I Became A Flashing Genius At The Magic Academy-Chapter 465

The High Priest Malcan leapt down from the towering bell tower, landing squarely in the plaza.

As the Black Mages guarding the perimeter stepped back to create space for the duel, Baek Yuseol stepped forward into the designated area.

"A duel in front of an audience, huh? It's been a while."

However, there was a slight difference in the atmosphere compared to his past experiences. The expectations surrounding him this time were distinctly negative.

Most of the Narang people were glaring at him with resentment-filled eyes.

If Baek Yuseol were to lose this battle, the Narang tribe would lose their last shred of honor and pride, forced into total subjugation under the Black Magic Cult.

"Is that your weapon? It's unusual for a Narang," Malcan scoffed, eyeing the sword in Baek Yuseol's hand.

These days, weapons like swords were considered mere accessories for personal defense by ordinary people.

In a world ruled by magic, even the Narang people, known for their physical prowess, typically relied on magic for combat rather than swords.

"Is it that strange?"

Regardless, Baek Yuseol knew that defeating an 8-Risk Black Mage without using his sword was out of the question.

"Fine, then! Let me see how confident you really are!" Malcan roared, readying himself.

Baek Yuseol pointed his sword at Malcan and exhaled deeply.

The moment he used Blink, his identity would inevitably be revealed.

What mattered now was that he had secured a one-on-one duel with Malcan.

"If I can take him down, the rest will fall into place."

The Narang warriors, who were now lying defeated, couldn’t rise up against the Black Magic Cult because Malcan was simply too powerful.

Baek Yuseol had learned during his days exploring the city that the Narang warriors had been suppressing their humiliation and anger, waiting for the right moment to bare their fangs once again.

And now, with Baek Yuseol taking the lead, it was no wonder the warriors looked at him with resentment.

"Just wait a little longer," he thought.

As Baek Yuseol sidestepped cautiously to maintain distance, testing Malcan's reactions, the high priest lost patience and charged forward.

Boom!

Despite his massive build, Malcan moved with terrifying speed, breaking the sound barrier.

It was a straightforward, brute-force charge without any finesse or technique, but being hit by it would be akin to being struck by a speeding train, leaving no chance for survival.

"So this is Malcan," Baek Yuseol mused.

The name sounded familiar. He recalled hearing about Malcan recently among magic warriors, who referred to him as the "Bishop Killer."

Magic warriors who wielded staves for slow but powerful magic were especially vulnerable to Malcan’s swift, devastating charges.

For them, Malcan was a nightmare, tearing them apart with his brutal onslaught.

No one had anticipated that Malcan had established power in a place like this after disappearing from the spotlight.

It was unfortunate, Baek Yuseol thought. If he had been a typical magic warrior or even a standard combat mage, keeping up with Malcan’s rapid movements would have been nearly impossible.

But Baek Yuseol was anything but ordinary.

From the beginning, he had compensated for his weak physical constitution with Blink Magic, enabling instantaneous teleportation.

He could cut down spells traveling several times faster than the speed of sound with his sword, so dodging an attack like Malcan's was trivial—even leisurely.

With a twist of his left ankle, Baek Yuseol pivoted, shifting his body slightly to the side.

Malcan’s massive frame hurtled past him, brushing just inches from his nose.

Baek Yuseol observed Malcan’s movements from start to finish. It was as if the world had slowed down, each of Malcan’s actions captured in vivid detail.

But Malcan couldn’t say the same.

Baek Yuseol’s figure seemed to blur and shift, moving a half-step to the side in an instant.

Malcan was left completely unable to track him.

"What the—?"

Only after Baek Yuseol had already moved did Malcan register his new position. By then, Baek Yuseol was already in the motion of delivering a downward slash with his sword.

"Damn it!"

Swish!

A silver arc slashed toward Malcan’s neck, but the high priest twisted his body just in time to deflect the blow.

Thud...

Malcan staggered backward several steps, clutching his heavily injured left forearm, and glared at Baek Yuseol.

"That didn’t land, huh?"

"You... you're no ordinary opponent."

"Of course not. Did you really think I’d challenge you if I were?"

"I’ve heard that the Narang people are quick and agile, but this is something else entirely," Malcan admitted through gritted teeth.

To suffer an injury from a mere Narang youth in front of countless Black Mages—it was a wound to Malcan’s pride far deeper than the one on his arm.

Worse yet, the Black Magic Cult’s leader, Huiyeon, was watching from the shadows.

The humiliation burned hotter than the pain in his flesh.

"Now that I’ve seen your strength, I won’t hold back anymore."

Boom!

Without wasting a second, Malcan charged again, faster than before.

Baek Yuseol evaded in the exact same manner as before, deliberately testing Malcan’s ability to adapt.

Swoosh!

"Oh..."

This time, the result was different. Mid-air, Malcan twisted his body, slashing toward Baek Yuseol’s torso with claws that extended nearly two meters.

The attack was narrowly avoided as Baek Yuseol ducked his head, letting the claws whistle past.

He retaliated with an upward slash, but Malcan was already flipping in the air, preparing for his next strike.

"This guy’s more flexible than I thought," Baek Yuseol noted.

He had assumed Malcan relied solely on brute strength and speed, but the high priest was proving to be surprisingly nimble.

Then again, being an 8-Risk Black Mage wasn’t a title given lightly.

Still...

"In terms of stats, it seems I’m completely superior," Baek Yuseol concluded.

Malcan’s strength lay in his high-speed acrobatics and devastating power.

But no matter how fast or powerful he was, he couldn’t keep up with Baek Yuseol’s Blink, enhanced by the Heavenly Flowing Body.

Teleporting in short bursts of 50 centimeters to 2 meters, Baek Yuseol easily dodged Malcan’s charges.

The tide of the battle began to shift.

Though it appeared that Malcan was relentlessly pursuing Baek Yuseol with ferocious attacks, the truth was that each swipe of his claws was lightly parried or dodged with ease.

Malcan’s long charges of 10 to 20 meters left him exposed, while Baek Yuseol required only a few steps to outmaneuver him. The difference in stamina consumption was stark.

Boom!!

Eventually, Malcan lost control of his speed and crashed into a wall. Baek Yuseol let his sword hang lazily at his side, shaking his head in mock pity.

"If you can’t even control your own speed, what’s the point of all those tricks?"

Crash!

Emerging from the rubble, Malcan’s body showed almost no signs of damage despite slamming into the wall.

"Now that’s something I envy," Baek Yuseol remarked.

If a human body fails to properly control Blink Magic, the result is catastrophic—complete disintegration.

There’s a reason why it’s considered forbidden magic.

But such concerns didn’t apply to Black Mages. Their inherently robust bodies could endure such strain. Even if they lost some control over their speed, it wasn’t a significant issue.

“We Black Mages... are the perfect superior version of humans. While you hesitate to use magic out of fear of colliding with a wall, such fears don’t concern me at all!”

“Really? For such a superior species, you sure took quite a beating.”

Malcan’s body was already drenched in blood, so much so that it was hard to believe he could lose that much and still stand.

“This much! Won’t stop me!”

As if proving his point, Malcan slammed his feet onto the ground with all his strength.

Black mana surged violently from his body, gathering at his horns and emitting an overwhelming crimson aura.

I figured it wouldn’t end so easily.

The red energy spiraled and condensed, forming a protective layer around Malcan’s body.

It resembled armor—a swirling crimson vortex encasing him. Seeing this, Baek Yuseol lowered his stance, readying himself.

“Graaaah!!”

With a single roar, the surrounding buildings within a 30-meter radius were obliterated.

Fortunately, the Narang people escaped unharmed, but ironically, several Black Mages were swept up and killed in the blast.

The Black mana in Malcan’s eyes flared wildly as his pupils rolled back. Whatever reasoning he had retained until now had completely vanished.

So that’s a Black Mage for you, Baek Yuseol thought.

A species that abandons reason and intellect in pursuit of pure power.

Baek Yuseol placed a fist to his chest and closed his eyes.

Just the perfect sandbag I needed to test this technique.

Around him, a silver aura began to stir, distinctly different from the blue mana typically wielded by humans, elves, or Narang.

No, calling it "mana" didn’t feel quite right.

“That’s...!” Huiyeon, who had been watching the battle, leapt to his feet in shock.

“What’s wrong, my lord?” one of his subordinates asked.

Huiyeon stared at Baek Yuseol with wide eyes, his mouth slightly open in astonishment.

That silver aura—there was no doubt about it.

It was the energy of the Silver Eleventh Moon.

However, it wasn’t merely the blessing of the Moon’s power.

Huiyeon, who had received the blessing of the Twelfth Moon and wielded its authority, could tell the difference.

When borrowing the authority of a Moon through its blessing, the manifestation didn’t take that form.

This was something else entirely.

“Baek Yuseol... is controlling the energy of the Silver Eleventh Moon itself...”

A mere human dared to wield the power of a divine entity, directly manipulating the essence of the Twelve Moons.

And not °• N 𝑜 v 𝑒 l i g h t •° just any Moon, but the Silver Eleventh Moon, the most complex and challenging to master.

Flash!

Unlike Malcan’s chaotic transformation, Baek Yuseol’s change was subtle.

There were no massive explosions or violent whirlwinds. He didn’t blow away everything within a 30-meter radius.

Instead, everything became quiet.

An eerie stillness enveloped the area around Baek Yuseol.

With eyes glowing silver, he calmly locked his gaze on Malcan before suddenly turning his head sharply toward the top of the bell tower.

No, more precisely, toward Huiyeon, who had been watching from the shadows.

Their eyes met for the briefest moment.

“A-ah...”

In that instant, Huiyeon felt himself overwhelmed by Baek Yuseol’s sheer presence, his legs buckling beneath him.

This was the same Huiyeon who had stood unflinching before the Black Demon King and even dared to mock him.

Yet now, he found himself gripped by fear—of a mere human boy.

But why?

When Huiyeon looked at Baek Yuseol just now, he couldn’t think of him as “just a human.”

It felt as though he were staring directly at the Twelve Moons themselves.

Fear, awe, and utter subjugation.

Huiyeon swallowed hard, covering his face with one trembling hand.

Have I truly... fallen so low?

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When Black Mages rushed to assist him, Huiyeon forced himself to stand, leaning heavily against the wall.

Boom!

By then, the clash between Baek Yuseol and Malcan had already begun.

And why was it?

Why did it feel so inevitable that Malcan’s limbs would be torn apart and his body reduced to shreds?

Why did his mind so calmly accept this as the natural outcome?

Baek Yuseol stomped on Malcan’s severed head and raised his sword high, prompting the Narang warriors to erupt in cheers as they rose to their feet.

“L-lord! The Narang warriors are starting a revolt! With Malcan dead, there’s no one left to control them! What should we do?”

The Black Mages grabbed at Huiyeon in panic.

Should they proceed with their plan and attack Baek Yuseol?

Could their remaining forces suppress the Narang rebellion?

Every decision hinged on Huiyeon, yet he issued no commands.

“So that’s it, Baek Yuseol... That’s what you are, Huiyeon thought, a bitter laugh escaping his lips as he covered his face with both hands.”

“You, Baek Yuseol... You’re just like my father.”

Finally realizing the truth, Huiyeon could only laugh helplessly amidst the cries of the Black Mages and the chaos of the battlefield.

And he laughed, and laughed.