Transmigration To Magus World-Chapter 152: A Member of the Blood Shadow Fortress

Chapter 155: A Member of the Blood Shadow Fortress

Never give your enemy a chance to strike first.

Because until they make their move, you’ll never know the methods they will employ.

Aizen would never give his enemy such an opportunity.

So he struck first.

Before the ox cart driver could make a move—when the killing intent had just barely surfaced—Aizen acted decisively.

"You—!"

The man felt a hand grasp his neck—a hand not rough, but firm and unyielding.

He didn’t hear the faintest sound, nor sense any danger.

By the time he realized what was happening, his neck was already in Aizen’s grip. He barely managed to utter that single word.

Before he could turn his head, there was a sharp crack—the sound of his own neck breaking.

That sound was familiar to him; he had crushed the necks of others in the same way before.

But this was the first time he heard the sound of his own neck being shattered.

"Ah!"

Aizen’s sudden, lethal strike shocked not only the driver but also the veiled woman on the ox cart.

The cry of alarm she let out sounded unexpectedly youthful—at odds with her disguise and appearance.

The ox cart came to an abrupt halt, the ox ceasing its advance.

Its master was dead. The loyal animal, unaware of the scene, obediently stopped, sensing that its master was now lying lifeless beneath its hooves.

The woman hurriedly scrambled off the ox cart.

But her path was suddenly blocked by a shadow, cutting off the moonlight ahead.

"You... Why did you kill him? Are you here to kill me? Are you with the Blood Shadow Fortress?"

The veiled woman looked at Aizen in terror. Her voice, though trembling like a frightened bird, carried a pleasing tone.

As she stepped back, she drew a dagger, the blade glinting coldly in the moonlight. Gripping it with both hands, she pointed it at Aizen, seemingly trying to muster courage through this gesture.

"Blood Shadow Fortress?" Aizen frowned slightly.

The Blood Shadow Fortress was a mid-tier overseas faction and a member of the Hundred Alliances of the Seas.

It was rumored that the fortress housed dozens of innate experts and often undertook assassination missions, earning it significant renown in Jianghu.

A troublesome organization indeed. Those targeted by the Blood Shadow Fortress rarely escaped alive.

Could it be that this woman had been marked by the Blood Shadow Fortress?

Aizen’s curiosity was piqued.

With a flash, his figure darted forward like a swooping bird, his five fingers clawing at the woman’s veil.

"Clang!"

The woman screamed in alarm as Aizen casually flicked the dagger from her hands. She hadn’t even had time to react before she felt a chill on her cheek—the veil had been torn away effortlessly.

Beneath it was a youthful, beautiful face now filled with terror, her disheveled hair damp with sweat.

"Don’t—!"

She tried to speak, but Aizen silenced her with a single move.

He covered her mouth with one hand, his cold gaze boring into hers, while his other arm wrapped around her body.

What had appeared to be a bulky, heavyset figure shrank significantly as he held her. 𝑓𝘳𝑒𝑒𝓌𝘦𝘣𝘯ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝑚

Beneath the thick, padded layers of her clothing was a slender form cleverly disguised with cotton stuffing, making her look like an older, matronly woman.

The woman opened her mouth wide, attempting to bite Aizen’s hand. Her terrified eyes flashed with a hint of stubborn determination.

"Smack!"

Aizen loosened his grip and slapped the woman across the face. Instantly, her youthful, beautiful, and fair cheek bore a set of red fingerprints.

Though Aizen hadn’t used much strength, it was clearly more than the woman could endure.

"I’ll fight you to the death! You people from the Blood Shadow Fortress will all die miserable deaths! Don’t think you’ll get anything from me!"

The woman screamed, her voice filled with grief and anger, carrying a sobbing tone. She lunged at Aizen, clumsily assuming a fighting stance and throwing a punch.

It was clear she had some martial training.

But it was equally obvious that she had little to no real combat experience. Her punch, while technically precise like a scene from a film, posed no real threat to Aizen.

Aizen calmly extended his hand.

"Smack!"

Another slap struck the woman’s left cheek, causing her to stumble. Her punch went off course, landing on Aizen’s shoulder.

"Ah!" she cried out in pain.

Aizen’s shoulder muscles tensed like solid rock. To her, it felt as though she had struck a mountain, leaving her fist aching terribly. Aizen, however, stood completely unaffected.

"Is he even human? How can someone’s body be this hard?"

Fear and despair crept into her heart.

Aizen, on the other hand, grew more curious about the woman.

It seemed she possessed something extraordinary—something significant enough to attract the attention of the Blood Shadow Fortress and provoke them to hunt her.

But how had someone with her limited skills managed to escape their pursuit? There seemed to be a deeper secret, perhaps something valuable at stake.

As Aizen pondered, his instincts flared. A sudden wave of danger prickled his senses, raising the hairs on his body.

A faint, nearly inaudible sound of something slicing through the air approached from behind.

Aizen’s heightened perception detected the threat in advance.

He lunged forward like a tiger pouncing on its prey, tackling the woman to the ground amidst her startled screams. Without pause, he grabbed her and rolled several times.

"Thud! Thud! Thud!"

Several red spikes embedded themselves three inches into the ground where they had just been.

"Blood Shadow Spikes?"

Aizen’s eyes narrowed as he grabbed the woman by the shoulder. He slammed his palm against the ground, propelling himself and the woman toward the roadside forest.

The movement was seamless, as though he were gliding along the ground like a fish through water, darting into the sparse woods in an instant.

The sound of rustling fabric followed as two figures entered the forest.

Both moved with agility and speed, each wearing a half-faced crimson mask.

The crimson mask was the most recognizable trademark of Blood Shadow Fortress operatives when on missions. Most people in Magus World, upon seeing someone wearing these masks, would retreat immediately to avoid trouble.

"You... you’re not from the Blood Shadow Fortress?"

The woman, still in Aizen’s grasp, whispered. She looked up at him in fear and confusion, her gaze filled with doubt.

Even if Aizen wasn’t from the Blood Shadow Fortress, she didn’t believe he could be a good person.

How could a good person have so easily killed the ox cart driver? Surely he was after the same secret she held, deliberately approaching her with ulterior motives.

"Those targeted by the Blood Shadow Fortress rarely escape. Are you defying the rules by interfering, sir?"

The two figures in the forest fixed their gaze on Aizen. Their voices were harsh, like metal grinding against stone, grating to the ears.

From beneath their crimson masks, their cold, merciless eyes gleamed, sharp and menacing like the Blood Shadow Spikes embedded in the ground. Their gaze alone seemed to sting the skin of anyone caught ina it.

These were two Magus Body- Blood Refining Stage experts.

Aizen’s lips curled into a faint smile.

He pulled back his robe, revealing the slender blade strapped to his waist.