Transmigration To Magus World-Chapter 76: Prey and Hunter

Listening to the whispered discussions of the passing merchants, Aizen took small sips of his wine.

The names Frost Dragon Sword and Ryven—he was, of course, familiar with them. They were likely among the individuals he might encounter shortly.

However, he hoped neither of them would appear; otherwise, his mission might fail. Anyone ranked on the "People" list of the Magus’s Heaven, Earth, and Human rankings, even if they were among the lower seventies, would be no weaker than Elder Mustang. A confrontation would not be easy.

This mission was truly a headache.

The wine in his flask was nearly half-finished, yet the person he was waiting for had still not shown up.

Waiting was a test of both temperament and patience.

No one liked waiting.

Aizen wasn’t sure if Simon and the others had missions similar to his.

He didn’t even know where they had gone.

But he did know that one place would not remain peaceful in the coming days—the tavern near where he had killed Marco Crowley.

That place was now occupied by Harold and a group of young members of prominent families.

The Seven Sword Schools weren’t exactly harmonious. Harold wasn’t likely to allow the other six sects’ disciples to mingle freely in the city while he remained outside, serving as a live target to draw the Demon clan’s attention.

He wasn’t that noble. Righteous sect disciples weren’t necessarily noble at all.

They would undoubtedly have other plans in place.

But none of that had anything to do with him. Aizen only felt that something seemed amiss.

Why hadn’t the two people Viggo mentioned shown up yet?

Had the situation changed?

Or was Viggo using him as bait to lure someone out?

Aizen’s heart began to sink.

If he really was being used as bait, his situation could become extremely dangerous.

It was quite possible...

Before he could think further, two figures entered the scene.

Indeed, two people.

They walked in openly and without hesitation.

One wore a cloud-patterned brocade robe and carried a heavy sword on his back, while the other was dressed in a black warrior’s outfit, holding a light sword.

The one with the heavy sword had a square face and thick eyebrows. The one with the light sword had a long face and thick lips.

As they entered, the atmosphere in the woods seemed to cool, as if their stern expressions had lowered the temperature.

The previously lively conversations abruptly stopped. Some of the merchants shifted their positions, and several Sorcery Artists displayed guarded expressions.

Leaning against a tree, Aizen tightened his grip on the wine flask the moment these two appeared.

It truly was as Viggo had said—two people would show up. Their identities were unmistakable to him.

There was no need for careful observation; the pair hadn’t even bothered to disguise themselves. They had boldly appeared, unmasked.

Aizen recognized them at once.

The Seven Sword Schools’ arriving disciples had all had their appearances drawn in portraits, which he had seen.

The one with the heavy sword was Georgie, a disciple of the Skyforge Sword Clan.

The one with the light sword was Nero, a disciple of the Dark Moon Sword Clan.

Why had these two arrived here together?

Should he act now?

Aizen’s eyes showed a trace of caution and dread as he, like the other Magus Artists, shrank back slightly.

However, he was soon taken aback. After entering the forest, the two began scanning the crowd like wolves, seemingly searching for someone.

Was this the mission Viggo had assigned him?

It was evident now that the two already knew some inside information. Could it be that Viggo had intentionally leaked information to lure them here to kill him?

Or did Viggo hold him in such high regard, believing he could take down one of them and escape easily, completing the mission single-handedly?

What a joke!

"Ha!"

"Ha!" 𝐟𝚛𝕖𝚎𝕨𝗲𝐛𝚗𝐨𝐯𝐞𝕝.𝐜𝗼𝗺

"Whoosh!"

In that instant, all three moved simultaneously. Their first strikes were their deadliest.

Georgie and Nero had evidently already identified Aizen. Their deliberate act of observing everyone as if searching was merely a pretense, giving them an opportunity to close in on him.

But Aizen was never one to sit idly by and wait for death.

Even if he hadn’t realized that the two knew his identity, he would seize any opportunity to strike first.

Now, taking the initiative seemed theoretically more dangerous.

It was unlikely that he could severely wound either of them in one blow.

But the issue wasn’t about probabilities; it was about seizing the moment.

If you could truly grasp the moment, even a one-in-ten chance could become an advantage.

Aizen had always been adept at seizing opportunities.

His sudden attack came just a fraction of a second ahead of Nero and Nero.

His strike was utterly fierce and ruthless— Break Jade, Split Gold!* hadi technique

The move was so sharp that the air itself shrieked under its force. His black-gloved finger, like the tip of a razor-sharp sword, pierced through the air.

Nero’s expression shifted.

He had barely unsheathed his sword, with no time to form a proper stance, when Aizen’s attack was already upon him.

This sudden onslaught was so swift that it caught him completely off guard.

He was forced to swing his sword horizontally to defend himself, abruptly shifting from an offensive stance to a desperate defense.

"Buzz!"

A heavy sword, as wide as an adult’s palm, descended from above, slashing directly across the trajectory of Aizen’s attack on Nero.

This strike was powerful and weighty. Aizen would have to retreat.

Otherwise, even if he managed to block it, his attack would turn into a defense. Once Nero recovered and teamed up with Georgie to counterattack, Aizen would fall into a complete disadvantage, and the slight edge he had just gained would vanish instantly.

But even retreating was only marginally better than defending—it was still a futile struggle.

A dilemma?

Not for Aizen. To him, attacking now was the best defense, even better than retreating.

The heavy sword was formidable, but with his Black Fiend Gloves, he feared no blade, even barehanded.

His thrust toward Nero remained unaltered, but against the heavy sword’s sudden slash, his palm flipped.

Boom!

An explosive burst of inner strength surged from his body.

Leaves on the ground were sent flying, the very air seemed to implode, and a powerful wave of force gathered into his palm, deflecting the strike.

Mystic Ice Divine Palm’s second form—Heavenly King Holds the Tower!

Aizen’s eyes blazed with fury as he bellowed.

With a loud metallic clang, his finger struck Nero’s horizontally blocking sword.

Pure, potent energy surged from his fingertip, and a radiant glow nearly four feet long exploded outward. The Black Fiend Gloves instantly hardens like steel.

The sword in Nero’s hand trembled under the impact. Then, with a sharp snap, it shattered into two pieces.

The mocking smile on Nero’s face froze. He couldn’t believe that his mid-tier Eighth-Grade Rising Moon Sword had been broken with just a single finger strike.

At the same time, Aizen’s palm had intercepted Georgie’s descending heavy sword.

A thunderous metallic crash resounded, sparks flew, and the ground trembled violently.

The air seemed to carry a faint smell of gunpowder, yet an eerie chill spread in all directions at that moment.

Georgie’s square face twisted into a stunned expression.

The cold smile he wore a moment ago turned rigid as he realized the heavy sword in his hand felt like a block of ice, radiating chilling energy.

A poisonous, unmatched inner force traveled through the sword and into his palm.

"Die!"

Aizen’s eyes glowed with a frosty intensity.

After snapping Nero’s sword, his momentum was undiminished, his speed even more terrifying—like a flash of light.

The Three Primal Divine Finger Technique’s—Ten Thousand Flames in a Rush!

Nero was horrified.

But this was no time for shock. In a flash, his left hand shot out like a venomous snake from under his ribs, aiming a punch directly at Aizen’s lightning-quick, deadly finger strike.