SUPREME ARCH-MAGUS

Chapter 368 Thunder Clap Strike

Mountain Devil Forest...

The sun had just started its descent, casting long shadows over the dense forest where Kent trained relentlessly. It had been two weeks since he returned from the vicinity of Devil Mountain, where the immense pressure and the encounter with the Winged Lion spirit had left him with new resolve and determination.

Every day since then, Kent had ventured alone into the forest, pushing his limits with only one goal in mind: mastering the Thunder Clap Strike, the fifth stage of the Storm God Tyrant Physique.

Kent's training had been grueling. Each morning, he would set out, journeying deep into the uncharted parts of the forest, where the beasts were stronger and dangerous.

His task was simple, to fight and survive using only the Thunder Clap Strike. He knew that to evoke the beastly instincts necessary for the first stage of the Inner Spirit Transformation of the Golden Body, he needed to push himself to the brink of exhaustion, to the very edge of his capabilities.

Today was no different. Kent found himself standing in a small clearing. Before him was a gang of long tooth fox beasts—each with sharp, cunning eyes that glowed in the dim light. A spiritual fruit was the reason for this confrontation. The fruit was coveted by many, and Kent had decided to use this opportunity to further his training.

The foxes were clearly agitated, circling Kent as they tried to intimidate him, their growls low and menacing. Their fur bristled, and their eyes darted between Kent and the fruit, as if trying to decide which was the greater threat. Kent's gaze remained steady, his muscles tensed as he prepared for the inevitable attack.

He knew that he could end this fight quickly using his other body spells, but that wasn't the point. He was here to master the Thunder Clap Strike, and that meant relying solely on it, no matter how long it took.

One of the larger foxes, its fur streaked with silver, lunged first, its sharp teeth aimed at Kent's throat. Kent moved quickly, his hands coming together in a rapid motion. A loud crack split the air as he executed the Thunder Clap Strike, sending a powerful shockwave through the clearing. The fox was thrown back, but it landed on its feet, shaken but not defeated.

The other foxes took this as their cue to attack, leaping at Kent from all sides. He spun, his hands coming together again and again, each Thunder Clap Strike creating a barrier of force around him. The shockwaves rippled through the air, disorienting the foxes and keeping them at bay, but they were relentless, their speed making it difficult for Kent to land a decisive blow.

7th Realm, Quinn Family ruling...

Inside the stronghold of the Frost family which is the 3rd branch of Quinn family...

Thea Frost sat quietly before the tranquil lotus pond, her gaze distant and unfocused. The surface of the water was still, reflecting the delicate pink petals of the lotus blossoms and the soft light of the setting sun.

Her long, silver hair cascaded over her shoulders, and her expression, usually so serene and composed, was clouded with unspoken sadness. The servant girls, sensing the weight of their lady's mood, kept their distance, standing silently by the garden's entrance.

Suddenly, the soft rustle of silk announced the arrival of another. Lily Frost, Thea's younger sister, approached with a gentle sigh, her vibrant energy somewhat subdued.

Clad in a flowing maze-colored dress, she exuded a natural liveliness, but today her steps were heavy, weighed down by concern. She gestured for the servant girls to leave, and they obeyed without hesitation, vanishing into the shadows of the garden.

Lily walked closer, her expression softening as she looked at Thea, who still hadn't acknowledged her presence. With a sigh, she handed her sister a small vial containing a black liquid.

"Sister, this potion will stabilize your Supreme Magus cultivation for now. It's only a temporary measure, but I promise I'll find a ninth-rank healer who can cure your unstable cultivation." she said softly.

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Your's lovingly,

PeterPan :-)