Transmigration To Magus World-Chapter 136 - 137: Mastering Thunderous Power

Chapter 137: Mastering Thunderous Power

The Five Thunder Explosive Fist was a martial art of extraordinary ferocity, consisting of eighteen techniques. It was said to have been created by Niko Navi , a master of fist arts who drew inspiration from inner principles like Palm Thunder and the Five Thunder Method.

Aizen ran his fingers over the ancient, weathered manual. The moment he opened it, the text dissolved into ash, and his mind was flooded with a vivid vision.

A towering, broad-shouldered man dressed in a regal gray robe appeared. His steps were deliberate and powerful, his gaze sharp as lightning, and his spiked hair bristled like thunderbolts. This was Niko Navihimself, a legend whose strength transcended the boundaries of mere mortals. In a world defined by power, his abilities would have surpassed even the formidable City Lord of Treisenberg city, Morning Star Magus.

The vision began to unfold. Niko Navi extended his fist—small in size, yet radiating an energy that felt capable of shattering the heavens and the earth.

The first technique, Lightning and Thunder, materialized with a single motion. Sparks of electricity danced along his fists, and the air around him seemed to ripple with his overwhelming presence. As Aizen observed, his mind began to piece together the essence of this legendary Sorcery art.

"Fists are power," Niko Navi’s voice echoed in the depths of Aizen’s consciousness. "To clench your fist is to seize control. To strike is to command life and death."

Aizen closed his eyes, letting his mind become one with the demonstration. Each movement, each spark of energy, etched itself into his memory.

Sorcery arts were more than physical techniques; they were an accumulation of knowledge, a mastery of refinement and absorption. Aizen had already honed his skills with basic Sorcery arts to the pinnacle of perfection. Now, armed with this new knowledge, he was ready to advance further.

He absorbed the techniques at an astonishing rate, his understanding of each move deepening as Niko Navi demonstrated the full sequence. Even techniques that Niko Navi had withheld from his own son—moves that had been lost to history—were now laid bare before Aizen.

The final technique, Heaven’s Thunder Punishment, erupted like a storm in his mind. The skies darkened, lightning crashed, and thunder roared as the devastating power of the move unfolded. This ultimate strike was divided into two phases:

Thunderous Might, a burst of unstoppable power, andRolling Thunderclouds, an unrelenting barrage of destruction.

When the vision ended, Aizen opened his eyes. A spark of lightning seemed to flicker in his gaze.

With the Five Thunder Explosive Fist now a part of his arsenal, his combat capabilities had soared. His progress was astounding—within moments, he had reached a level of proficiency that would take ordinary practitioners years to achieve.

But Aizen was no ordinary practitioner. The system that guided him ignored limitations like talent or innate ability. It transformed his efforts into results that bordered on the impossible.

The second treasure he retrieved was the Buddha’s Wrath Tang Lotus, a legendary weapon crafted by the Chaos Clan. Shaped like a delicate metallic lotus, its petals concealed a network of deadly mechanisms. Once triggered, the beautiful artifact became a weapon of mass destruction, unleashing a storm of lethal projectiles.

Holding the lotus in his hand, Aizen admired its craftsmanship. Despite its beauty, the weapon’s power was undeniable. It was not just a tool—it was a statement, a reminder of the Chaos Clan’s mastery of hidden weapons.

Night descended upon the city, and the streets came alive with bustling markets and glowing lanterns. In the quiet of his room, Aizen stood, his mind replaying the moves of the Five Thunder Explosive Fist and the weight of the Buddha’s Wrath Tang Lotus resting in his palm.

Armed with newfound strength and tools of unparalleled power, he was ready for the challenges that lay ahead.

A horse-drawn carriage sped through the bustling streets, the rhythmic clatter of wheels and hooves echoing sharply in the crisp air. The driver expertly maneuvered the reins, urging the pair of spirited horses onward. Their destination: the heart of power within the inner city—the City Lord’s Manor.

The manor was an imposing sight. Green tiles and blue bricks gave way to vibrant red walls, their majesty guarded by two towering stone lions. The air around the entrance was heavy with authority, a testament to the weighty power contained within.

Aizen stepped down from the carriage, using the back of a servant who bent low to offer support. The act spoke volumes of his growing influence. Before his feet fully touched the ground, a guard clad in the City Lord’s uniform approached swiftly, his movements sharp and disciplined.

"Master Aizen," the guard greeted with a bow. "The City Lord awaits you in the guest hall. A banquet has been prepared in your honor."

"Lead the way," Aizen replied, nodding slightly. His tone was calm, almost indifferent, but his eyes flicked over the guard briefly. This man was no ordinary soldier; his strength was evident in the controlled rhythm of his breath and the faint roar of blood flowing through his veins. He was at the later stages of the Blood Refining Stage, a testament to his rigorous training and formidable physique.

As Aizen followed the guard through the expansive manor, he took in the serene surroundings. The lack of patrolling soldiers or visible sentries suggested confidence, but Aizen’s keen senses told a different story. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝓮𝒘𝙚𝙗𝒏𝙤𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝒐𝙢

There was something unusual about this place.

Ever since his encounter with the formation experts led by Ramond, Aizen had developed an acute awareness of the subtle shifts in energy that accompanied the presence of formations. Now, within the City Lord’s Manor, he could feel faint traces of such an arrangement—an invisible network of power subtly woven into the estate.

Formations... Aizen mused. These were no mere superstitions; they were practical manipulations of natural magnetic fields. By altering the flow of energy through meticulous arrangement of structures, one could create arrays that influenced the environment or even enhanced combat effectiveness.

He remembered examples he had learned:

Graveyards, steeped in the lingering energy of death, could alter the magnetic fields of the land, creating an oppressive and eerie atmosphere.Conversely, lands blessed with buried treasures or jade could accumulate a faint spiritual essence over time, enriching the surroundings.

The City Lord’s Manor was no ordinary residence. Aizen couldn’t discern the precise nature of the formation here, but it was undoubtedly the work of a skilled expert, designed to subtly alter the flow of energy in ways that could influence events within its walls.

The path wound through elegant corridors and over tranquil ponds and lakes, each reflecting the artistry of the manor’s design. Finally, they approached a garden gate leading to a small courtyard.

As Aizen crossed the threshold, his senses heightened. There, within the courtyard, were faint presences—strong, restrained, and watchful. Whoever was waiting for him here was no ordinary host.

A storm was brewing, and Aizen was walking straight into its heart.