Cultists’ Attack! Battle of Immense Magnitude

A huge spiral of mixed elements destroyed the entire half of the auction hall, a mix of multiple colors and shapes, made of lightning, rocks, flames, poison, and many other elements.

The huge spiral washed away towards the other half, showing no signs of stopping until Sir Isaac, the auction house owner's body appeared right in front of the huge spiral, his gaze unwavering, his face even housing a slight grin.

"Seems like you lunatics finally decided to show up," with a casual wave of his hand, a huge wave materialized. The tall tsunami clashed with the spiral composed of attacks from multiple Rank 2 cultists and managed to hold on!

Even though the spiral pushed back, the tsunami was like a deadly flag rippling in the air, waves after waves traveled out of its body to reinforce its dominance in the clash of elements.

With one final wave with immense force behind it, both the tsunami and the spiral dispersed into the air as Sir Isaac got surrounded by six cultists, all of whom were Rank 2.

The sheer amount of mana let out from the dispersing of the colossal attacks flung the bystanders who were weaker into the air, collapsing what was left of the already ravaged auction building.

There was, however, no fear present on Sir Isaac's face, only a slight smile. "Seems like I will have to get serious," his already immense Peak Rank 2 Initial aura rose until it broke through the barrier of Rank 2 Middle, and an oppressive feeling of death surrounded the entire ravaged auction house and beyond. Rank 0's were already passed out cold, but even weaker Rank 1's weren't spared as they fell on their knees, about to collapse under the immense pressure.

As the oppressive aura crushed upon them, and they realized Sir Isaac was hiding his Rank all this time, despite them outnumbering him with 6 to 1, the Rank 2 cultists opposing him started running away from Sir Isaac.

SWIRL! But they were only met with a huge dome made of raging water that soon encapsulated Sir Isaac and the six Rank 2 cultists.

Numerous spells of colossal power rained upon the dome to no avail. Sir Isaac's voice reverberated within the dome, shaking the souls of the six cult terrorists, "Seems like it's just us now," he said while swirling his white mustache.

Knowing there was no immediate way out, the six figures, all wearing robes that were numbered from 1 to 6, covered their faces and rushed at him at terrifying speeds, each using a different and versatile movement technique.

Number 4 arrived the fastest, putting his weight on top of his right foot as he wound out a terrifying punch covered in flames. "Whoa there!" Sir Isaac had already dodged the attack before Number 4 could even finish it. He moved like a liquid, swirling around as if the planet's gravitational pull didn't affect him, with a kick right to Number 4's gut. He was sent flying until he hit the dome, which shredded him to pieces. "You wouldn't want to hurt yourself."

Number 3 and 6 rushed at the same time, one used a sword made of rocks which extended and withdrew as he willed, the other launched lightning in a cone formation. Both attacks seemed to have cornered Sir Isaac, one attacking him precisely while the other attacking in a wide range, just in case he managed to avoid the precise attacks.

Sir Isaac, his hand covered in water-condensed mana, held the sword that was flinging in what should have been a hard-to-predict pattern and crushed it to rock bits. Seeing an opportunity, Number 6 manipulated the bits to attack Sir Isaac, which was simply blocked by the water armor that surrounded his body.

Facing the upcoming cone of lightning, Sir Isaac didn't even move a muscle and let it hit his armor, each lightning strike that made the cone hit his armor causing sizzles to sound across the dome, but even after taking the full power of the attack, the armor remained intact.

Number 3 and 6, this time with 2 joining them, jumped at him. Sir Isaac dodged all their attacks with ease but sensed something amiss. Turning around, he saw Number 1 jumping at him, his mana unstable, about to explode in self-destruction!

Sir Isaac, in an instant, arrived in front of Number 1, his palm held his unstable, dysmorphic face and pressed him to the ground. Sir Isaac's foreign mana invaded the cultist's body as the instability turned inwards, causing mana to clash with his rowdy mana flow. THUFF!

Life left Number 1's eyes as Sir Isaac lifted his palm. He had successfully overwhelmed his self-destruction spell. Obviously, during this time, the other cultists weren't passive; he sensed a huge flame beam coming at him, which he sidestepped. "Well, Gentlemen," Sensing another flame beam headed his way, his hand found its way to his vest and pulled out a cigar.

As he dodged the attack, the cigar lit. After taking a puff of his cigar, he continued, "It's about time we ended this."

RUMBLE! RUMBLE! The huge dome collapsed into small water drops that filled the entire area they were present in. With a light swirl of his hand, the water droplets picked up speed as they rotated, each going faster than a bullet!

SHO, SHO, SHO! Holes appeared on the cultists' bodies, which accumulated until nothing was left of them but a mushed-up skin, organs, internals, and a puddle of blood covering it all.

Sir Isaac took another puff of his cigar as he stood in the middle of where the dome previously stood, surrounded by the corpses of numerous Rank 2 cultists.

...

Isaiah was under the rubble after the attack, as heavy auras pressed and mana swirled everywhere. Under his body was the unconscious Lily; after a quick check, it turned out she didn't have any serious injuries.

He went up the rubble as the sound of battling reverberated outside. His hand got out of the rubble, and he used it as support to pull his upper body out.

A few seconds hadn't passed before he came out when a huge dragon made of lightning headed his way, electric sizzles on the dragon sounding like a roar. SIZZLE! BOOM! The huge dragon made of lightning landed right on top of him, destroying his body into particles of light.

However, the new arrival wouldn't be fooled. Just as he was about to speak, Isaiah spoke instead, "So you were part of a cult, huh? Masked Duke," calling him Duke made him burst into a round of mocking laughter that ranged in the Masked Duke's ears.