Taking the Mafia to the Magic World

Swooish!

A mana sword sliced through the air at high speed, following the finger movements of one of the Mages facing Viscount Symons, slashing at his vital points.

The Viscount initially dodged the movements of the mana sword, which was the tool-like magical form of the enemy attacking him.

However, when he was also attacked by a type of green mana snake, a beast-like magical form of another of his enemies, he found himself in a situation where he couldn't simply dodge his opponent's attacks.

"Tsk! This is just a game for me!" He shouted as he bared his teeth arrogantly and used one of his forearms to defend against the sword that tried to pierce him.

When the blade and arm touched, the part of the Viscount's armor couldn't take it and broke, exposing his skin to the blade made of mana, which was as solid as weapons made by blacksmiths.

Clang!

"Cough!"

When the collision occurred, the enemy user of this Magic Form coughed up blood as he felt his sword collide with something tough and resistant.

The Viscount felt a small cut on his left forearm, but the pain was like a pinch to him.

He laughed and jumped at the mana serpent, stomping it so hard that the Mage behind it almost lost consciousness.

Tool-type and beast-type magical forms had their advantages and disadvantages. Every type of magic form had its strengths and weaknesses. The major disadvantage of the two forms that the Viscount had just attacked was that if they were damaged or even destroyed, it would result in severe wear and tear on the magician behind them.

In a way, one's magical form was like a part of one's soul. If such a part was damaged or even destroyed, the consequences could range from reversible to irreversible!

The worst of all was death!

Knowing he didn't need to hit the bodies of these two, the Viscount acted against their magical forms while he saw two other opponents preparing their attacks.

"Now it's your turn!" He said as the other two men coughed up blood or paled from what they had just experienced as they collided with or were attacked by Viscount Symons.

"That bastard has an impressive body!" The man behind the sword, the least injured, said as he tried to control his magical form to pursue his opponent again.

"But is his mind as strong as his body?" One of the others asked as he held his two hands together in a strange seal in front of his face.

That ability could really affect someone with the Viscount's kind of power!

Seeing the third opponent still standing at the edge, preparing for a powerful mental attack, the Symons family leader moved against him.

"Not so fast, you bastard! Go attack your mother's mind!" He ran toward the man, while the sword chased him almost as fast as he ran.

"Die!" Arriving in front of the man, the Viscount leaped into the air, spun his body, and prepared to kick his opponent in the head to send the fool to the next world in one fell swoop.

Pow!

His kick was so fast and powerful that an intense wind-wave formed as he moved, making a sudden noise as the man concentrated on his mental power.

Before the man could be hit by Viscount Symons' right foot, the fourth Low-level Mage, who was still standing, appeared in front of his ally.

As this individual appeared in the middle of the Viscount's path, a semi-transparent, glowing golden mana shield materialized in front of him.

When it was complete, this shield had some figures around it, with the outline of a mammoth and even ivory tusks curving in front of it.

Shortly after it formed, one of the Viscount's feet collided with it, a collision that lasted about a second as the Low-level Mage holding it turned pale, and blood began to flow from his nose and mouth.

Crack!

In the next second, the shield cracked in half as the Viscount's foot continued its path until it hit the chest of the man, who was already on the verge of falling due to the injuries to his magical form.

"Aaaagh!"

He let out only a short scream before being thrown against the wall of one of the houses on the street, already unconscious from the pressure on his chest that had instantly broken several of his ribs.

The Viscount's kick was still strong enough to throw the man against a wall, destroying part of the building until such a man fell into a nearby house.

"Aaaagh!" A woman in maid's clothing screamed as she saw a badly injured Low-level Mage fall into the house where she worked.

Ignoring the two, the Viscount turned his attention to the magician trying to attack him mentally.

However, the fallen enemy in the nearby house had managed to buy time for his ally!

"Mental Disorientation: Level 3!"

This Low-level Mage attacked the Viscount with the power of his three pentagrams, using his special form of magic capable of disorienting opponents.

The Viscount was about to punch the man in the face when he suddenly felt dizzy as if he had become drunk, his vision somewhat blurred, and all his senses somehow scrambled.

"Wretch..." He said, but his voice was slurred, swallowing letters and speaking very slowly.

The Low-level Mage smiled, but he didn't try to attack the Viscount's body. Instead, he kept his magical form activated as he moved away from the enemy.

"Quick, take care of him!" He said to the last men still able to fight.

The man with the sword let his weapon fly towards the Viscount's heart. At the same time, the other two used their magical forms to try to injure the enemy seriously.

They could try to take the Viscount's spatial ring and run away. But that would never work, and they knew it.

Why? Simply because that mental ability only worked as long as its user was using his magical form and within a certain range.

If he stopped using his powers and tried to escape, the Viscount would leave his current state.

As much as the Viscount's current state would leave him with a severe headache and unable to use 100% of his powers for some time, it wouldn't be enough to stop him from chasing after these people and killing them.

That's why they didn't try to rob the Viscount when they first had the chance. They preferred to use all of their attack power to at least seriously wound the enemy before robbing him and fleeing!

"Blazing Furnace!"

"Stone Palm!"

The two remaining men attacked with their magical forms, trying to burn the body and break the Viscount's bones!

Amid this, this man was shaking with rage at the bastard who had put him in this state of disorientation!