Transmigration To Magus World-Chapter 49: A Blade Demonstrates Strength

Those who have attempted to challenge the mountain have always been confident in their abilities. They all understand the consequences of failure, yet they still choose to try, which shows their confidence, right? However, nine out of ten challengers end up dead. They often have some sort of encounter or opportunity and believe that since they have reached the peak of the black-clad disciples and are on the verge of becoming an outer Clan member, why not make a bold move and enter the ranks of the top one hundred disciples of the Golden List?

Ambitious people are often blinded by their own strength. They try and end up battered and bruised. In the eyes of many, Aizen is just another person about to crash and burn.

The challenge has been issued. The battle could start at any moment. The key lies in who makes the first move and who will be forced to defend. Krul approaches with a fragrant breeze, the cool and desolate autumn wind pulling at her blood-red cloak, making it rustle loudly. She wears a gentle smile, but her jade-like hand grips a cold hook-shaped blade resembling a crescent moon.

The moment she lightly descended the mountain, Aizen had already assessed that this woman’s movement technique was indeed extraordinary. Her steps were light, landing silently on the ground, seemingly slow yet full of explosive power. The cold hook in her hand, occasionally hidden by her cloak, was equally lethal. The arc of the hook and the sharpness of the blade made it easy to imagine the beautiful but tragic outcome if it lightly brushed someone’s neck.

This woman is indeed formidable. Aizen had already gathered intelligence about her before coming, but knowing and experiencing first hand are two different things. Yet no matter how powerful she is, she is still just one person. Without a significant backer, she became Aizen’s chosen target. The other two, Walter and Aden, have strong connections within the Western Court, backed by formidable inner Clan figures. Only Krul, whose backing is merely an outer Clan disciple—albeit a skilled one ranked twenty-seventh on the Golden List—was less intimidating. Despite being powerful, her support is not on par with Walter or Aden’s.

"Sister Krul!"

"Sister Krul is even more beautiful today."

"Sister Krul looks radiant."

As Krul walked down the mountain path, disciples nearby, though standing far apart, moved even further back, their flattery flowing like waves. Someone who can make it onto the Golden List in the outer Clan, and as a woman no less, is far from as kind as she appears. Most around her feared her as if she were a venomous serpent.

Aizen did not speak much. As Krul descended the path, he unsheathed his sword and began to walk forward slowly. His steps were not fast, but with each step, his aura grew increasingly restrained. He appeared calm and collected, his heart rate steady, his emotions in check. He was entirely prepared for battle, exuding a chilling calmness necessary for a killer.

This shift did not go unnoticed. Goro, Vincent, Walter, Aden, and others with a discerning eye all focused intently. They sensed a cold, lethal threat emanating from Aizen, as if a sharp blade were pressed against their necks.

Krul’s graceful steps came to a sudden halt. Her smile grew more enchanting, but her pupils contracted, and a chilling gleam appeared in her eyes. "Have you thought it through? Once the battle starts, blades and swords are merciless. I won’t hold back—I’ll kill you directly." Krul’s delicate jade hand lifted the cold hook, holding it in a peculiar reverse grip. She chuckled softly, narrowing her eyes in warning.

"How do you think Sister Krul will kill this boy?"

"I bet she’ll skin him piece by piece."

"Not just that. She might even cut off his manhood and soak it in wine. It wouldn’t be the first time."

"Quiet!"

Eyes gleamed with malicious glee, watching Aizen as if anticipating a show. Aizen remained silent, his footsteps unwavering, his cold lips pressed tightly together, a faint smile playing at his mouth. His eyes grew colder, more profound. He never wasted words on someone about to die. Many people lose their lives because they talk too much before killing; Aizen despised such foolishness.

Krul’s elegant eyebrows furrowed slightly. Her smile faded as she realized that her opponent remained unnervingly calm, unmoved by her words, his expression unchanged. Such opponents were terrifying, unwavering in will. This battle would be relentless, with no room for retreat. Her grip on her weapon tightened, and she ceased speaking, moving forward step by step.

Both drew closer to each other, their steps slow, like two tigers sizing each other up. They locked onto each other, seeking any flaw, waiting for the perfect moment to unleash a thunderous strike.

The distance between them shortened. Soon they were within a mere ten feet of each other, and still, Aizen did not stop. His sword remained pointed toward the ground as he continued advancing toward Krul. It was a dangerous move. Ten feet broke the defensive boundary between opponents, but Aizen seemed unconcerned. It was as if he only wanted to close in and catch a whiff of her fragrance.

Krul had long stopped moving. Her smile was gone, and every step Aizen took forward, she took one back. The two seemed to share an unspoken understanding. When one advanced, the other retreated. This confusing scene made some outer Clan disciples’ faces change color. In the third step backward, Krul’s eyes flashed with killing intent. Instead of retreating further, she shot forward like a sword, her cloak flying like a crimson cloud, hiding lethal intent. Her cold hook sliced toward Aizen’s throat.

"Whoa!" 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝐰𝚎𝕓𝐧𝚘𝘃𝗲𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝕞

The autumn wind seemed split by the crescent-like cold hook, making a muffled sound, like a sorrowful sigh. The sudden attack was swift and perfectly timed. But at that moment, Aizen’s speed exploded as well. Almost simultaneously with Krul’s advance, he burst forward even faster, thrusting his Blade with cold brilliance. Both attacked at once, but Aizen’s Blade had the advantage. A Blade is longer than a hook, and in the time Krul’s hook reached him, she would already be pierced.

"Such quick reflexes," someone whispered, thinking Aizen’s reaction was remarkably fast.

"No, it’s not that he reacted quickly. He had already planned to attack. Even if Krul had kept retreating, he would still have thrust his sword."

"Krul miscalculated. She shouldn’t have stepped back. Her retreat showed fear, and once her momentum weakened, it became hard to regain the upper hand."

The murmured discussions grew quieter. Aizen’s Blade had silenced many.