The rain seemed to be getting heavier and heavier. It very rarely rained during autumn in Chaos City, let alone when it came to such a heavy, pouring rain.
This made the customers in the restaurants even more concerned as they waited for the rain to stop. They didn't want to sit around without ordering anything, so they could only order a pot of tea or some wine along with side dishes here and there. If they didn't want to brave the rain, then they had to spend some money.
This was a very pleasing sight for all of the restaurant owners. Many of these customers were on their way home from Mag's moon festival celebration, and were caught in the rain. The restaurants normally had next to no business at this time of day, but thanks to Mamy Restaurant, they were able to profit quite handsomely during what was supposed to be a dry patch.
A fat restaurant owner looked out at the rain with a joyful smile as he murmured to himself, "If only Mamy Restaurant could hold these celebrations on a more regular basis..."
Meanwhile, the notion of holding another celebration was the last thing on Mag's mind. Instead, he was appraising the six incoming assailants with a grave expression.
He could see two glimmers of light nearby, indicating that there were two magic casters preparing to cast spells. Thankfully, they were only elementary spells, which indicated that neither of them was an intermediate magic caster. This was the only silver lining for Mag in this situation. If he had to face so many enemies at once and there were intermediate magic casters among them, then he would be in an extremely dire situation.
This situation was rather similar to the incident that had taken place on a rainy night three years ago.
The 10th-tier magic casters remained further back, while the 10th-tier knights, cavalry, and demons charged toward him with all their might. Memories of that grueling battle were still imprinted deeply in Mag's mind.
His assailants on this occasion weren't great magic casters, 10th-tier knights, and 10th-tier demons, but he was also no longer the Mag Alex of the past who could slay giant dragons.
His enemies were clearly well prepared with six warriors and two long-range magic casters among their ranks. This was not a configuration that was often seen in the royal army, so they were most likely the second prince's subordinates. From the speed of their movement, Mag could determine that there were at least two 4th-tier knights among them, while the others were all at least at the 3rd-tier.
He had just recovered the strength of a 3rd-tier knight, and had perfected all of the sword forms accessible to him in the test field for the God of Cookery the night before. He was wielding the longsword that he had purchased from the system, a sword which was supposed to be the most suitable for his current power level.
Thus, he was plunged into a life-and-death situation again. If he were to be defeated again, no one would spare him this time.
Hence, he had to fight for his life.
Thankfully, the friend and comrade whom he trusted the most was fighting alongside him.
He suddenly let go of his umbrella and allowed it to clatter to the ground. At the same time, he sprang into action, shooting forth toward Narson like an arrow.
Mag still had the vast combat experience left behind by Alex in his mind, as well as countless different solutions to any perilous situations that he might encounter in battle.
Power alone was not enough to make someone the number one knight on the Norland Continent; brains were more important than brawn. Otherwise, he would have already perished back when he had been surrounded on Dragon Island. However, he forced himself to fight on through his severe injuries and slew the most powerful wicked dragons among the group, thereby dispelling his plight. None of the giant dragons dared to stop him as he left, as they didn't know whether he still had the power to kill them as well.
This group of eight assassins was very powerful. At the very least, it was a formidable force for him to deal with in his current state. Furthermore, two of them were 3rd-tier magic casters who had been given an opportunity to accumulate power in order to unleash their most powerful spells. It would not be a simple matter for Mag to defend himself against 3rd-tier spells.
As such, he had to employ blitzkrieg tactics and kill their leader first. This was a tactic that was applicable whenever one was attacked by multiple assailants.
Narson looked at the oncoming Mag, and his heart thumped wildly in his chest. The hint of fear in his eyes gradually turned into madness as his sword-wielding hand trembled. However, he was trembling from excitement rather than nerves.
Alex was clearly no longer the man he'd once been. Otherwise, he would only have to slash his sword at Narson from afar to put an end to his life. However, he had been reduced to such a state that he had to initiate an attack against Narson.
He was the supremely proud number one knight on the Norland Continent, but he was initiating an attack against Narson, and from the speed that he displayed, it appeared that his power level was only comparable to that of a 2nd-tier knight.
Narson didn't know how he had managed to recover from his injuries, which had been deemed impossible to recover from, but if this was the current extent of Alex's power, then it wouldn't be anywhere near enough. Narson had been a 4th-tier knight for close to 10 years. He held a crushing advantage over Alex in speed, power, and soul power, so how could he possibly not win?
A slightly insane smile appeared on Narson's face as he drew his longsword and stabbed it through the air directly toward Mags' heart. He could already envision Alex perishing by his sword. After that, news of his death would spread like wildfire throughout the entire Norland Continent. As a result, he would become the general of the Black Falcons, and truly become a prominent figure in the Roth Empire.
The other five Black Falcons were still converging toward Mag, while the two magic casters had finished preparing their spells, and were ready to cast them at any moment.
At the same time, Mag and Narson were about to clash.
Narson's sword was pure black, and the entire blade had been smeared with lethal poison. If the sword were to pierce Mag's heart, even a healer wouldn't be able to save him.
Meanwhile, Mag's sword was still in his scabbard. All of a sudden, he abruptly accelerated and drew his sword in one smooth motion.
Narson's eyes immediately widened as the golden light shimmered on his black longsword from the injection of his soul power. This was his most powerful sword strike, and he had slain many 4th-tier opponents with it in the past.
However, his heart was plunged into a glacial pit as Mag flicked his longsword upward in a seemingly casual motion.
The sword strike appeared to be rather light and lacking in power, but it was so fast that Narson was almost unable to even trace its trajectory with his eyes, let alone react to it.
This was definitely not a sword strike that a 2nd-tier knight could unleash. Its speed exceeded what was possible even for a 4th-tier knight.
This meant that he had intentionally hidden his true power!
Narson's heart sank, but his expression became even more insane as he injected all of his power and soul power into his sword. Even if Alex had hidden his true power, he most likely hadn't reached the 4th-tier yet. Otherwise, he wouldn't have to resort to such tactics.
Alex was invincible among beings of the same tier; that was a well-known fact.
A flash of silver light appeared on Mag's longsword. The light was very faint, and could easily be missed unless one was focusing on it.
"Ding!"
The two longswords finally clashed.
The golden longsword was cut off down the middle, and its tip fell to the ground...