Transmigration To Magus World-Chapter 24: An Ominous Arrival

"You’d better make sure your enemies underestimate your strength; otherwise, it’s best not to have any enemies at all. Only country bumpkins keep all their wealth on them."

Aizen had always remembered this quote, a timeless piece of wisdom that he deeply agreed with. As the Old Sages Said... . Aizen believed that only those who remembered and practiced such advice could survive for long.

He wanted to live for a long time, so he always kept that saying in mind.

And he had succeeded—his enemies had underestimated him and underestimated his strength.

No one could imagine the true power of his Star-Absorbing Technique. They could speculate about his high level of internal energy, since it wasn’t a secret, at least not to someone like the Red Lady.

But his internal energy was only one part of his overall strength.

Aizen had many powerful techniques and secrets, hidden away. He was like the stingiest of wealthy men, cautiously guarding his treasures, never letting anyone see even a copper coin.

Who knew that, beyond his sword skill that was like a silver whip, a venomous snake, or a shooting star, he had an even more terrifying and difficult-to-dodge sword technique?

Who knew that, in addition to his swordsmanship, he also knew blade techniques, finger techniques, and even footwork that seemed insignificant?

Even if someone managed to guess all that, there was one secret no one would ever imagine: a fearsome fourth-tier mental cultivation method he had mastered.

Now, this secret might be exposed. But anyone who learned it would die immediately.

Of course, there was one exception—Lilith. She was the only person Aizen trusted enough to know some of his secrets. Yet even Lilith might not know his greatest secret, a truth he would never reveal to anyone, not even her.

In the mountains, the mist was thick.

It was almost dusk. Mountain streams slid down jagged rocks, and flower petals swirled in the current, drifting far away.

Fallen flowers had feelings, but the flowing water was heartless. And what could be more heartless than the human heart?

Nothing.

And so, heartless killers had arrived.

When Aizen and Lilith left the city gates, these killers had received the message and immediately followed.

Only four people had come, but their strength was formidable, enough to make anyone tremble. They were composed and calculating, and they no longer underestimated Aizen.

Among the group were three of the former Nine Specters, and the fourth was a young man in a purple robe.

It was unusual to see someone in purple, when most people wore black or gray robes. This uniqueness stood out, symbolizing someone either foolish or extraordinary.

In the Heavenly Demon Clan, to be so different meant you were either a fool or a formidable figure.

The Red Lady was a formidable figure, wearing red. She was ranked among the top twenty disciples out of a hundred thousand and was third among all black-clothed disciples in the West Courtyard.

Now, however, Aizen’s reputation was as strong as the Red Lady’s. But the purple-robed man before him had a reputation even greater than hers.

He wore purple, and his name was Leo, the younger cousin of Steward Ederic.

When Aizen saw Leo, no one else mattered.

Not the Eye-Gouging Specter, not the Tongue-Cutting Specter, not the Liver-Ripping Specter. To Aizen, they were already dead. Only the purple-robed Leo might escape alive.

Yes, escape.

Aizen did not think Leo was his equal, but if Leo wanted to run, he wouldn’t be able to stop him.

Leo was skilled in lightness techniques. He moved like a cat, his footsteps so light that, when he arrived with the three Specters, it felt as if only three people had come—one footstep missing. Such mastery of lightness skill was rare among black-clothed disciples, meaning Leo could escape even if he couldn’t win.

Leo’s purple robe also marked him as an Outer Clan disciple, a symbol of status. Generally, only those in the Outer Clan could wear such attire, but there were exceptions. Leo had been granted this privilege ahead of time, due to his exceptional skill and favor with the Left Faction’s powerful figures. In two months, at the Clan’s Grand Competition, he was already guaranteed a place in the Outer Clan.

But status didn’t matter now. What mattered was that they had to put aside their identities and fight to the death.

"You don’t seem frightened to see us," Leo said calmly, his gaze like bright stars in the sky. Though his eyes held no killing intent, they were chilling.

Leo was handsome, with fair skin that would make women envious, and elegant features: arched eyebrows and phoenix eyes. His looks had earned him the favor of powerful figures in the Left Faction, accelerating his rise. Sometimes, appearance could indeed become a form of strength.

Aizen didn’t respond. When it came time to fight, he disliked wasting words. The only language he spoke was that of his sword.

His sword lifted slightly, like a snake emerging from its hole, tongue flicking, locking onto its prey, ready to strike.

Lilith stepped back two paces. Her bright eyes shone with a mix of excitement and killing intent. The contradictory emotions made her all the more captivating. She wasn’t afraid of Leo and his group because she believed Aizen never acted recklessly, just as she trusted herself.

Her delicate hands hung naturally at her sides, resting near hidden pockets in her sleeves, where cold, sharp weapons waited to strike, making her eyes gleam even brighter. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝚠𝚎𝚋𝗻𝗼𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝚘𝐦

Leo frowned.

He didn’t like people like Aizen—too calm, calmer even than himself; too arrogant, more arrogant than he was.

Yet Leo also used a sword and wanted to test whether Aizen’s Viper Sword title was deserved or merely a boast.

This battle to the death would have only the cold mountain stream and a few moss-covered old trees as witnesses.

Just as Leo’s hand touched the hilt of his sword, Aizen moved like lightning! He didn’t give his enemy a chance—not even a chance to draw his weapon.

His sword lunged like a viper, striking its prey, moving like a shooting star, so fast no one could follow.

The eyes of the three Specters flashed with murderous intent as three cold weapons—blade, trident, and dagger—shone with icy light, all striking toward Aizen.

In the Heavenly Demon Clan, there were no rules, no honor in single combat. Fights were brutal, and the winner took all.

The blade aimed for his eyes, the trident for his liver, and the dagger for his mouth and nose, attacking in a relentless, interlocking wave. Each strike was precise and merciless.

Aizen remained unfazed.

He didn’t seem to notice the three weapons. His eyes were fixed solely on Leo, as if the three Specters didn’t exist.

It was a terrifying level of focus.

And with that focus came a sword strike more ferocious and unstoppable than ever.