Transmigration To Magus World-Chapter 44: A Life-Threatening Palm Strike

It is undeniable that the strength of outer Clan disciples far surpasses that of ordinary black-clad disciples. Even this triangular-eyed disciple, who now dared to launch a ferocious attack on Aizen, displayed a combat power that went far beyond what an average warrior like Gormak could exhibit.

To understand just how formidable this triangular-eyed attacker was, it’s worth remembering that Gormak was ranked among the top fifty out of one hundred thousand black-clad disciples. Had Gormak not met his end at Aizen’s hands, it would have been only a matter of time—no more than two months, in fact—before he would have been promoted to the outer Clan. That was practically a certainty, especially given that the upcoming mountain gate competition was his ticket to that promotion. This signified that Gormak already possessed the level of strength needed to be a newly advanced outer Clan disciple.

It was a known fact that those black-clad disciples who managed to rank in the top one hundred were generally already on par with newly promoted outer Clan disciples. And then, of course, there was Gideon—the one known as the "Peerless Sword," the first among disciples. There were even rumors that, despite having not yet practiced any formal Sorcery arts techniques exclusive to the outer Clan, he could match and even rival some of the most formidable outer Clan disciples. Some even claimed that Gideon could extend his sword aura up to three feet, a feat that very few could achieve.

The triangular-eyed disciple who now targeted Aizen certainly was not as formidable as the "Peerless Sword," Gideon. But he was no simple opponent either. His attacks carried a lethal precision and a calculated menace that made him exceptionally dangerous.

However, the person he had now brazenly decided to assault was anything but ordinary. Aizen had already proven to be someone exceptional, someone unpredictable.

Just as the sharp, venomous one-foot Blade aura from the triangular-eyed disciple was about to pierce toward Aizen’s groin, a blinding, silver-whip-like sword light suddenly twisted and struck. The speed and ferocity of this sudden counterattack were beyond the triangular-eyed disciple’s wildest expectations. He was caught off guard, left utterly defenseless.

Despite having meticulously planned out his offensive and defensive maneuvers, he now found that none of those plans held up against Aizen’s blazing-fast response. He had even considered ways to attack, defend, or evade if necessary. But these well-thought-out strategies proved entirely useless in the face of such blinding speed.

It is often said that even the best of plans cannot keep pace with sudden changes. This principle holds especially true in Sorcery arts. Among all Sorcery techniques, speed reigns supreme. There is no limit to speed. Just when one believes their blade is the swiftest, there is always someone whose blade moves even faster.

At that precise moment, the triangular-eyed disciple finally experienced what true speed meant. Aizen’s silver-whip-like sword light struck his thrusting sword with the power of a roaring mountain torrent. The tremendous force traveled through the blade, directly impacting the attacker’s wrist and entire body. The web of his hand split open, blood splattering from the wound, and the dagger flew from his hand, spinning into the air as he stumbled backward.

The triangular-eyed disciple had, of course, anticipated that Aizen might counter, but he never could have imagined such explosive force. This was not mere brute strength but an overwhelming and terrifying internal power. His face turned ghostly pale as he quickly realized the overwhelming gap in strength.

His heart raced with fear, and he thought of retreating immediately. However, retreating was easier said than done. Aizen had already positioned himself for a rapid follow-up, and his movements were lightning-fast.

Aizen’s Bladesmanship was not known for speed but more about techniques . The "Decapitation Blade Technique" was famous for its brute force, ruthlessness, and cunning unpredictability. But Aizen’s advantage lay in how he executed his moves. He always used the most efficient and effective ways to kill, like a seasoned assassin whose strikes were honed for maximum impact. His strong internal power made his attack speed faster than most opponents could react to.

Right after his Blade strike, Aizen moved to unleash a palm attack, and this time, he struck even faster. He could have taken a more straightforward approach, perhaps using a single, efficient blow to the back of the neck to end the triangular-eyed disciple’s life before the opponent could defend. Aizen had the speed and the ability, and his opponent’s defensive dagger, poised to intercept, was as defenseless as an exposed flank.

But Aizen had another goal in mind. He wanted to test the power of his "Frost Ice Divine Palm." After all, any Sorcery artist who had recently mastered a powerful technique would be eager to put it to the test in real combat. Aizen was no exception; he had a practical and even somewhat egotistical desire to showcase his new abilities.

With the force of a mountain and the surge of an ocean, Aizen’s palm descended. It carried a sinister and chilling power that made even the bravest hearts tremble. The impact created a deep, resonant "thud," a sound that sent shivers through the air. Aizen’s fierce palm landed directly on the triangular-eyed attacker’s back, which was now fully exposed due to his lunging attack.

The triangular-eyed disciple had bent low, aiming his sword at Aizen’s groin, which left his back open to attack. His other dagger had been held in a defensive position, ready to intercept any incoming strike to his exposed back. Yet, despite these careful preparations, the triangular-eyed disciple found himself entirely unable to resist Aizen’s overwhelming and efficient offensive.

The moment Aizen’s palm struck the attacker’s back, a sinister, icy force erupted from his palm. This power was formed from Aizen’s immense internal energy, transformed into a deadly cold essence. The triangular-eyed disciple tried to muster his own internal energy to counter it, but compared to Aizen’s overwhelming strength, his energy was like a candle flame against a brilliant full moon.

A crisp "crack" echoed as Aizen’s palm shattered the triangular-eyed disciple’s spine. The icy energy pierced through his body, causing the disciple to cough up blood mixed with fragments of his internal organs. The blood splattered onto the ground and instantly froze, sending up a mist of cold air that shimmered with frost.

Witnessing this brutal scene, the horse-faced disciple who had been observing from a short distance was terrified. His eyes widened in horror, and he wasted no time in retreating toward the mountain path. He knew that if he could reach the mountain path, he would enter the protective range of the outer sect’s formation. Only disciples with outer Clan status or higher could freely enter, while ordinary black-clad disciples would face suppression.

The horse-faced disciple believed that Aizen would not dare to pursue him and risk facing the formation’s power. But in reality, he had overestimated his chances. Aizen was always meticulous about leaving no loose ends. He had already anticipated this reaction and had hurled a sword to block the path.

Aizen had always valued decisiveness. Leaving no escape routes for his enemies was a principle he adhered to, having honed this habit through countless battles. As soon as he killed the triangular-eyed disciple, he had already predicted that the horse-faced disciple would try to flee. Without even thinking twice, he threw his Blade toward the mountain road, cutting off any possible escape.

The horse-faced disciple turned to run, only to find himself charging directly into the path of Aizen’s incoming sword. It was as if Aizen had foreseen the exact moment and direction of his retreat. The sharp whistle of the Blade pierced the air, and the horse-faced disciple twisted desperately, straining his waist to avoid being impaled. But this evasive move cost him dearly, robbing him of the momentum needed to continue his escape.

The air seemed to freeze, and a fierce wind began to rise. A powerful adversary was upon him, and there was nowhere left to run.