Transmigration To Magus World-Chapter 65: The Massacre

"Clang!"

The narrow blade at the guard’s waist was swiftly drawn. His eyes burned with fury as he moved forward to strike, but his body swayed, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

Aizen’s form swayed like a fragile willow bending in the wind, deftly evading the three-person encirclement. No trace of his previous timid and fearful demeanor remained.

"Die!"

The old driver roared in fury, abandoning his focus on defending against Aizen to counterattack against . In an instant, his weapon appeared: a flexible sword that whipped forward like a venomous snake, aiming at Blackhearted Hand With a sword light that extended four feet.

The air trembled under the sheer force of the sword’s energy, producing a piercing sound as the room filled with a chilling flash of sword light. Blackhearted Hand’s face turned pale as he rapidly retreated, launching several hidden projectiles in response.

"Clink, clink, clink!"

Each of the projectiles was deflected.

The sword light shot forward, already reaching Blackhearted Hand, yet, at that crucial moment, it abruptly halted.

"Scoundrel!"

The old driver bellowed. Aizen had already moved to attack from behind, his cold sword aiming for the old driver’s back. Even if the driver managed to kill Blackhearted Hand, he would certainly die from Aizen’s powerful strike.

Flashes of sword light filled the air as they clashed. In an instant, Aizen and the driver exchanged more than a dozen strikes.

Blackhearted Hand’s face turned ashen as he narrowly escaped death, his heart still pounding with both fear and a surge of malicious determination. His eyes locked onto the two guards who were preparing to attack, and he gave a sinister smile as he twisted his wrist, sending two white projectiles shooting toward them.

The projectiles moved too fast for the guards to dodge.

One guard slashed at one of the projectiles, while the other guard reached out to block the second.

Unexpectedly, as the projectile touched his hand, it shattered, releasing a large cloud of gray powder that engulfed their faces.

"Despicable!"

The two guards shouted in anger, their faces now covered in a white powder that resembled the appearance of the White-Haired Reaper. It turned out to be nothing more than a cheap trick using lime powder.

"Thud!"

At this moment, Aizen and the old driver clashed again in close combat, their fingers and palms colliding.

Aizen employed his "Three-Point Finger" technique, with a strike powerful enough to break jade and split gold.

In the moment their attacks met, Aizen’s body shook violently, and he staggered backward, his steps unsteady.

The old driver’s hand also suffered intense pain, numbness spreading across his calloused palm.

A bloody mark appeared near his Heart acupoint, causing him to tremble as his strength weakened and his heart felt a stifling heaviness.

The Heart acupoint is connected to the heart, so a strike to this point can disrupt the heartbeat and, in severe cases, lead to death.

"What powerful inner strength."

Aizen’s eyes were icy, and he felt the strain in the bones and tendons of his fingers. After that strike, his strength was temporarily diminished.

The opponent’s inner strength was indeed powerful, surpassing his by about thirty percent. His formidable finger strike had ultimately forced him to retreat.

However, his Three-Point Finger technique, combined with the fierce Frost Fist, had inflicted substantial damage on his opponent.

Finger techniques naturally counter palm techniques, and in that moment, as the old driver’s palm moved toward him, Aizen’s instincts led him to switch his strike to a finger attack.

In that instant, both men’s moves changed so rapidly that the driver’s attempt to convert his palm into a claw and grab Aizen’s wrist was too slow, resulting in him taking a serious hit.

"Attack! What are you all waiting for? Attack him!"

Marco stumbled as he tried to escape from the tavern, calling for his servants to hold off Aizen.

Meanwhile, Blackhearted Hand had managed to entangle the two guards.

Despite their strength, the guards had already been affected by the odorless muscle-relaxing powder.

With each exertion of strength, the poison spread faster, and they were now blinded by lime powder. Reduced to clawless tigers, they were no longer a threat.

The old driver was also losing strength, relying solely on his robust inner energy to hold on. Injured again, he struggled, but Aizen showed no mercy, seizing the opportunity to press forward with lethal strikes, employing his "Head-Cleaving Sword Technique" to attack.

The driver was barely able to fend off Aizen’s relentless attacks, his moves growing sloppier. If not for his strong inner energy, Aizen would have ended him with a Frost Palm long ago.

Now, he was forced to wear down this stubborn old man bit by bit.

Screams filled the room as the servants who attempted to rush in were quickly killed or seriously wounded by Blackhearted Hand’s poisonous projectiles, proving little more than a minor distraction.

Meanwhile, Marco, helped by his female attendants, fled toward the stables. The young master was truly a coward, more interested in saving his own life than aiding his comrades.

Aizen remained focused, knowing that killing Marco would be easy, but he couldn’t allow the old driver to escape.

If the driver managed to purge the poison from his body, dealing with him would only become more difficult. The old driver, loyal to the end, was willing to give his life to buy time for Marco’s escape, fighting Aizen with a death-defying resolve.

Another scream echoed as Blackhearted Hand was caught off guard and took a punch to the shoulder from one of the unarmed guards, shattering his entire shoulder.

It became apparent that the guard practiced an iron ring technique, with large iron rings concealed under his sleeves.

As he threw the punch, the rings collided, generating a force powerful enough to cripple Blackhearted Hand’s arm.

The situation shifted again.

Aizen’s gaze sharpened, and he swiftly adjusted his sword technique. The four-foot-long sword light gleamed like a silver snake, aiming directly at the old driver’s chest.

But the driver didn’t dodge, thrusting his flexible sword toward Aizen’s vital points.

At that moment, Aizen’s sword technique transformed, changing from a strike to a rapid spinning maneuver.

With a harsh, piercing sound, the flexible sword was deflected by Aizen’s move.

He lunged forward with a finger strike, executing the technique called "Life-or-Death Strike."

The old driver, undeterred by the threat to his own life, delivered a palm strike at Aizen, ignoring the incoming finger attack.

"Thud!"

Aizen’s finger punctured the driver’s throat, and the force shattered his neck, sending a stream of blood spurting like an arrow.

At the same instant, the driver’s palm connected with Aizen’s shoulder instead of his chest due to Aizen’s quick sidestep.

Though powerful, Aizen’s inner energy absorbed most of the force, allowing him to neutralize the deadly blow and stagger back, finally dispelling the remaining impact of the strike.

His left shoulder was now completely numb, though thankfully the bones were intact despite damage to his muscles and tendons.

"Die."

The guard with the saber charged in, his eyes still smarting from the lime powder but relying on his hearing to pinpoint Aizen’s location.

He swung his saber toward Aizen’s head.

Aizen’s eyes glinted coldly.

In a flash of sword light, before the saber could reach him, Aizen’s Blade pierced the guard’s open mouth, unleashing a deadly burst of energy that exploded out the back of his head.

The guard fell, lifeless.

Aizen wasted no time and turned to pursue Marco, who had managed to mount a horse and was desperately trying to escape.

Desperate to save himself, Marco had killed the other horses in advance, leaving only one for his escape.

But his plan was futile.

While horses were faster over long distances, Aizen’s short-burst speed was unmatched.

In just a few breaths, Aizen leaped forward, quickly catching up.

Seeing Aizen closing in, Marco hurled a series of hidden weapons at him.

Aizen sneered, swinging his sword to deflect the projectiles, which clattered harmlessly to the ground.

Then, he delivered a powerful kick to Marco’s back, sending him flying off the horse.