Magus Supremacy
Chapter 408: Bandit Ambush!

Chapter 408: Bandit Ambush!

Chapter 408

SCREECH!

BUMP!

The carriage suddenly jerked to a violent halt, bouncing several times on the rugged forest path. The abrupt stop jolted Grey from his sleep, throwing him up and down inside the carriage like a ragdoll.

"What the hell was that for?" Grey shouted, rubbing his eyes in frustration.

"We’ve got company," the driver replied, his voice trembling with unease.

"Company?" the boys echoed, yawning as they stepped down from the carriage.

Their bleary eyes quickly widened in realization. They were still deep within the forest but that wasn’t the problem. What startled them was the sight of seven men surrounding them.

Each figure wore a black outfit, faces concealed behind black masks, and carried a variety of menacing weapons; swords, axes, daggers, even a bow.

"I know the first question running through your minds," one of the masked men said, stepping forward with twin swords glinting in his hands. "You’re wondering who we are, right?"

"You think we care about that?" Grey cut in sharply. "Just say what you want and let us get the hell outta here. We’re kind of in a hurry."

"Spoiled brat! Didn’t anyone teach you to respect your elders?!" one of the bandits barked, clearly irritated.

"Respect elders?" Ray asked, raising a brow. "You’re bandits. Criminals. The kind of people parents warn their kids about. So, why should we respect you?"

"Just tell us what you want," Grey added with a lazy yawn, completely unfazed by the threat around them.

"Surrender all your money and valuables now, and you’ll leave here safely," the apparent leader growled, pointing one of his swords at the group.

"That’s it?" Finral asked, his expression unreadable. "If we hand everything over, we walk away unharmed?"

"Sure," the bandit leader said with a smug nod.

"Alright then, that’s it for me." Grey scoffed and turned back toward the carriage. "I’m heading back to sleep."

"You arrogant bastard! How dare you turn your back on us?!" one of the masked men shouted. Without warning, he pulled his bow taut and released an arrow at blistering speed, aimed straight at Grey’s back.

Sigh.

A soft exhale escaped Grey’s lips as he heard the sharp whistle of the incoming arrow. Without even turning around, he lifted two fingers and caught the arrow cleanly in mid-air.

"You just tried to kill me?" Grey asked quietly, examining the arrow with a raised brow. Then, with the slightest squeeze, he snapped it in half.

"You shouldn’t have tried to walk away like that," the leader said, shaking his head as though disappointed in Grey’s behavior.

"Oh, so if I leave, I die?" Grey muttered. He turned around slowly, casually twirling one piece of the broken arrow between his fingers as he walked back toward his allies.

"Let me get this straight—first, you interrupt my sleep. Then you waste our time, time we could’ve used to cross the damn border. And now, you try to kill me when my back is turned?" Grey paused and shook his head. "All of that is just... unforgivable."

His eyes narrowed. The lazy calm in his voice gave way to a dangerous edge as he stepped forward, his presence suddenly heavier.

But just as he prepared to move, a firm hand landed on his shoulder—Finral’s.

"What are you trying to do? Do you think you’re the MC of a novel or something? These are bandits, for fuck’s sake! Stay back and don’t get cocky," Finral snapped, glaring at Grey, who scoffed and turned away from the bandits like he couldn’t be bothered.

"Fine. Handle them yourselves," Grey replied coolly and began his walk back toward the carriage, hands in his pockets like he had zero interest in the fight.

"Alright, I’ve had enough. Kill them all and take whatever seems to have value on them, then let’s get out of here," the bandit leader ordered with a vicious growl as he swung his sword forward.

The signal was clear, and the remaining six men launched into action, dashing forward with full speed and bloodlust.

Four men charged at Finral and Ray with wild aggression, while the remaining two bolted straight for Grey. Strangely, Grey didn’t even glance back despite the hostile charge.

One of the men leapt into the air and swung his sword downward with a brutal vertical arc aimed at Grey’s back. Grey let out a tired sigh and leapt swiftly to the side, letting the sword crash violently into the ground where he had just been standing.

Before he could even fully turn around, another blade sliced through the air horizontally toward his head. With a sharp breath, Grey tilted his head to the side just in time, narrowly avoiding the sharp steel as it whooshed past.

"You guys really don’t want to learn, huh?" Grey muttered under his breath, shaking his head. The two bandits, showing no signs of hesitation, lunged at him again, thrusting their blades toward his back at full speed.

"Fine. Let’s dance," Grey muttered again, spinning quickly on his heel. With precise timing, he slammed his foot down on one of the incoming swords, pinning it to the ground with crushing force before flipping backward to evade the second strike.

Before the attackers could regroup, Grey channeled his Ki into his legs, a vibrant energy swirling around his feet. With an explosive boost of speed, he vanished from his spot and reappeared in front of one of the men.

Without giving him a chance to react, Grey drove his knee directly into the man’s face with a sickening crunch, sending his body hurtling through the air until it collided with a tree.

"Arghh!" the remaining bandit roared as he frantically slashed at Grey, desperation fueling every swing. But Grey remained unbothered. He casually ducked, leaned, and sidestepped each blow, weaving between them as if he were dancing.

"Too slow," Grey said plainly, his tone nearly bored. Then, with a powerful push of his feet, he dashed forward, catching the bandit completely off guard.

Leaping off the ground, he twisted his hips and delivered a brutal roundhouse kick to the side of the man’s neck. The force launched the bandit’s body like a ragdoll, smashing through several trees before collapsing in a heap.

"That was quick," Grey said as he dusted off his hands, calm and composed. He glanced up to see if anyone else needed help, but it turned out the threat had already been neutralized.

The supposed leader of the group now lay sprawled on the ground, unconscious or dead, while Ray hovered above him, his body bearing only a few light scratches.

"That was smooth," Ray muttered as he turned around and walked back toward the others, his steps steady and composed despite the battle that had just taken place.

"Thought they’d give us more trouble," Finral said with a sigh, facepalming in disappointment.

"Thought you both were supposed to be protecting me. Thought you were both the strongest. But on your watch, I nearly got killed. Twice," Grey shot at them coldly before climbing into the carriage without another word.

"Why are you so annoying?!" Ray snapped, his voice filled with frustration as he glared at Grey’s back.

"Now you see my point," Finral muttered, shaking his head as he followed him into the carriage. Ray sighed and joined them, and soon enough, they were back on the road, heading toward the capital once more.