Reincarnated as a Genius Mage-Chapter 51: Exterminating Serpents

"And if I am, kid?"

It’s fifty against one. Hmm, how should I go about it? First of.. wait. I got just the right idea.

A bold smirk widens on my lips, "then you’ll have to come with me. The mercenary guild needs your head."

"Pffft, hahahahaha! You guys hear that?" He turns to look at all his men, they’re all laughing and pointing fingers at me. "He said he’ll take my head!" His laughter, it’s like he can’t control it.

"It’s funny.. until it’s not funny." I mutter. I don’t think he heard me. But I don’t care.

As his laughter dwindles, he flings his wrists with immense speed, "someone bring that kid to me. Keep him alive too. Our informants in the guild are all dead. We need to know how, and why the guild actually pinned a task against us." He says. His tone’s stern as he walks back upstairs slowly, and steadily.

And then five men— they jump from upstairs, landing on the ground with a loud thud.

"Where do you think you’re going?" I ask him, my voice low and filled with writhing spite. I outstretch my palm,

Wong!

And immediately, a red sigil forms on it.

He halts. Turning his neck toward my direction.. I can’t see his blindfolded eyes. But I can see that the wide smirk on his lips is no more. "Ho? So.. you’re a third circle? To cast without chanting.." He says, his confident tone slightly reduces. "Well, it doesn’t matter whether a shrimp like you is a third circle or not. There are fifty of us."

The smirk under my mask widens, and my eyes gleam with untamed ferocity as the number of men advancing slowly toward me increases. They all form a circle around me. I think they’re about 15 now.

And from the sigil on my palm, I summon a fireball— shooting it immediately toward the direction of their captain.

And in that instance. The sword hanging on the sheath of his waist— he draws it— and it moves with a blurry speed that I’ve never seen before— slicing the fireball in half. The fireball dissolves— dissipating in the air like it was never there. "Smooth." He says.

My eyes narrow, taking in the view of his grin as he walks up the stairs and rests his arms on the rails— waiting to see how I’d fall.

Shwaa!

Before the men can come any closer— I surround myself with a raging fire that towers above me— threatening to consume whoever touches it.

"What the hell?!" One shouts in frustration.

"Is this how a flame mage fights! How cowardly, hiding behind flames!"

Cowardly? Before death there’s no brave man, or a cowardly man. There’s only a dead man. And the one who dies is the one who loses. I won’t lose.

I stretch my hand toward the fire and out— grabbing the closest one my hand could reach, and I drag him inside.

"Hiek! W–wha— you coward!"

Before he could finish speaking— I slam my knuckle on his throat, causing him to choke.

I fold my fist, and I drop low— a crouch. Then I slam my fist under his jaw. His eyes roll white. And his limp body falls to the ground.

"Hey! You masked mage! Come out you coward !"

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The heat of the flames— they don’t faze me at all. I have grown accustomed to it.

And immediately— I jump out of the enclosed circle of flames, my eyes scanning the men waiting for me outside. I grab one without any hesitation, and drag him with me as I jump back into the fire.. but I don’t even need to hit him. He already passed out.

This strategy isn’t as effective as I thought it’ll be. It drains too much energy. Let me just face them.

I walk out of the fire. And immediately I step out of the encircling of raging flames, it dissolves behind me— leaving the two unconscious men smouldering on the ground.

"Come at me."

Like they had been waiting for me to say that— they all rush toward me, their swords held high; ready to cleave me.

But I crouch, and I hold this wrist of the first one and twist it, dragging him closer to me. His sword falls to the ground, and I wrap my fist with fire— colliding it with his face. He passes out immediately, and I throw him.

Another one advances— his legs are quick on the ground. He lifts his sword with both hands, and brings it down hard, vertically— aiming to split me in two. But I side step— the blade misses me by an inch as it cuts the air beside my ear before slamming into the wooden floor, leaving a small dent.

But he doesn’t relent as he raises it up again— above his head. And I leap— my two legs high in the air, and my left leg presses on the hilt— stopping him from swinging down, while I twirl— connecting my right leg with his cheek, and his head slams on the ground as he collapses immediately.

Okay, that’s enough.

I rush toward the next one— grabbing him by his waist and raising him up— and I throw him at the other one that was rushing toward me.

Three lunge toward me from behind.

Wong!

A sigil hovers above my two palms, and I turn— facing my palms toward them, and three consecutive fireballs hurl toward each of them. The fireballs are larger than normal— as big as a football.

Tsss

I dissolve the floating sigils, and form another one from a different spell formula— fire rope.

And the fire rope forms— thick with flames. I swing it round me, and it repels and burns about 10 of them, sending them flying and crashing on the furnitures.

I’ll burn this whole building down.

Immediately— my eyes light with a luminous red hue— permeating through the slits of my mask.

And I make up my mind.

Why didn’t I think of this earlier? It’s a wooden house. And wood is a good fuel for...

Flames coat my entire right hand— forming a flame-like blade that reminds of Richardson. And my other hand— I raise it up, my palm pointing toward the ceiling.

The remaining men rushing toward me— I melt their blades with my flame blade— rendering their weapons useless. And from my hand pointing the ceiling— flame pours out, raging and flickering with purpose.

"Wait! What are you doing shrimp?!" The captain yells at the top of his voice as he jumps down from upstairs. Landing on the ground and then running toward me to stop me.

From the ceiling down to every corner of the building— flames are eating the woods.

"The flames are beautiful, don’t you think so too, Captain?" I ask him, my voice’s low, and calm. And my eyes peer into his blindfold.

And as the whole house burns, only he and I stand. We’re the only conscious ones left. I’ve defeated them all.

The smell of burning wood— it fills my nose. And my grin grows wider and wider as the captain unsheathes his sword.

Shing!

"Forgive me. I was wrong, you’re not a shrimp. I am Raiden Lerand. Would you tell me your name, ferocious third circle mage?"

I blink. The fatigue burning through my chest. "I am Blank."

And he lunges toward me.

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