The Moonlight Swordsman



The mages from the Zulivan Kingdom looked at Aizel with wide-open eyes, as if they couldn't believe what they were seeing.

It was almost impossible to believe that he had killed four Grade III mages in such a short amount of time. 

Yet the evidence lay before them, undeniable and astounding.

"T... Attack him altogether. Keep an eye on his weird tools." The mage who had given the order before shouted.

"Yeah, that's more like it," Aizel replied.

In a formidable surge, all 23 mages charged at Aizel from every direction, converging on him in a unified assault.

Aizel's hands shivered a little, and a rush of excitement made goosebumps pop up all over his body.

He felt a rush of adrenaline mixed with fear as he prepared to take on such a powerful group of foes.

"BRING IT ON....."

The blades and chains in Aizel's hands ignited with fiery brilliance as he skillfully wielded them in a mesmerizing, circular motion. 

With a strong pull, he slammed the blades down hard on the ground, causing a blazing explosion that exploded with blinding force, sending waves of fire cascading outward, engulfing the surroundings in a fiery dance.

As the fiery explosion started to subside, three resilient mages emerged unscathed, their mastery of fire magic evident as flames danced around them like living beings. 

Aizel, however, was undeterred and rushed at them head-on. 

Sekki quickly changed into two deadly double-edged swords, ready to help Aizel in the battle.

In the midst of the blazing inferno, a fierce symphony of clashes resounded as Aizel engaged the trio, their weapons meeting in a flurry of strikes. 

The mages continued to press their advantage by relentlessly attacking Aizel, but the latter was able to avoid and parry their attacks with pinpoint accuracy. 

One of the mages, in a desperate move, expelled a searing fireball from his mouth, aiming for Aizel's face, but he narrowly avoided its scorching path.

*Vrooom*

Aizel felt an intense surge of power as Irfrit's presence empowered him.

The armor's previously dormant crevices now glowed with a vivid blue glow, and Aizel's roar resonated with raw power.

In a moment of unleashed fury, his mouth became a conduit for blue flames that engulfed the mage who had spat the fireball, leaving him charred black in an instant. 

Aizel shifted her weight with pinpoint accuracy, and the raging river of blue flames was now directed at the two surviving mages.

In a flash, they, too, were consumed by the blazing rage, their identities lost in the blinding brightness and heat. 

[58 Down, 21 remaining from Zulivan]

"IRFRIT STOP NOW!! You will eat my mental energy like this."

*PSSSS*

In the middle of his success, a flurry of arrows came out of nowhere, hurtling toward Aizel with deadly precision.

He moved with incredible speed, attempting to dodge and parry the incoming arrows, but one of them, seemingly guided by an unseen force, found its mark. 

The arrow pierced through his thighs, penetrating both flesh and armor, causing a sharp pain to surge through his body. 

Aizel, in the middle of the turmoil, immediately released several small containers, which, upon impact, burst open, generating a dense cloud of crimson and black smoke.  I think you should take a look at

The smoke quickly enveloped the area, concealing his movements and making it difficult for the attackers to sense him within its murky depths.

In the midst of the swirling smoke, Aizel skillfully hurled small vial flasks containing electric bugs in every direction.

As the mages desperately and blindly struck, the volatile combination of spells from different elements fought with the smoke, hoping to capture a glimpse of Aizel.

Some even braved the smoke, empowering themselves with mana.

The two mages accidentally stepped on the vial flask holding the electric bug. They were instantly stunned by a surge of lightning and caught in a small but deadly electrical net. 

Before they could do anything, their heads were quickly hacked off from their bodies, and in a matter of seconds, they fell to the ground dead. 

[60 down, 19 remaining from Zulivan]

As if commanded by an unseen force, a powerful hurricane materialized and swiftly dispersed the dense smoke, revealing Aizel standing amidst the chaos.

With lightning speed, he suddenly sprinted with remarkable agility toward the vast expanse of the ocean.

Lightning running through their bodies, the three mages were able to match Aizel's incredible speed as they chased him to the ocean's edge. 

Unfazed by the vast stretch of water before him, Aizel harnessed the power of mana to enhance his feet, allowing him to run atop the ocean's surface like a mythical figure. 

Confidently, he came to a stop and turned to face the approaching mages, waiting for them patiently as if daring them to challenge his fearsome prowess.

As the trio continued their pursuit, confusion, and determination etched on their faces, an unexpected twist unfolded. 

Out of the ocean's depths, three massive water arms erupted, ensnaring them in a watery grasp before they could react. 

But as soon as the arms showed, a deadly precision hit, and the three mages felt a hole in their heads and lost their vision, forever departing from the world of Xelgar.

[63 down, 16 remaining]

"You are kidding me...

"First Fire, then lightning, and now water...

"A TRIPLE CORE...

With careful steps on the surface of the water, the remaining mages moved closer to the scene.

Their eyes were fixed on Aizel, disbelief evident in their expressions as they struggled to comprehend the fact that this young mage possessed not one, but three cores.

"Don't worry, I will take care of the water element, you guys can go all out," One of the women shouted.

Aizel scanned the group of sixteen mages surrounding him. His gaze then drifted towards the distance, where two other mages sat on a boulder, observing the unfolding events with keen interest.

Those fuckers still haven't moved yet."

[It seems they want you to get tired after fighting everyone]

... "

As Aizel's eyes continued to wander, they were drawn to a cliff where a huge figure stood tall. 

The being had three heads, each with four sharp canine teeth protruding from both the upper and lower jaws. Its four arms were crossed, observing the unfolding scene with an intense and penetrating gaze.

"Well, we even have a big boss now,"