.A nine-star mage wasn’t just a reservoir of power. They had perfect control, vast knowledge, and spells beyond imagination. Between seven, eight, and nine stars, the differences became walls. Walls few could ever climb.Unless… someone possessed an affinity so specialized, so rare, it could tilt the scales.Raze understood this truth. That was why he pushed through every affinity he had, attacking in different ways, layering his strikes, refusing to be predictable. Yet Ibarin blocked them all.At last, the Grand Magus spoke again. “It seems you command every affinity. Just like myself.” His tone was casual, yet sharp, echoing through the stadium. “Many are praising your creativity. Your cleverness. But creativity has limits. Tricks run out. And not one of your spells has touched me. Isn’t that enough proof of the difference between us?”He raised his hand, mana gathering at his palm. The crowd leaned forward, breath catching as they felt the pressure shift.A large sphere of condensed wind magic began to form. It started broad, the size of a man, swirling violently, a storm compressed into a ball. Then, with surgical precision, Ibarin condensed it further, compressing the storm into a sphere no larger than his fist, yet radiating enough pressure to make the air tremble.And with his other hand, he spun a vortex of wind, pulling the currents into alignment. His core had always been wind, this was his element, his natural weapon.”I suppose it’s time I show you,” Ibarin declared, “why I am the Grand Magus!”With a sharp thrust, he hurled the sphere. It tore through the air, faster than most could follow, a compressed storm designed to annihilate everything in its path.But Raze didn’t flinch.His fingers brushed the ring on his hand. In an instant, a sword materialized, gleaming under the arena’s light. With a fluid motion, he swung.The blade met the sphere. A single flash, and the spell split cleanly in two, sheared apart as though it were paper. The halves screamed past him, crashing into the arena walls. The protective barrier flared, and several nearby mages instantly cast reinforcement spells to contain the impact. Even then, the ground shook, cracks spidering across the stone.The crowd gasped. Raze had cut through the Grand Magus’ spell.”Oh… I didn’t even know you’d given him your sword,” Dame murmured, stunned.”Yeah,” Liam admitted, rubbing the back of his neck. “Raze said he wanted to borrow it.”The realization rippled outward. Raze had just done the impossible, splitting the Grand Magus’ spell with steel and willpower.*****For updates for MWS and future works, please follow me on my social media below.Instagram: Jksmanga*Patreon: jksmangaWhen news of MVS, MWS, or any other series comes out, you will be able to see it there first, and you can reach out to me. If I’m not too busy, I tend to reply.Chapter 1500: The Sword of SilenceOne of the special swords that had been gathered by the organization Alter, an artifact among artifacts. In many ways, it was Liam’s most powerful weapon. Its ability was both simple and terrifying: it could cut through anything. Spells, mana constructs, even barriers that should have been untouchable. A blade that ignored the very principles of magic itself.Such a weapon, such overwhelming power, had been left in Liam’s hands. Raze, however, had insisted it belonged there. He truly believed that with his system, he could bring out the potential of those around him, elevating their strength to match his own. Raze himself had countless ways to fight; he was never without an option. But for Liam, having that sword meant that in battle, his friend could face dangers that would otherwise have been far beyond him.Today, though, was different. Raze had asked to wield the sword himself. He had requested it for one reason only.And as soon as Ibarin unleashed his first true attack, the reason became clear.The moment the spell came roaring forward, Raze pulled the weapon free, a black flash cutting through the air. With a single stroke, he stopped the Grand Magus’s attack in its tracks, slicing through it as though it were nothing but mist.Gasps erupted from the audience.”Whoah, he pulled out a sword! Wait, is he a magic swordsman?””Don’t tell me… are you saying that when he fought against Kayzel, he wasn’t even using his full strength?”The Central Academy students, watching from near Alen, leaned forward, eyes wide. They studied every detail, desperate not to miss a thing.’He used a sword back then as well, didn’t he?’ Kayzel thought, his mind racing. ’And… didn’t he say it himself? He claimed he was the Dark Magus. I wanted to believe he was lying, but when I think back to the announcement… The Dark Magus was said to fight with a sword as well.’Kayzel clenched his fists. It had seemed like a passing comment at the time, a bluff to rattle him. But now? Now it was harder to dismiss. Could it be possible? Could this student really be the one the world whispered about?No, it didn’t make sense. The Dark Magus was supposed to be a figure of nightmare, an entity whose very presence warped the battlefield. This boy was young, far too young. Even if he could use Dark Magic, even if he bore the same appearance, that didn’t prove he was theDark Magus. More likely, he was someone who had taken on the name, an inheritor of the legend, perhaps even a pretender building the Dark Guild in his own image. That was the only explanation that Kayzel’s mind could cling to. And yet, it didn’t explain why his skill, his sheer power, felt so impossibly real.The clash escalated quickly. After his first attack was cut apart so easily, Ibarin’s expression hardened, and with a sudden burst of rage he hurled several sharp wind strikes toward Raze. They weren’t ordinary blades of air. The mana packed into them was dense enough that they would have shredded through almost any defensive spell. Against most opponents, there would have been no time to react.But Raze had no need for defense.With calm precision, he swung the sword again, each arc cleaving the wind apart. The edges of the spells unraveled in midair, collapsing harmlessly as if the world itself had rejected their existence. And then, as the threads of mana broke, Raze manipulated the remnants with his own wind, bending the currents away from his body so that not even the stray energy touched him.The crowd murmured louder.”What is that sword…? To cut through spells so casually, “Before they could finish their thought, Ibarin escalated. Several glowing orbs of wind appeared, suspended high above him in the air. Sparks of lightning crackled at his fingertips, the sharp scent of ozone filling the arena.He swung his arm, and the wind spheres shot forward. At the same moment, bolts of lightning leapt from his fingers, striking each orb. They transformed instantly into miniature storms, swirling with destructive force. Explosions of wind and thunder roared toward Raze from every angle.Raze’s eyes narrowed. ’If they don’t strike me directly, my blazer should shield me from the aftershocks. But just in case…’He raised the sword and unleashed a single sweeping slash. The blade cut through the storm orbs, unraveling them into unstable bursts of mana. Explosions followed, lightning storms erupting in blinding flashes that engulfed the stage, drowning the battlefield in light and sound.For the spectators, Raze disappeared within the chaos.But within that storm, hidden from sight, Raze quietly switched blazers. He pulled on his true weapon, the god-tier blazer, woven from Dark Magic itself. The fabric shimmered like shadow come alive, flickering with an otherworldly glow as though the threads were spun from the abyss.When the storms subsided, when the smoke cleared, the white-haired figure emerged again. Raze stood tall, the strange, tattered-looking blazer flowing around him.To the crowd, it seemed nothing more than another rare item, perhaps something stored in a ring until now. They could not grasp its true nature. They did not recognize it as a weapon born of forbidden magic. To them, it was just another enchanted coat.”Hey, weren’t contestants only allowed one special item?” someone shouted. “He’s already got the sword, and now that blazer, that’s two!””Idiot,” another replied. “That was for the student fights. This isn’t a student match anymore, this is an exhibition! He challenged the Grand Magus himself, of course the rules are different!”Ibarin halted his assault, eyes narrowing. His magic storms had been brushed aside. His opponent stood untouched.”What’s wrong?” Raze asked, his voice steady, almost mocking. “Didn’t you say you were doing the same to me? Making all my attacks useless? Haven’t I just done the same to you? I’ve stopped every one of your spells, so tell me, Grand Magus, what are you going to do now?”That was why Raze had asked for Liam’s sword. Not because he needed it to survive. But because he wanted to drive Ibarin mad. To turn the Grand Magus’s own arrogance back against him.The veins in Ibarin’s temples bulged. His composure cracked, fury spilling into his words.”WHO ARE YOU!” he bellowed, his voice amplified with wind magic so the entire coliseum heard his rage.Raze lifted one hand into the air. His eyes gleamed with a cold, merciless light.”You really want to know?” he whispered.And then, with a simple snap of his fingers, the air itself froze.Every sound, every movement in the coliseum ceased. Time itself seemed to still. The only two who could move, the only two who could breathe in that suspended world, were Raze and Ibarin.*********For updates for MWS and future works, please follow me on my social media below.Instagram: Jksmanga*Patreon: jksmangaWhen news of MVS, MWS, or any other series comes out, you will be able to see it there first, and you can reach out to me. If I’m not too busy, I tend to reply.