The Yellow-Haired Villain in Soaring Phoenix’s Novels Also Desires Happiness

91. You should use offensive magic

The moon had long since vanished, and the sky was shrouded in thick clouds.

Mu En felt something wet fall on his face.

Is it raining?

He instinctively licked it, and his entire mouth filled with a nauseating metallic taste of rust.

Ah, right.

It’s not raining.

This isn’t water.

It’s blood.

…The blood of a woman who is about to die because of him.

Mu En’s gaze fell stiffly, landing on the woman who lay helplessly on the ground, crimson blood flowing from beneath her, her body convulsing in agony, yet unable to utter a single cry of pain.

Her already damaged vocal cords had become completely hoarse from the cries she had made moments ago.

She might have long since lost her sight, and her hearing too.

Yet she was still using all her strength to say something.

Mu En carefully observed the movement of her lips and realized she was saying:

“Run away.”

Not “Help me.”

But “Run away.”

“How… foolish.”

Mu En suddenly laughed, every bone in his body trembling, every muscle twitching:

“Clearly, we don’t even know each other’s names, yet you want me to run away?

You’re on the brink of death, yet you still give up on me, a possible lifeline, and tell me to run away?

Do you even know who I am?

I’ve shouted so loudly, haven’t you heard?

I am the son of Duke Campbell!”

I am the top student of St. Maria Academy!

I am the prized disciple of Teacher Meila!

But you want me to escape?”

Mu En raised his head, looking into the pairs of eyes that were gradually becoming bloodshot, losing their sanity in fear, turning wild, and asked with utmost seriousness:

“Isn’t it ridiculous?”

Yes!

So ridiculous!

Ridiculous to the point!

That it makes me!

Want to kill!

A pure white dagger appeared in his hand, golden patterns cutting through the deep night, forming a cold, ruthless design. Mu En’s figure, wrapped in the biting autumn wind, seemed to shift in an instant, crossing the distance from life to death.

At this moment, Lorenzo was also screaming in madness: “Quick, kill him! You must kill him! Kill him! I have a way to help you smuggle out of Beierland, or we’re completely finished!”

At this moment, the desperation and madness that Mu En had ignored was vividly displayed among this group of thugs.

They gripped their weapons tightly, fearlessly charging at the noble son high above!

Clang!

The long blade met the short dagger, sparks flying. Through the reflective blade, Mu En saw his own eyes, just as red as those of the gangsters.

Yet in this moment, Mu En felt an unparalleled calm within.

As if a lake.

But when he looked down, he found that beneath the lake…

Fire was burning!

“Die for me!”

Mu En roared.

He swung the knife fiercely.

Slash!

Blood sprayed.

The elite of the Red Fire Gang, who had first come into contact with Mu En, stared in shock at the half of the blade left in his hand, and the half of his arm remaining.

Before he could even cry out in pain, Mu En had already crashed into his embrace, driving the dagger into his chest.

The magic armor beneath his clothes flickered with azure magical patterns, but this armor, capable of withstanding military-grade magical crossbows, was instantly pierced by the short dagger!

Fighting spirit surged, entwining around the dagger, highlighting the purity of the white blade, a different kind of sanctity.

Yet within this sanctity lay absolute brutality.

If Meila were to see this scene, she would surely cheer with joy, feeling genuine admiration for her creation.

This was the true reason she forged the holy sword.

Someone like Mu’en was not suited to wield something as soft and gentle as a holy sword.

Because a true beast needs sharp claws to unleash its power!

At this moment, Mu’en seemed to possess those claws, wielding two short blades for the first time with true mastery, as if they were extensions of his arms, moving with precision.

He crushed the heart of the person before him and kicked the body aside, the two pure white short blades untouched by blood, swirling around him like a perfect circle, meeting the onslaught of more cold long swords.

For a moment, facing the attack of multiple opponents, Mu’en was surprisingly unyielding.

As his techniques melded, his dual blades became increasingly agile, even showing a trend of gradually pushing back against his attackers.

“Waste!”

Mu’en heard a furious roar.

In his peripheral vision, a figure suddenly crashed into the battlefield, its not particularly tall stature bringing him a pressure like a mountain!

Lorenzo tightened his grip on the long sword, taking a deep breath, as a strange aura seemed to swirl around him. Mu’en saw several withered yellow leaves spinning around his body, which were instantly shredded into fragments.

This is…

“Ha!”

With a furious shout, Lorenzo summoned all his fighting spirit, without any hesitation, directly unleashing his strongest blow at the peak of the second tier, combined with his magical armor.

Martial Technique: Demon Split!

The long sword fell, yet shattered under the terrifying force.

The bluestone floor before him suddenly exploded, several streams of invisible, piercing energy spreading out, as if a monstrous claw swept through, tearing everything within the area apart.

Mu’en, besieged, had no time to evade.

He could only watch helplessly as he was engulfed by that terrifying wave.

Boom!

The blue bricks exploded, the ground forming a massive chasm, dust and smoke billowing up, momentarily obscuring vision.

Within that dust, shattered limbs were tossed out, mixed with some nauseating human body parts.

To ensure his strike hit, Lorenzo didn’t even avoid his own men.

Though it seemed somewhat cruel, the result was always the most important!

Watching those limbs fall, Lorenzo couldn’t help but reveal a savage and unrestrained smile. Although it was now impossible to distinguish friend from foe, so far, no one had been able to withstand his blow head-on, so…

“Indeed, in your eyes, is a life merely something insignificant?”

From within the smoke and dust, a rich voice emerged, devoid of emotional fluctuation.

Lorenzo’s expression instantly stiffened, nearly popping his eyes out in disbelief.

How… is this possible?

A mere pampered noble son, and just a second-tier at that, how could he possibly…

As the gentle breeze by the riverbank blew, the smoke gradually spread, and that figure reappeared in his line of sight.

His expensive clothes were already tattered, reduced to mere rags draped over him. On his waist and arms, there were several gruesome wounds, even revealing bone and entrails, clearly having struck vital areas. Yet, no blood flowed from those wounds.

Instead… they burned with crimson flames!

Mu En seemed oblivious to the pain of his injuries, gently bringing together two still pure white daggers. An alchemical field formed by arcs of electricity spread out, completely isolating the smoke and debris, while also thoroughly cutting off the aura belonging to the King of Withering.

“Then…”

Mu En lifted his gaze, his eyes as calm as a lake, landing on Lorenzo, who trembled once more in fear.

“Mr. Lorenzo, are you so indifferent to your own death?” he asked softly, as if inquiring about a trivial matter.

But Lorenzo seemed to hear the whispers of a demon. His face, a mix of anger and savagery, contorted violently. He roared recklessly, issuing commands for his subordinates to charge at Mu En without hesitation.

“Quick! Charge at him!”

“Don’t be afraid, he’s just a pampered noble son, there’s nothing to fear!”

“He must have used some precious potion or magical device, but that effect has worn off. Go kill him now!”

“If you let him live, not only you, but your families will be implicated!”

“You have no way out now!”

The elites of the Crimson Fire Gang, equally gripped by fear, exchanged glances, but ultimately gritted their teeth and charged at Mu En. However, in the midst of the chaos, Lorenzo quietly retreated.

“Since that’s the case…”

Mu En coldly lowered his gaze and crouched down again—Shadow Step!

His form darted into the crowd like a phantom.

The disparity in weapons and techniques was insurmountable.

Just moments ago, being besieged had put Mu En in a stalemate.

Yet, Lorenzo’s intervention had inadvertently helped Mu En break that deadlock.

Like a tiger entering a wolf pack.

From one against many, it shifted to a brief one against two, one against three, even one against one.

With the enhancement of Shadow Step, Mu En skillfully maneuvered around the elites of the Crimson Fire Gang, keeping them in a situation reminiscent of the “Calabash Brothers saving Grandpa.”

Blood continued to splatter. The magical armor they relied on proved useless; once the magic was depleted, those armors were merely a bit sturdier. But that slight resilience was as fragile as paper in the face of the absolute sharpness bestowed by a grand sorcerer.

Mu En instinctively swung his blade, swung again, and swung once more.

Killing, killing, and killing again.

In the Black Book, the dagger combat technique had already evolved to LV10, transforming into pure black text.

Mu En did not know what this meant, but he felt his moves were more ethereal than ever.

Thus, no one could stand in his way.

“How… how is this possible? How can he be so strong?”

At this moment, watching Mu En move as if in a realm of his own, Lorenzo was no longer just wide-eyed in shock; he felt like he could rip his own eyes out in disbelief.

You tell me this is the pampered son of a duke?

Why do I feel like he’s more skilled at killing than I am?

Look at how effortlessly he strikes the vital points; you can’t achieve that without having killed hundreds!

Lorenzo began to regret it.

Perhaps he shouldn’t have let fear cloud his judgment and acted rashly to kill.

Perhaps having hostages would have given him more room to maneuver.

Perhaps it would have been better to kneel and beg for mercy.

Perhaps… but there were no perhaps.

He looked down on the strength of this duke’s son,

Just as Mu En looked down on the courage of these rats from the lower city.

Everything had already happened.

And what has happened cannot be changed, not even by the gods.

“It’s… not over yet, I still have a trump card.”

Watching his subordinates fall one by one like cut wheat, Lorenzo muttered pale-faced:

“Quick… quick, take action, I’ll pay double, no, triple!”

“Spirit of the winds from afar… Mother of slumber… Sleep spell!”

As Lorenzo’s whispers fell, Mu En heard a distant chant, which reminded him that among Lorenzo’s group, there was still a magician hiding.

That inconspicuous man was at the back, quickly chanting a spell.

Just as Mu En was thinking of dodging, the two suddenly lunged at him desperately, entangling his feet.

Thus, this spell was bound to hit.

No matter how strong you are, after taking this move from me, you’ll become a lamb ready for slaughter!

With a confident smirk on the magician’s face, the powerful negative effect spell capable of putting even sovereign-level beasts to sleep erupted into a dark green light in his hands, instantly shooting towards Mu En.

With a splat, like a droplet hitting a glass dome, the spell crashed against the outer edge of the alchemical field, and then… there was nothing more.

Silence engulfed everything.

“Ah, I almost forgot, the field has this function too.”

Mu En was momentarily taken aback, then smiled and shook his head. After killing the two beside him, he directly used Shadow Step to appear in front of the magician.

He gazed into the magician’s dazed eyes and said seriously:

“You should use an attack spell.”

He finished speaking and swung his knife, severing the wizard’s head.