Transmigration To Magus World-Chapter 131: The Final Battle

The trap of tenderness, the downfall of heroes.

Unfortunately, some people simply don’t understand tenderness or appreciate charm.

While a naked woman can often dull a man’s vigilance, Aizen was not one to lower his guard just because the woman before him was undressed.

His growing smile was not one of affection—it was the prelude to murder.

Undressing this woman, removing her inner armor—it was all to make it easier for him to ruthlessly pierce her heart with his iron-like hand.

"Puff!"

The sound of flesh being penetrated was cruel and chilling.

"Clang!"

The softness in Esdeath’s beautiful eyes vanished completely, replaced by clarity and despair. Her gaze, full of confusion, pleading, helplessness, and venomous hatred, locked onto Aizen as her last lifeline faded.

A hidden dagger slipped from her sleeve and clattered to the ground.

This dagger was her final ace—a weapon she never used unless certain of delivering a fatal blow. Its blade, shimmering with a blue hue, was forged from a rare metal and laced with a poison that became deadlier over time.

Esdeath had planned to use this weapon at the moment Aizen let his guard down completely, teaching this despicable demon a harsh lesson.

But she never got the chance.

The Demon’s Mockery

"The green snake has its bite, the yellow scorpion its sting... but of all poisons in the world, none is more venomous than a woman’s heart.Esdeath, just how venomous is your heart?"

Aizen’s gaze fell on the fallen dagger as he chuckled, the corners of his lips curling into a merciless smirk.

Suddenly, he kissed the dying beauty on her lips.

"Clang!"

His bloodstained hand, its crimson fingernails gleaming like deadly hooks, spread wide as if it were the claw of a bear. In one swift motion, he clasped her heart with brutal precision.

The pain was beyond excruciating—a heart-wrenching agony.

Esdeath wanted to scream, but her lips were sealed by Aizen’s.

Her hatred flared.

She loathed herself for not seizing the earlier opportunity to deliver a fatal strike. Blood gushed from her open mouth as she desperately tried to bite Aizen’s lips, to sever his tongue.

But Aizen never left himself vulnerable to his enemies’ blades or poison-laced mouths.

As her blood grew cold, Aizen withdrew his hand slowly, now drenched in crimson.

A Killer’s Hands

This was a hand stained with blood—a hand no basin of gold could cleanse.

It was the hand of a man who killed without remorse, driven by gain and cruelty.

"Brother Aizen, you truly have no pity for beauty, do you?"

A light laugh broke the silence from behind, accompanied by the sound of fluttering robes in the wind.

Aizen turned, his bloodied lips and hand making him resemble a vampire under the moonlight.

But his gaze remained icy, as cold and sharp as a wolf’s or an eagle’s, cutting into the throat of the man before him.

This aura—chilling and oppressive—was the hallmark of a martial master. Even an ordinary person would find their courage shattered under such a gaze.

Descending from the courtyard wall was Nathan, his purple robes billowing in the wind.

Nathan held a massive mace, his tall and sturdy frame standing upright like a spear. His jet-black hair danced behind him, and the confidence etched into his smile reflected the countless trials he had endured.

"The weaklings are dead. How about we settle things now?"

His voice was calm, his grip on the mace steady. His long, slender fingers rested against the weapon, his feet planted firmly as though rooted into the earth itself.

Nathan remained cautious of Aizen, fully aware of the threat he posed. Yet, he knew there was no escaping their final confrontation.

A Duel of Titans

The Overseas Alliance’s leaders had all been slain. Replacing them would be a difficult and time-consuming task, especially with Great Plain City’s resources already divided.

For the victor of this battle, the spoils would be immense. It was a rare opportunity that neither man could afford to waste.

Yet both knew that while defeating the other might be possible, delivering a killing blow would be far more challenging.

"Ding."

A faint chime rang in Aizen’s mind—a long-awaited system notification. His gaze flickered as his heart stirred.

"Squelch."

With a sharp motion, he pulled his curved blade free. A fountain of blood erupted as Esdeath’s lifeless body collapsed to the ground.

At that very instant, Nathan’s pupils narrowed. Without hesitation, he moved.

"Buzz!"

The air vibrated violently as currents of energy rippled outward. Nathan’s massive black mace lashed out like the tail of a crocodile, striking with ferocity and brutality.

The blow was fiercer than an axe, more devastating than a hammer. It was a strike that no blade or spear could directly contest.

Aizen’s eyes gleamed as he sidestepped, his figure slipping past like a phantom. Executing a Bagua Step, he swiftly maneuvered behind Nathan.

"Slash!"

His blood-red fingers, razor-sharp like bear claws, gleamed with a chilling hue and the scent of blood. With deadly precision, they clawed toward Nathan’s Great Vertebra acupoint on his spine.

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

Aizen’s attack was ghostly and swift, his clawed hand rapidly closing in on Nathan’s back.

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

A Swift Counter

Nathan’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 Aizen’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.

Aizen’s Snake-Like Reflexes

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

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

Nathan 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 Nathan’s heart.

A Deadly Exchange

"Clang!" 𝚏𝕣𝐞𝗲𝐰𝕖𝐛𝐧𝕠𝕧𝚎𝚕.𝐜𝚘𝗺

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

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

Nathan’s strength was immense—a testament to his status as a warrior at the peak of the Magus body refining stage. His meridians and acupoints were likely more developed than Aizen’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.

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

Nathan couldn’t afford to meet the blade head-on, while Aizen was forced to evade the mace’s crushing blows.

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.

The courtyard was a battlefield bathed in moonlight and chaos. Blood, sweat, and fury filled the air as Aizen and Nathan clashed in a fight that would leave neither untouched.

Nathan roared, his voice reverberating like thunder, as he snapped back to awareness. His face twisted in rage and disbelief, but Aizen’s cunning had already tipped the scales.

The arrow-like exhalation Aizen had unleashed struck Nathan’s face with a force that blurred his vision, blinding him in the crucial moment. As Nathan staggered, his instincts screamed for retreat.

But it was too late.

Aizen’s curved blade had already swung through the air like the scythe of a grim reaper. It met Nathan’s arm with deadly precision.

For an instant, Nathan felt nothing. But then came the lightness—an absence where there should have been strength, where his mace had once been.

"What...?"

With a heavy thud, Nathan’s severed arm, still clutching the massive mace, fell to the ground. Blood sprayed in torrents, painting the earth crimson.

Pain seared through him like fire. His once-handsome face twisted into a monstrous snarl as his body instinctively launched backward, leaping for safety.

"Ah! My arm!"

The Momentum Shifts

Aizen pursued without hesitation. His body became a blur, moving with unrelenting speed as his curved blade gleamed in the dim light.

The tide had turned.

Though both men were weakened, Nathan’s severed arm drained him not only of blood but of morale. Aizen, however, seemed to draw strength from his success, his presence growing sharper and more menacing.

Nathan’s retreat became desperate, but his voice was defiant.

"I will avenge this severed arm someday!"

A Last-Ditch Counter

Nathan’s retreat was calculated, his movements precise even in his battered state. Reaching the courtyard wall, he flicked his remaining arm with practiced efficiency.

"Crack!"

From his sleeve erupted a swarm of silver needles, glinting faintly in the moonlight as they scattered toward Aizen like a deadly storm.

These needles, swift and nearly invisible in the dim night, were Nathan’s final trump card. He had intended to use them to kill Aizen, but now they served only as a means of escape.

Aizenreacted instantly. His blade whirled in his hand, creating a barrier of steel around his body.

"Clang, clang, clang!"

Sparks danced in the air as the needles met their mark—none finding purchase in Aizen’s flesh.

The Narrow Escape....

By the time Aizen had deflected the last needle, Nathan had vanished.

His shadowy figure darted across the courtyard wall and into the labyrinthine estate.Aizen scanned the grounds, but the faint moonlight and the chaotic battles erupting in other corners of the compound obscured his quarry.

Even with a severed arm, Nathan’s superior movement technique was beyond Aizen’s ability to match. For all his skill and cunning, Aizen had to let his foe escape.

"Damn it..."

The System Speaks

As the adrenaline ebbed, a faint chime echoed in Aizen’s mind.

The system notification was both familiar and disappointing.

Aizen recalled the task it had issued earlier:

Defeat or kill Chen Ran, the Breaking Army Mace, ranked 91st on the People’s List.

Had he killed Nathan, the rewards would have been immense.

Reward for Killing: 8,800 Wisdom Points.Reward for Defeating: 2,300 Wisdom Points.

But failure to even defeat Nathan would have resulted in severe consequences: a 30% reduction in proficiency for three martial arts techniques.

Such a penalty could cripple him, erasing progress that had taken years to achieve.

The system’s abilities defied logic; if it decreed that Aizen would forget or lose proficiency in certain techniques, it would happen, no matter how deeply those skills were ingrained in his mind.

For that reason, Aizen had fought with every ounce of strength to avoid failure.

Yet despite his efforts, Nathan had escaped.

Hollow Victory

Aizen’s blade returned to its sheath with a metallic hiss.

The battlefield was quiet now, save for the distant echoes of skirmishes elsewhere in the estate.

His chest rose and fell with exhaustion as he glanced at the system notification.

The reward of 2,300 Wisdom Points was paltry compared to what could have been gained. Yet it was better than nothing.

The points would grant him modest purchasing power in the system’s Wisdom Marketplace, a small consolation for the missed opportunity.

"Breaking Army Mace, ranked 91st on the People’s List," Aizen muttered. "Even with a severed arm, he managed to escape. Killing him would have been a far greater reward."

But Aizen knew this wasn’t the end. Nathan had vowed vengeance, and Aizen would not underestimate him a second time.

For now, he turned his focus to recovery. With his energy drained and his body pushed to its limits, he needed to regroup before the next challenge arose.

Somewhere in the night, Nathan nursed his wounds, plotting his next move.

But Aizen, too, was preparing. This battle was only the beginning.

"You escaped today, Nathan. But next time..."

His fingers brushed the hilt of his blade, the cold steel a reminder of his resolve.

"...you won’t be so lucky."