Transmigration To Magus World-Chapter 107: Coercion and Persuasion

The intense internal energy created a muffled explosion, reverberating throughout the hall.

The air in the room seemed to tremble violently, as if thunderclouds in the heavens were gathering power but had yet to unleash their fury.

The deep, buzzing sound weighed heavily on the ears, creating a stifling atmosphere.

This was Johnny’s signature Sorcery skill—the Thunder Palm .

It was clear that Johnny had mastered the second stage of this technique, wielding it with great proficiency. Without such mastery, the thunderous, rolling sound would have been impossible to produce. His ranking as 32nd on the sect’s Golden List was undoubtedly well-deserved.

However, Aizen merely gave a cold smile at this incoming strike. Showing no signs of weakness, he raised his own palm to meet the attack head-on.

The powerful force emanating from Aizen’s palm seemed to create a vortex in the air.

The temperature in the hall suddenly dropped by several degrees, chilling everyone present.

Aizen’s palm intercepted Johnny’s before it could land.

"Bang!"

The collision of their palms caused the air to ripple like water.

A piercingly cold energy surged into Johnny’s body. At the same time, a violent and malicious force attempted to invade Aizen’s body but was swiftly neutralized by his overwhelming internal energy.

Johnny, struck directly by Aizen’s Ice Divine Palm , felt the frigid internal energy invade his body. His face turned pale blue as he stumbled backward, crashing into the chair behind him. A muffled groan escaped him as he was clearly injured.

"Aizen Senior Brother, you’ve gone too far."

Another gust of malicious wind swept in from the side. It was the pale-skinned, oily-faced young man making his move.

He stepped forward into a solid horse stance, his posture resembling someone drawing a bow to shoot an arrow.

With a sharp sound, his fist shot out like an arrow.

The attack, reinforced by a glove studded with diamond-like spikes, was aimed straight for Aizen’s face.

It was a ferocious punch, so fierce that the gust of wind it generated caused Aizen’s skin to sting. If this punch connected, it wouldn’t just disfigure a face—it could pulverize a boulder.

"Hmm?"

Aizen let out a cold snort, abruptly turning his head. His eyes shone with a piercing light, like a sword thrusting forward. For a brief moment, his gaze carried a ghostly gleam, a spiritual vortex that seemed to ensnare the soul.

His sharp eyes locked onto the pale-skinned youth’s own gaze.

In an instant, the young man’s expression froze, his fierce demeanor faltering. The force behind his arrow-like punch dissipated entirely.

At that moment, Aizen’s cold gaze became even more chilling as he extended a single finger.

The movement of his finger was so light and ethereal that it seemed like a gentle breeze or a drifting cloud. In the blink of an eye, it reached the centerline of the young man’s chest.

It landed precisely on the Heart Calming Point, situated between his pectorals.

"Ah!"

The youth let out a startled cry, snapping back to his senses.

However, before he could retreat, Aizen’s left hand transformed into a claw, seizing the youth’s outstretched fist in a powerful grip.

"Crack!"

A clear sound of bones breaking echoed as Aizen crushed the young man’s wrist in his grip.

The youth, unable to retreat, was instead pulled forward and frozen in place. Aizen’s finger landed directly on his Heart Calming Point.

"Pfft!"

Blood sprayed as the skin and flesh were split open at the point of impact. The youth let out a pained groan, his internal energy scattered and his consciousness muddled. When Aizen released his grip, the youth collapsed heavily to the ground.

"You..."

Johnny was struck with cold fear. In an instant, Aizen had crippled someone outright. This display of strength and ruthlessness left Johnny utterly speechless, unable to utter a single threat.

The entire hall fell silent. Everyone present felt a chill down their spines, rendered speechless in shock.

Aizen’s moves were as devastating as a thunderbolt, swift and overpowering. Within moments, one expert was gravely injured, and another had been completely disabled.

Such ruthless methods and audacious behavior left the crowd in awe and terror. It was lawless and unrestrained.

"Do you want to stand up for him?"

Aizen’s cold gaze turned to Johnny, whose lips were stained with blood. His sharp eyes, like a venomous serpent’s, seemed to pierce Johnny’s very soul.

Aizen’s aura surged, causing his black hair to sway slightly. Though his hands were clasped behind his back, no one dared underestimate their devastating power.

Johnny was at a loss for words. The trepidation in his expression deepened into outright fear.

If Aizen decided to attack him next, the outcome was obvious—certain doom.

"Johnny has spoken out of line earlier. Aizen Senior Brother, your discipline is just. To atone for my mistake, I will sever one of my fingers as a reminder of this lesson!"

Johnny immediately dropped to his knees, extended his pinky finger, and with one swift motion, snapped it off. Blood flowed freely from the wound, but he didn’t utter a single groan of pain. His forehead was drenched in sweat as he lowered his head in submission to Aizen.

To not submit meant death. Even if not today, it would come sooner or later.

Anyone with a shred of intelligence understood this. With such ruthless methods, Aizen would never leave a threat unchecked.

"Very good. Actually, I am not a bloodthirsty person. None of you have offended me too greatly—it’s only a few words spoken behind my back. So, all I’ve given you is a lesson."

Aizen smiled faintly, nodding as if he were an entirely different person. The domineering and decisive killer from moments ago seemed to vanish, replaced by someone calm and approachable.

He turned and swept his gaze around the hall.

Immediately, everyone rose to their feet, putting on bright smiles.

"Aizen Senior Brother."

No one dared provoke Aizen at this point. They all cupped their hands and bowed respectfully.

"Mm."

Aizen gave a slight nod, his eyes falling on the pale-skinned youth lying on the ground. The youth was now feeble and entirely incapacitated.

The Heart Calming Point is a crucial point of the spiritual Meridian, intersecting with the meridians of the Stomach, Heart, and Pericardium. When struck, it scatters internal energy, leaving the victim disoriented and weak.

Aizen’s strike had directly pierced the acupoint, an act of extreme ruthlessness.

"This must be Jade-Faced Little Flying Dragon, ranked 47th on the sect’s Golden List. Isn’t that correct, Junior Brother?"

Aizen stood with his hands behind his back, smiling faintly.

Johnny quickly stood up and responded respectfully, "Aizen Senior Brother is correct. This is Junior Brother."You want to plead for him?"

Aizen interrupted Johnny, his lips curling into a faint smirk.

Johnny’s words faltered, and his expression stiffened. Both he and Jade-Faced Little Flying Dragon were members of the Right Faction and shared a closer bond compared to Aizen, who belonged to another faction.

Before Aizen’s arrival, they had planned how to deal with him and preserve their influence until Simone’s return.

But now, Aizen’s unpredictable and unrestrained approach had completely thrown them off. Not only had he snuck into their mansion unannounced, but he had also resorted to violence without warning.

Facing such a fearless and formidable individual, Johnny no longer dared to provoke him. Aizen’s strength was simply overwhelming.

Even now, Johnny’s internal energy was sluggish, as if his meridians were encased in ice. His entire body felt unbearably cold and stiff.

"Go send Junior Brother on his way."

Aizen’s tone was calm, but his words brooked no argument.

Johnny’s body trembled, his pupils contracting as he looked at Aizen. His arms shook, and he hesitated.

"Hmm? If you’re unwilling, then let someone else do it. Whoever sends Junior Brother on his way will take his position. I, Aizen, always keep my word."

Aizen’s gaze swept over the crowd again.

This was a blatant tactic to sow division—naked coercion and temptation. Whoever killed Jade-Faced Little Flying Dragon would rise in rank.

Kill or be killed. There was no other choice.