Chapter 268
"Is this your great plan?" Magus's tone was flat, almost bored. He shook his head slowly. "If this is all you can do, then I'm sorry to inform you. You've already lost."
Ronan's brow furrowed. What the hell was this bastard going on about? He could feel it, Magus knew what was coming next. He wasn't moving. Not a twitch. He stood there, calm, certain. Too certain.
Ronan scoffed inwardly. Overconfidence. That would be his downfall.
He took a step forward. His figure blurred, warping into one of his silver needles. The Onslaught had begun.
In the blink of an eye, Ronan was behind Magus. Another blink and he was in front, the shadow at Magus's back nothing but an afterimage. His two swords blurred, crossing with lethal intent.
"Twenty Splitting Strikes," Ronan hissed.
Steel screamed through the air—
But a massive wall of earth surged up, blocking the blades. Ronan cut it down, shattering stone into rubble, but by then Magus was gone.
The ground rumbled.
Behind him.
