My Muscle System in the Mage World

"Damn it," Lionel cursed helplessly.

Who would have expected that this panda-masked bastard would forcefully elevate a tier one artefact into a tier two, even at the risk of injuries and complete drain, just to kill a single individual?

But these moves made his heart calm. This man should basically have used all the strength in his body, and being hit by the combined three tier two spells, he should be seriously injured by now.

Unlike their expectations, reality seemed to play a joke on them. Aur stood up from the dust, looking at the three calmly.

"Impossible," the three, who were calm, were immediately agitated.

What did sacrificing a lethal artefact mean? Not to mention that most tier two they knew, including them, didn\'t even have the capability to increase the tier of the artefact forcefully.

Even if people could do so, everything in their body would be drained from the consequences of these

But the burly man in front of them was mostly fine.

Except for the gnashing wound on his back from the tier two spell and the torn martial attire he was wearing, there was not a single trace of exhaustion in his movement.

Their worldview was twisting.

"I will come for you," Aur replied in a simple tone. He himself was quite satisfied with the speed of his recovery.

It was not like his blood and Qi would never be exhausted, and after that saber attack, more than eighty percent of it has been exhausted. If he fully exhausted all his blood and Qi, Aur would become like a dried old person.

But to his astonishment, Aur was rapidly recovering at an inhumane speed. In this short time, he had already recovered at least twenty percent of his blood and Qi.

When Aur sensed the cause of his regeneration, he found it was simply because of the golden blood.

The effect of this golden blood caused his blood and Qi to rapidly recover, and the other injuries to heal quicker as well, even faintly stronger than their previous state.

These thoughts flashed in his head in just a matter of a few breaths as he looked at the three of them again.

The tide of the battle had changed now. With only three tier two wizards, they could at most hold down Aur, and killing him would be basically impossible.

"There\'s no way you are a rogue wizard. Who are you?" Lionel asked, still in disbelief when he saw the astonishing recovery of Aur.

It was simply impossible for a rogue wizard to have tier two spells.

If one tier two spell could be attributed to luck or skill, then having top-tier attacking, defence, speed, and regeneration spells—counting them, there were at least four tier two spells already shown—was beyond belief.

What was even more frightening was that Aur\'s eyes hadn\'t shined with any pattern.

As someone who had seen the world, he knew what these indicated: the spell must be the top grade of tier two to achieve this.

"I am your death reaper," Aur\'s cold voice fell as his figure blurred again.

Lionel looked at this with despair and shouted, "Run!"

His figure blurred as he ran north, cancelling the barrier they had set up with the artefact.

The two were also quick to think and react, immediately running in different directions.

With the three of them, it was nigh impossible for them to establish that circle. If they stayed there any longer, they would only exhaust themselves to death against this man slowly dying a miserable death.

"We must inform the second master. He is the only tier three wizard in the caravan. If he takes action, then no matter how strange this man is, he will die without any suprises," Lionel thought with some grievance.

Aur watched the three fleeing figures, as he had expected.

"How could I let them get away so easily?" Aur looked at his mental space where blue mana had already gathered.

In the battle, he had taken mana recovery potions he had refined.

These could greatly help him maintain his guise as a wizard.

Aur knew it was basically impossible to keep all these people here; it was just a matter of how many he could kill and contain.

His eyes began to shine with a purple hue, the strange pattern of space reflecting within them.

In a blink, Aur traversed the fabric of space itself, appearing before one of the fleeing figures in an instant. It was Lionel, the man who had taken on the role of captain in their group.

The ground quaked beneath Aur\'s feet as he unleashed a thunderous punch, aimed directly at Lionel. Stay updated via mvl

With a desperate effort, Lionel conjured a defensive spell to shield himself from the devastating blow.

"Why have you come for me?" Lionel\'s voice trembled with bitterness and fear as he defended Aur\'s relentless punches.

"Because you acted like their leader," Aur replied, delivering another punch at the transparent earth wall erected around Lionel.

He had already recovered eighty percent of his strength by this time, so it didn\'t affect the power of Aur\'s attack.

With a relentless barrage of punches, the earth wall eventually shattered, and the final blow claimed Lionel\'s life.

In his final moments, Lionel\'s face twisted with a mixture of regret and defiance.

Though he fought with every ounce of strength he possessed, unfortunately, no matter how unwilling he was, he couldn\'t change reality.

Aur\'s gaze focused on the distance, where the two had already vanished from his sight, filled with regret.

"Sigh, if only I could kill them..." His gaze turned calculative as he slowly retrieved a vial containing a murky liquid - the mana recovery potion.

Aur uncorked the vial and downed its contents in a single gulp. Immediately, a honey-like taste flooded his tongue, causing him to click his tongue.