Supreme Magus novel Chapter 1313

Chapter 1313 - Hidden Threat (Part 1)

The stalemate lasted until a new group of guards arrived and the one-eyed thug moved the blade away from the hostage’s throat and pushed the old man forward before plunging the knife in his back.

A corpse would only put them on the high-priority wanted list whereas injuring him would force the guards to waste time with first aid and delay the pursuit.

"I’ll take that as a no." Lith Blinked the hostage to safety the moment the thug was far enough to not be affected by the spell as well and make it pointless.

Then, Lith released his middle finger in a flick that generated an air bullet so dense and so fast that it struck at the one-eyed man’s sternum with the violence of a roundhouse kick.

The thug flew back against his accomplices, sending them sprawling on the ground as all of his ribs either cracked or broke, turning every breath he took into agony.

A thin man with dirty blonde hair dodged the living bullet and threw a hail of icicles at Lith, who only needed a wave of his left hand to send them against another thug.

His mastery over water magic allowed Lith to manipulate the frozen spikes so that the ice immediately spread inside the wound without spilling a single drop of blood.

’This is no different from the fight at the Hot Pot. Defeating them is the easy part whereas not letting Aran be traumatized is the hard part.’ Lith thought while taking another step forward and encasing the stabbed thug in a prison of ice that only left his mouth exposed.

Lith had yet to cast a conventional spell, using solely the vortexes inside the different parts of his body to cast tier zero spells. First, he had used the vortex in his right hand, then the one in the left, and that in his left foot for last.

"Don’t look away, Aran." Lith took another step, making the man who had thrown the icicles sink neck-deep into the now suddenly muddy ground. Then, Lith turned the mud back into stone, leaving his prey trapped.

"I’m going to show you that magic isn’t about streaks, race, or gender. Magic is only about power and how you wield it." Lith kept his left hand on Aran’s leg to both hold and reassure him while he activated the Full Guard spell imbued in the Scalewalker armor.

A blue aura surrounded him, allowing Lith to perceive everything in the space around him without leaving blind spots.

With the enemy too close for comfort, the last man standing unsheathed a longsword and lunged at Lith’s head in one fluid movement that he had practiced countless times over the years.

Lith grabbed its tip with three fingers as if it was a fly, twisting and pulling the blade out of its master’s hand. In the attempt to not lose his weapon, the thug instinctively jumped forward, landing on Lith’s right cross.

The fist crushed his nose while the healing spell it was imbued with healed the thug so quickly that he realized what had happened only when he found himself with his back on the ground, looking at the blue sky.

His nose now looked like a red button with nostrils too thin to breathe, forcing him to use the mouth to survive. Panic and pain sent the thug into hyperventilation, making him faint.

The leader of the group, Iskha, a man even taller than Lith with long black hair and savage blue eyes, finally managed to get up after throwing away his agonizing comrade as if it was just a rag doll.

Lith looked at the bandit leader’s eyes becoming bloodshot with fury as Iskha charged forward like a mad bull.