Transmigration To Magus World-Chapter 54: Better You Die Than Me

The rivers and waves of the Magus world are illusions of life, the moon shines on the sword with aspirations steadfast. A lone lamp in hand through the rainy night, drunken steps on the stars as the sun rises.

The next morning, the calm was shattered, and the storm finally arrived.

Every bamboo leaf seemed to carry a deadly aura, fiercely dancing in the strong wind, with a few dried, yellow leaves falling, bringing with them a sense of lifeless desolation.

The once serene Dark Green Pavilion, where Krul had resided, had now welcomed a group of uninvited guests. There were four of them: one ranked on the Gold List, and the other three were skilled Outer Gate disciples.

One man wielded a short blade, strapped at his waist.

Another carried a strange weapon, a crocodile-jaw scissor with bright, sharp edges that spoke of its brutality.

The last two carried swords, exuding a cold and fierce aura, their eyes filled with killing intent. One of them, a one-eared man, shouted loudly, "Aizen, you damned grandson, get your ass out here! Your grandpa’s here, come out and greet me!"

His voice was so powerful it made the bamboo leaves around rustle loudly, revealing his extraordinary inner strength.

"Squeak!"

The large bamboo door of the pavilion opened, and a figure slowly emerged from inside.

He had long black hair and thick eyebrows, his eyes deep and dark. His lips, though pressed into a cold line, curved into a faint, barely noticeable smile.

"Ha! This damned brat is obedient. We called him, and he came out so quickly."

The short, stout monk holding the crocodile-jaw scissor stepped forward. His appearance was both comical and fierce, with eyes like copper bells gleaming with malicious light as he glared at Aizen, laughing arrogantly.

No one else spoke.

Aizen also had no intention of responding.

He acted as if he hadn’t noticed the hostility in their eyes, smiling faintly as he walked down the steps as though greeting old friends.

His right hand rested less than an inch from the Curtana Sword at his waist, as if he could draw and strike at any moment. Yet, his sword would not be unsheathed so easily.

A sword that remained in its scabbard was the most intimidating, for no one could predict when it would be drawn or where it would strike. Sometimes, they couldn’t even be sure if the blade would ever leave its sheath.

Aizen was dangerous not only because of his sword. The day before, Krul had died under his domineering palm strike. Her corpse had been examined, and certain details had been analyzed.

The man with the short blade tensed slightly, his pupils narrowing as Aizen walked out of the house.

Like a venomous snake aroused by prey, his eyes never left Aizen’s form, analyzing every possible opening.

Just as Aizen’s front foot landed on the last step, the man’s hand, which was gripping his blade hilt, trembled slightly.

A skilled swordsman’s hand would never tremble; it remained steady before and after a kill. But this sudden tremor sent an unmistakable signal.

"Attack!"

The stout monk with the crocodile-jaw scissor grinned wickedly and charged forward.

"Whoosh!"

Three shadows sprang into motion simultaneously, kicking up fallen bamboo leaves that danced wildly in the air.

The killing intent was palpable.

The crocodile-jaw scissor snapped menacingly at Aizen’s waist, while two swords, one long and one short, thrust towards his eyes and heart.

The Curtana was powerful, the short sword perilous, and the crocodile-jaw scissor the most vicious.

Their sudden, coordinated attack was executed with perfect timing, their swift movements a result of training in the 2-grade Outer Gate footwork technique, Nine Steps to Catch the Cicada

In just four steps, they had closed in on Aizen.

Even a true Gold List disciple would find it hard to handle such an attack, let alone the fact that there was still the twenty-seventh ranked Ghost Blade Kean waiting for the right moment to strike from the periphery.

Bamboo leaves whirled in the air like flying knives.

The carefully orchestrated killing formation erupted.

Everyone was ready to kill, their attacks honed to perfection.

Kean gripped his blade tightly, ready to strike at any moment.

But just then, Aizen, instead of stepping down, stomped on the ground with his back foot. His entire body shot upwards like a lark soaring to the sky.

"Snap!"

The crocodile-jaw scissor clamped down on empty air.

"Whoosh!"

The sword aimed at his heart missed its mark.

Only the sword thrusting at his eyes came dangerously close, but Aizen’s hand found the Curtana Sword With a flick of the scabbard, he deflected the blade with a forceful strike.

"What a reckless move."

From a cliff not far from the bamboo grove, a low voice echoed.

The cliff overlooked Dark Green Pavilion from a diagonal 90 meters distance, a perfect spot to observe the fight from afar. Two middle-aged men stood there, watching intently.

One had a full beard, while the other sported a large belly, a round face, and small eyes. The latter frowned as he muttered in disbelief.

"Just watch. If things get dangerous..."

The bearded, burly man smiled and held two sharp pebbles between his fingers.

Aizen’s evasive maneuver had caught everyone off guard.

Most people expected him to dodge backward, to the left, or to the right. Some even thought he might counterattack head-on. But no one anticipated that he would leap upward.

It was a risky choice.

A person in midair has no leverage, making them an easy target.

Kean’s eyes lit up with a cold glint, and without hesitation, he reached for the two hidden pouches at his waist, moving like a swallow skimming the waves.

"Swish, swish, swish!"

Four flying needles shot toward the airborne Aizen in a deadly barrage.

Below him, cold blades eagerly awaited his fall, while in front, the sudden onslaught of hidden weapons loomed. 𝒇𝒓𝙚𝒆𝔀𝓮𝓫𝒏𝓸𝙫𝓮𝓵.𝓬𝙤𝙢

It seemed that Aizen was doomed, trapped in a no-win situation.

But then, a flash of cold light split the air.

It was too fast.

So fast that the sound of the sword being drawn only reached their ears after the light had already passed, growing from a faint hum to a piercing resonance.

"Shing!"

The sound of the sword leaving the scabbard echoed, but it lagged behind the swiftness of the strike.

In an instant, all four flying needles, along with a few bamboo leaves, were sliced in two by the blindingly fast sword.

Meanwhile, the attacks from below closed in.

Aizen’s cold smile did not falter. He remained calm in the face of danger, for this was the situation he had deliberately created.

The sword he drew moved like a silver whip, deflecting the hidden weapons and descending even faster in a counterattack.

In that split second, he executed three simultaneous movements, aiming his blade at the foreheads of the three attackers.

The sword radiated a deadly aura, like a serpent striking with lethal precision, faster and more poisonous than any snake.

The three attackers below felt an overwhelming sense of helplessness.

Each feared death, and each knew Aizen’s sword could only kill one of them. But the other two would certainly avenge their fallen comrade by killing Aizen.

Yet Aizen was willing to stake everything, while they were not.

None of them knew who Aizen would target, and none wanted to risk being the sacrificial victim.

Better someone else die than themselves.

For selfish disciples of demonic Clan’s, none would willingly sacrifice themselves.

Without hesitation, all three attempted to evade or block the attack.

Kean, having seen through Aizen’s ploy, roared in fury and lunged with his blade.

But Aizen had planned for this moment as well.

Since the battle began, he had known the four weren’t united. Faced with life and death, no demonic Clan disciple would stand together.

While the three attackers tried to dodge, Aizen’s Execution at the Law Court sword strike had to draw blood.

Perhaps two of them could escape, but one was destined to die.

The unfortunate one was the short-sword wielder, who tried to block Aizen’s strike.

A short sword lacked the reach and power to match Aizen’s longer, stronger, and faster blade.

Aizen’s sword pierced through, and the short-sword wielder’s fate was sealed.