Dark Magus Returns

At the end of his hand, Raze held onto the head of another warrior, his body shrinking in front of him, until he had become nothing. Letting go, he dropped him onto the floor.

“That deals with all of them then,” Raze said as he looked at the entire room.

There had to be around thirty or more who had come to attack him in the main reception. His commotion had caused quite a bit of noise, and since he was in the clan’s base, they had a large number of members.

On the ground, every single warrior had been absorbed using his extraction technique. He could feel their Qi being added to his, swirling around in his body.

‘I used my Qi to fight more than my magic with these guys because the extraction technique, when used, restores and adds to my own Qi,’ Raze concluded. ‘Using it allows me to keep on fighting with next to no trouble at all, and I might need to save my mana because I’m worried.’

Right now, Raze had decided rather than going left or right, he would head up one of the two winding staircases that led to the second floor.

He walked past all of those he had defeated. ‘Everyone I’ve fought against so far, not a single one of them had posed any trouble. Were Feebie and the middle-class warriors at the summoning ceremony the only strong ones in the clan? I refuse to believe that.’

Raze had reached the second floor, and there was a large hallway that led to the back of the room. The hallway itself was decorated with a number of vases and paintings on the wall with more doors to the left and right.

As he walked down, he didn’t bother opening any of the doors; he just continued to head forward.

‘I refuse to believe that one of the top clans only has this much strength. They must be somewhere, and my gut is telling me they’re behind this door.’

Reaching the end of the hallway, Raze was now staring at a semi-oval large double white door. The outside of the door itself had golden inlays. Out of all the doors he had seen in the base so far, this one by far looked the most luxurious, which was why he was sure he had hit a jackpot.

—— After Anna had successfully unlocked the red door to the underground cell, Harbour rushed forward. For too long had the others done the work that he wished to do.

As he reached the bottom of the stairs, there were more members of the Lethal Bite Clan. One he quickly shifted with a foot technique and then grabbed him by his chest.

He slammed him against the wall, knocking him out in an instant, and as for the other, Harbour had quickly spun his body and hit one of the men’s heads with the back of his fist.

It had caused the man’s head to go flying, crashing into the bars, killing him almost instantly.

Going back to the first person he had injured, he lifted his foot and stomped down, making sure there would be no signs of life.

“These people, they are helping Niang. I have no mercy for them,” Harbour said.

The holding cells were small, it was only one large cell room because they would only stay here for a few days at most while waiting for trial, so it didn’t take them long to find the people they were looking for.

Anna went straight to one of the doors and lifted the metal bars, flinging them to the side. All of them entered and could see three people sitting on the ground.

“Sir Harbour!” Ivor shouted out.

Bargo looked up at them, wincing in pain, with bandages covering his right side.

“There is no longer the need for you to call me sir. You have to explain what happened?” Harbour asked.

“It was a trap!” Ivor shouted instantly. “We came here from the barracks to make the report as we had been asked to directly. When we entered, we were told to wait in a room, and then, Sir Niang had entered.

“He started to interrogate us, we reported everything as he did to you, and then he imprisoned us here. Bargo tried to fight back, and this is the result.”

“Are you saying Niang did this!” Harbour was a bit shocked.

The wound looked like a fairly bad one, but it wasn’t just that. Bargo was from the Moon Shield Clan, a clan that focused on defensive techniques.

From what he knew, Niang wasn’t much of a fighter, he was just smart with his head, using people around him, so how could he do such a thing in the first place.

“Wasn’t there three of you?” Anna asked.

“That no-name… I don’t know how, but he managed to escape before we even reached the cells, so I have no clue where he went,” Ivor answered.

“How did you get to us? You couldn’t have possibly gone against the whole clan?” Bargo asked as he was helped up to his feet.

They were well aware that they had most likely snuck in and needed to leave quickly.

“That’s because of the young warrior named Raze. He is attacking them straight ahead and is going for Niang; he has been causing quite the mess,” Harbour answered.

Bargo thought as much, after remembering what he had done to those middle-stage warriors beforehand. As to why they were here, he had no clue.

“Wait, did you say he was attacking them straight ahead… if he’s after Niang, this could be bad,” Ivor commented. “Right now, the reason why there are so few guards is because they’re having the passing ceremony.”

Everyone looked at each other as they had no idea what that was, all apart from Harbour.

“We need to hurry quickly and head to Raze now; he’s in serious trouble!” Harbour said as they rushed up the stairs.

“Wait, what is this passing Ceremony, why is it so dangerous?” Charlotte asked.

“The Ceremony’s not dangerous; it’s just the fact that the ceremony is taking place,” Harbour answered. “It’s the selection of a new clan head. They are officially making Niang the clan head.”

“Which means, right now, all of the Elders, the top members of the Lethal Bite Clan, have all gathered in one place to congratulate Niang. The strongest people in the Lethal Bite Clan will all be in one place.”

—— At the same time, Raze had done the same as before and pushed the door open. In front of him on the ground was a gold-clothed walkway. Bright light shot in from the glass windows at the back, and on stage, he could see a few people standing.

However, inside the room, there were at least a hundred members standing on the left and right side, all who had been looking at the stage.

As soon as they heard the door, though, they had turned around to see who had just rudely interrupted such an important celebration.

“So this is where you all were,” Raze said as he raised his sword in the air and held it with both of his hands, turning his blade almost obsidian black.