Volume 3 Chapter 177

Volume 3 + Chapter 177: Supernova Burst

“Damn it…!”

Biden fell to the ground, his staff flying out of his hand. The robe symbolizing a great human mage was dirtied by the puddles formed from the rainwater on the ground.

The Laurel Academy had now completely fallen. Except for the northern magic circle, the remaining three magic circles had all been destroyed, causing the Infinite Rainbow Light Magic Circle to no longer hold back the enemy.

The monsters of the Calamity Legion seized this moment to launch a frenzied invasion.

Biden was leading the others, retreating toward the northern magic circle.

“Teacher Biden, are you okay?!” A nearby student hurried over to support him.

“Cough, cough… urgh…!”

Biden’s eyes were dim, his entire body trembling, his hands and feet ice-cold. He was so weak he could barely speak.

He felt the rain falling on his body as if it had become scalding hot, like the heat was about to burn away his consciousness.

This was a side effect caused by extreme overuse of mana.

Casting magic requires the support of mana.

The source of mana can come from various means, but the most stable mana source is still the mage’s own mana capacity.

However, if a mage consumes too much mana in a short period, it brings severe side effects—both physical and mental.

Facing the pursuing calamity beasts, Biden had continuously cast powerful spells to slow the monsters’ advance.

Spell after spell drained his mana reserve completely.

The potions made by alchemists only provide gradual mana recovery; they can’t refill instantly. At Biden’s rate of spell consumption, even drinking potions constantly couldn’t keep up.

Just now, to hold off another wave of calamity beasts, he cast his last Blizzard spell—and finally ran out of mana.

He could no longer use magic.

“I’m fine… I’m fine… While I’ve bought us some time, let’s hurry…”

Biden struggled to steady his legs, shakily standing up.

He had just bent down to pick up his staff when a piercing screech came from behind.

Everyone’s faces turned pale as they looked back—Calamity had caught up to them.

“How is that possible?! I clearly held them back just now—how could they catch up so fast?!” Biden roared in disbelief.

But deep down, he knew the truth.

Because he had cast too many spells in succession, his mana kept decreasing, and his magic grew weaker and weaker.

From the time they started retreating from the front line until now, they had already lost a third of their people—all of them dying to Calamity.

The terror of those monsters was carved deep into everyone’s hearts.

“Damn persistent monsters!”

Biden raised his staff, preparing to cast Blizzard again to restrain the monsters.

But he had no mana left—such an act was nothing short of courting death.

“Ugh… ah!”

Biden coughed up a mouthful of blood.

“Teacher Biden, you can’t use magic anymore?!” A student nearby asked anxiously.

“Damn it… we were so close…”

Biden clutched his chest, cursing under his breath.

He could no longer fight—but how could he say that out loud?

Wouldn’t that be the same as telling everyone here: stop running, just wait for death?

“Has the Sword Saint returned yet?!” Biden demanded.

“No! The Sword Saint said he would lure the monsters away—he hasn’t come back yet!!”

Earlier, during their escape, the Sword Saint suggested luring some of the monsters away to ease the pressure on their retreat.

Everyone had worried whether doing that would put him in danger.

But the Sword Saint reassured them, saying he knew what he was doing, and since he still held the holy sword, there would be no problem. He told them not to worry and just focus on fleeing. They would regroup at the northern magic circle.

Thus, the Sword Saint wasn’t here.

And Biden had kept casting spells to buy everyone time to escape.

The others were even weaker—in no condition to face Calamity beasts. They could barely handle mutated magic beasts, let alone these monsters.

There were even many wounded, dragging down their overall combat strength.

“Is this… really the end?” Many people were on the verge of despair.

The Calamity Legion was already closing in, about to arrive.

At that moment, a figure stepped forward to face the monsters.

It was—

The advanced instructor from the Combat Department, Kyle!

“Teacher Kyle, what are you doing?!” Biden asked in shock.

“I’ll hold them off. Teacher Biden, you take the other students and run ahead.” Kyle answered calmly.

“You can’t hold them off alone!”

“Protecting the students is a teacher’s duty.” Kyle smiled confidently.

No one could understand how he could still smile at a time like this.

Was he planning… to sacrifice himself?

“Can you really do it?” Biden asked seriously.

“No problem.”

“Go! Leave this to Teacher Kyle—everyone, trust him!”

Feeling Kyle’s determination, Biden chose to respect his decision.

“Teacher Kyle!!”

Some students were deeply moved by Kyle’s action—especially those from the Combat Department, who now had tears streaming down their faces.

“Men don’t cry easily! My students, this is the moment to burn with youth! Go! Remember my back today, remember my martial path!”

Kyle, full of fighting spirit, gave them a thumbs-up, leaving his back to his students.

The Combat Department students were dragged away by the others.

“Come, monsters!!”

Kyle took his stance.

The martial art he had mastered possessed a forbidden technique—one that burns the fighter’s life to unleash a strike beyond the limits of body and race.

And now—

“This is the ultimate moment of youth!”

Kyle’s muscles swelled, tearing apart his instructor’s uniform. His heartbeat broke past human limits, making his blood boil, and the raindrops that touched his skin evaporated into steam, swirling around his body and merging with his battle aura, turning pure white.

His physical power surged higher and higher, but at the same time, his body was collapsing. A human body could never withstand this force.

So, before he completely broke down, he would unleash his final strike.

Facing the monsters charging at him, Kyle didn’t retreat—he leapt forward instead, battle aura blasting them back before he dove into their midst.

He roared, releasing his strongest martial art.

“Supernova Burst!!”

Blinding white battle aura swallowed everything.

…

…

Xia Yi stood alone in the rain.

At this moment, a figure landed not far from her.

“Finally found you.”

Kobe, now completely transformed into a Calamity Beast, looked at Xia Yi with a murderous grin.

Just then, two more figures arrived right behind him.

Kobe turned his head and saw James and Frank.

The former three-man squad had now all evolved into Calamity Beasts, gaining power beyond humanity—and they were reunited once again.

“You guys are here for revenge too, brothers?”

“Of course—let this woman taste… what absolute power means!”