Transmigration To Magus World-Chapter 130: Anything Goes

A person unwilling to die would never sit idly by and wait for death.

Faced with Aizen’s blade, thrusting toward her like a bolt of lightning, Esdeath had no way to escape or avoid it. Left with no choice, she decided to fight for her life.

She suddenly drew her sword.

The weapon, a soft sword coiled around her waist, had been disguised as a belt.

"shing!"

The sound of the blade being unsheathed echoed sharply. Under the moonlight, the cold gleam of the sword flashed, chilling and deadly.

Her sword slashed downward in an intricate pattern, like falling plum blossoms. The attack aimed at Aizen’s entire body—his forehead, throat, eyes, and heart.

She didn’t attempt to block Aizen’s thrusting blade.

This was a desperate counterattack.

Her soft sword was slightly longer than Aizen’s curved blade. While it was only a matter of a few inches, those few inches could be the difference between life and death.

If Aizen wanted to avoid death or severe injury, he would have to change his move.

However, Esdeath overlooked one crucial fact:

Aizen wasn’t limited to his blade skills. His mastery extended to other techniques as well.

Moreover, the black gloves he wore weren’t just for show.

A Ruthless Counter

In that split second, Aizen’s thrust remained unchanged, but his left hand suddenly released the hilt of the blade.

With his palm striking horizontally, he unleashed a concealed internal force. His hand shot forward, claw-like, resembling the talons of an eagle or the beak of a crane.

It was more akin to the tongue of an ox, wrapping around Esdeath’s plum blossom-patterned sword strikes as though her sword were blades of grass to be swallowed and ground to pieces.

This move was a technique from the Ice Palm. Although not a killing technique, its precision and effectiveness in this moment were akin to a lethal strike.

Aizen’s movements were so fast that Esdeath couldn’t react in time. Her soft sword was seized firmly by Aizen’s hand.

"Screech, crack, crack!"

The sound of twisting metal rang out as Aizen’s concealed internal force exploded through his grip.

The soft sword twisted like a rope in his hand. At the same time, Aizen’s curved blade thrust forward, piercing through Esdeath’s flesh.

A Desperate Struggle

Esdeath’s delicate body was no match for the blade’s force.

However, the strike was partially hindered—it did not immediately reach a vital point.

She had been wearing inner armor, capable of deflecting weapons below eighth-grade sharpness.

But against Aizen’s fourth-grade curved blade, capable of slicing through iron like butter, the armor might as well have been paper.

The curved blade pierced through Esdeath’s body. While the stab missed her vital organs, the pain was excruciating.

Blood sprayed from her mouth as her wide, terrified eyes locked onto Aizen. Crimson streaks trickled from her delicate chin, dripping onto the ground.

"You... you dare to kill me? Our Purple Robe Pavilion will hunt you down. Someone will avenge me..."

Her forehead was drenched in sweat, fragrant yet cold, and her pink corset gown was soaked through with blood.

Aizen’s Mockery

"Oh?"

Aizen chuckled lightly, his hand twisting the sword with a sudden force.

"Clang!"

Esdeath’s soft sword vibrated violently, and her hand, as if struck by lightning, lost all strength. The weapon fell from her grip into Aizen’s hand.

"Your Purple Robe Pavilion is just a bunch of women. If they want revenge, I wonder what form that revenge will take?"

Aizen’s tone carried a hint of mockery as he tossed aside the sword. His curved blade, however, continued to press deeper into her body.

The sensation of the blade slicing through flesh was palpable—the resistance, the sound—it was all too vivid.

Esdeath’s body trembled, growing weaker as her expression shifted from pain to terror. Gradually, a trace of pleading and submission appeared in her eyes.

She instinctively stumbled backward, the blade dragging through her body as it moved.

The sensation of the weapon slowly scraping through her was unbearable—agonizing beyond words.

Aizen suddenly stretched out his hand, a smile at the corner of his cold mouth, his ghostly eyes flickering as he gently pinched Esdeath’s delicate chin and wiped away the crimson blood on her chin.

"Devil, devil, you devil ... Let me go, as long as you let me go and I quit Great Plain City, I can give you what you want?"

Esdeath’s psyche had collapsed, and her eyes were filled with pleading.

"Devil? Heh heh heh ... You know what a devil wants?"

Aizen’s smile grew even thicker, the hilt of the narrow knife grasped in his hand emanated a cold and evil aura, and the bloody scent seemed to be right next to his nose, so thick that he didn’t need to sniff it before it seeped into his bones.

"Me, myself, I can give it to you. Serve you for a period of time, as long as you let me go, I am yours, I have only slept with one person, you can do whatever you want ... Let go, let me go."

People are such marvelous creatures.

A moment ago, she was still very hard and even blackmailing, but in fact, it was nothing more than a sound and fury, and when she knew that the end would be tragic, she couldn’t help but bow her head and give in to the softness.

As long as the head is low, then it can be even more unbearable to completely no self-respect, do not know self-love, do not know shame, as long as to live that will be anything.

Esdeath’s psychological defense has collapsed, in the face of life and death also completely put down all the reserve, self-love, a woman should guard everything.

In fact, she may have been a very loose ** woman, on the surface look pure, strong, in fact, in essence, really to the bed that is completely a completely put down the reserve of the little wildcat.

"Uh-huh. Yes, you’re right, your body still has that little bit of attraction for men."

Aizen’s right hand was still stubbornly grasping the hilt of the knife, still stubbornly moving inside Esdeath’s body, even twisting slowly.

Esdeath had already crumpled her pretty face into a ball in pain, somewhat desperate.

But Aizen’s other hand was again like a lover, gently and tenderly touching Esdeath’s right breast.

This sudden move gave Esdeath a kind of hope for life, her pale face showed a hint of relaxation as if she had escaped from death with a seductive and ** smile.

Any man could get drunk under this seductive smile.

She was also confident that when a man touched her body, touched her soft there, he would definitely be addicted to it and refuse to pull himself out, and would definitely not think about killing her anymore.

Absolutely.

Her thoughts were right.

Because Aizen had already loosened the hilt of the knife, it was as if he had found a plaything that was a thousand times better than the cold hilt of the knife.

That thing just seemed to be the jewel that gave to all men, more charming than a precious knife, more eye-catching than gold.

Esdeath’s pink robe, was lifted, under the moonlight her shoulders pink child delicate, flooded with crescent moon like luster.

Further down is deep and deep as a mountain stream like gully, Aizen’s smile is even more, fell in Esdeath’s eyes that is intoxicated smile, that is a man colorful in the smile.

"As long as you want, right here ... It’s also possible ..."

There was still blood left in Esdeath’s mouth, but her tone was so gentle, so gentle as if she was a whore, hoping that the spendthrift lord would willingly put down any defenses and shell out more silver because of her obedience and good behavior.

She then treated Aizen like a pig.

She’ll just think of tonight as a drunken fall by a pig.

She’ll take it as if the knife stuck in her stomach wasn’t a knife, but a large amount of silver placed in it.

Even.

She was ready to give Aizen the most vicious killing blow with her last flying knife when Aizen was completely lost in her charming *, when Aizen was at his most comfortable.

To cut this man’s lifeblood, to break off his limbs to gouge out his eyes, to cut off each of his fingertips to shred all his greedy fantasies.

The metallic inner armor had been undone by Aizen.

Revealing the charming keto body, the moonlight glistened with a charming luster, the looming and trembling breast peaks, seemed to be waiting for the mountaineering yahoos to conquer!

He took off his Black Fury gloves, his five fingers radiating a faint red aura.

"Come ..." Esdeath’s voice was gentle, and her expression carried a thirsty

The Da Zhuī acupoint is a critical node on the spinal column. A direct hit to it could instantly paralyze the entire body.

Jiang Cheng’s attack was ghostly and swift, his clawed hand rapidly closing in on Chen Ran’s back.

But just as he was about to strike, Chen Ran twisted his body to the side, narrowly avoiding the vital point and simultaneously launching a counterattack.

A Swift Counter

Chen Ran’s reaction was remarkably quick.

His counterpunch carried an intense force, sharp as a needle. Before his fist even landed, the air around it erupted with a piercing whistle.

The surface of his fist was a dark greenish-black, his pores contracted and goosebumps raised—a sign of condensed internal energy.

The punch, like the beak of a crane, ignored Jiang Cheng’s claw and instead aimed directly for the acupoint under his arm.

If the punch landed, it would pierce deeply, tearing away a large chunk of flesh and causing severe injury.

Jiang Cheng’s Snake-Like Reflexes

Jiang Cheng snorted coldly, his blood-red fingers curling like hooks.

They snapped downward like a snake’s open jaws, aiming to clamp down on Chen Ran’s wrist.

Chen Ran reacted instantly, springing back half a step with both legs and dodging the attack. As he retreated, his massive mace darted forward like a venomous dragon, aiming directly for Jiang Cheng’s heart.

A Deadly Exchange

"Clang!"

The curved blade in Jiang Cheng’s hand struck the side of the mace, deflecting its trajectory. The weapon veered off course, sparing Jiang Cheng’s vital point.

However, the sheer force behind the blow left Jiang Cheng’s arm trembling with numbness.

Chen Ran’s strength was immense—a testament to his status as a warrior at the peak of the Post-Heaven Realm. His meridians and acupoints were likely more developed than Jiang Cheng’s, giving him a clear advantage in raw power.

A Lightning-Fast Duel

The two clashed again, their movements a blur of speed.

The courtyard was swept with violent gusts as their strikes stirred the air. The trees around them trembled, their branches shaking wildly. Leaves tore from the treetops, whirling into the air like a storm.

Their movements were inhumanly fast, almost spectral. It was as if their lightfoot techniques allowed them to levitate, their bodies seemingly defying gravity.

From the courtyard, their battle moved to the corridor, shattering its upper level as they transitioned onto the roof.

A Fierce Struggle

Tiles and bricks scattered everywhere as the roof crumbled beneath their ferocious combat.

Chen Ran’s mace was unrelentingly powerful, each strike devastating and difficult to counter. Jiang Cheng’s curved blade, on the other hand, was sinister and precise, striking with lethal intent.

Chen Ran couldn’t afford to meet the blade head-on, while Jiang Cheng was forced to evade the mace’s crushing blows. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝚠𝕖𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝕖𝚕.𝚌𝗼𝗺

As they continued to fight, both men grew increasingly aware of how formidable the other was.

A Battle of Endurance

The duel had reached a stalemate. Both fighters’ skin glowed red from the rapid circulation of their qi and blood.

At this stage, it was no longer just a test of skill but a battle of willpower.

Whoever faltered first, even slightly, would be met with a thunderous and decisive strike.