Transmigration To Magus World-Chapter 55: Dangerous Situation

"Puff!"

The sword flashed, and a spray of blood shot into the air. One man had already fallen.

But at that moment, Kean’s eyes sharpened, and he let out a fierce shout, bringing his blade down in a slashing arc!

The blade’s strike stirred a violent wind, filled with a fierce, dominating momentum and power.

A blade aura more than three feet long hummed as it descended.

Aizen’s pupils contracted. This person had incredible inner strength and a truly domineering blade.

He had just landed and had not yet steadied himself, and the timing of this strike was perfect, leaving no room for countering it head-on.

He couldn’t face it with brute force!

Aizen’s feet pushed off the ground, propelling him backward. The stout monk with the crocodile-jaw scissor and the one-eared man closed in from both sides.

The slash barely missed Aizen, but the razor-sharp blade aura was dangerously close.

Aizen flicked his forearm, and his long sword swept out like a dragon’s tail.

"Clang!"

The sound of metal colliding rang out, loud and sharp. Though it was merely blade aura, it carried immense power, scattering bamboo leaves into a frenzied whirlwind.

Aizen’s expression tensed, and his sword arm trembled violently, numb from the impact.

The crocodile-jaw scissor clamped toward his waist with a harsh "snap, snap" sound.

On the other side, a long sword thrust at his left ribs, while Kean surged forward from the front, his short blade flowing like water, aiming for Aizen’s vital points.

The blade techniques were sharp and overwhelmingly aggressive.

Kean’s inner strength was extraordinarily powerful. Though not as vast as Aizen’s, it was at least seventy percent of Aizen’s, posing a serious threat.

With the three attackers working together in perfect coordination, Aizen found himself hard-pressed just to defend, let alone counterattack.

Had he not taken a dangerous gamble earlier to kill one opponent, the pressure now would have been even greater.

Aizen’s movement technique kept him just barely ahead of their attacks, evading with difficulty until he found himself back at the veranda. Kean’s blade style wasn’t just forceful; it was also treacherous, sticking to him relentlessly, closing in on his throat with every slash.

The name "Ghost Blade" truly lived up to its reputation.

"Heh heh, you damned brat, is that all you’ve got? Is this the best you can do?"

The one-eared man taunted, his words as venomous as his sword, hoping to infuriate Aizen and disrupt his concentration.

But Aizen remained unperturbed. As another blade came dangerously close, the sharp aura was only three inches from his throat.

His eyes grew colder, and instead of retreating, he advanced. This was his third attempt at a counterattack after being forced back twice. With a surge of immense inner strength flowing into his sword, the blade aura erupted, nearly four feet long.

The incoming slash at his throat was forcefully deflected, and Kean’s arm trembled as if he had struck a mountain.

"Clang!"

Sparks flew as the sword and blade clashed, like serpents of fire.

"Such powerful inner strength!"

Kean’s face showed shock. The upward strike had knocked his short blade away, forcing him back three steps.

He hadn’t expected that Aizen had been conserving his strength all along and could unleash such potent inner power only now.

He had planned to corner Aizen, cutting him down with relentless slashes, but now he was the one forced to retreat.

"Fall back!"

Kean shouted urgently when he saw Aizen immediately dash toward the one-eared man.

The one-eared man, terrified by the four-foot blade aura from earlier, instinctively backpedaled, thinking Aizen had truly been enraged and was coming for his life.

Aizen advanced, and the terrified man retreated, while Kean and the stout monk roared and charged after Aizen.

The one-eared man, seeing Aizen’s fierce sword aura closing in, knew he could no longer escape and prepared to fight desperately.

But Aizen sneered, abruptly changing the direction of his sword and sweeping it around.

"Whoosh!"

The silver light danced like moonlight, a whip-like arc of sword aura exploding outward. The four-foot blade aura swept across, cold and radiant.

Kean’s pupils contracted, and his heart raced as he flipped his short blade defensively, retreating rapidly.

The stout monk with the crocodile-jaw scissor reacted a fraction too late. His weapon had only half-opened, and he was still charging forward.

"Clang!"

The powerful impact struck the scissor, sending sparks flying and knocking the strange weapon from the monk’s hands.

Aizen’s figure blurred as he moved. The stout monk knew he was in trouble, but it was too late.

A shadow flickered before him, and a tremendous force slammed into his left chest.

"Bang!"

An icy power erupted, and the monk’s face flushed red before turning deathly pale. Blood spurted from his mouth, and he was sent flying.

"Die!"

Kean’s face twisted in rage, and he launched a near-sneak attack from Aizen’s left.

"Whoosh!"

The short blade stabbed forward, faster than the sword, and Aizen barely dodged.

"Whoosh, whoosh!"

Two soft sounds came as something grazed Aizen’s face, leaving a painful, stinging sensation and a numbing spread across his skin.

Poison.

Aizen’s eyes turned cold, and despite the numbness spreading over half his face, he forced himself to close in on Kean.

Kean’s blade strikes were wild and overwhelming, but Aizen countered with quick, precise thrusts of his sword.

"Clang, clang, clang, clang!"

Each sword strike was stronger and faster than the last, a battle of skill and raw inner strength. The blades trembled with each impact, as if a butcher were clashing with a desperate victim.

Kean felt his arms go numb, and he could barely hold onto his short blade. Aizen’s face was bleeding, the blood tinged with black, showing that the poison was already spreading. His inner strength kept it at bay, but his eyes grew colder.

Even though he was extremely cautious, battle was unpredictable, and no one could guarantee what would happen in the next moment.

One can never truly know the extent of someone else’s hidden cards.

The fact that the hidden weapons were coated in poison was something Aizen hadn’t anticipated.

Failing to avoid the poisoned weapons had also caught him off guard. He was human, not a god.

From behind came the sound of a blade cutting through the air. The one-eared man was now charging at him, sword in hand.

Aizen felt his head growing dizzy.

This was a dire situation.

But Kean was now on the defensive, barely able to counter, which gave Aizen a rare opportunity. If he could force an opening, he could use the Three Element Divine Finger to heavily wound his opponent.

However, the twenty-third-ranked Gold List warrior was indeed formidable, defending with a watertight blade technique that even Aizen’s full-force attacks couldn’t break.

Taking a deep breath, Aizen sensed the sharp sword edge closing in from behind. He regretted having to retreat, but just then—

Two sharp gusts of wind suddenly whooshed through the air.

Kean’s face changed, while Aizen’s eyes widened, a fierce gleam flashing within.

"Bang, bang!"

Kean split the incoming projectiles with a swing of his blade, but doing so disrupted his defense, leaving him wide open.

Aizen seized the moment, shooting forward like an arrow, his sword thrusting straight at Kean’s chest.

He was fast, but the sword was faster.

No matter how sharp a sword, one should never aim for a lethal strike without absolute certainty.

One who controls another’s fate might also find themselves controlled.

Kean’s pupils shrank, and his heart raced. With a roar, his face turned crimson, and his blade swung down, extending into a five-foot arc of blade aura.

"Clang!"

The Curtana Sword flew from Aizen’s hand, his grip torn open and bleeding, but he was already close to Kean.

Three Element Discolited Finger—Ten Thousand Urgencies!