The Bored Immortal

"All of you can go to hell!" As Ayana shouted, she made two slashing motions with her twin daggers in the air towards these six men, including Laynar.

Two crescent-shaped arcs of cursed flames spread out in the direction of the men who were standing around her.

They were taken by surprise and could only use their arms to defend instinctively but in vain as their arms got sliced and burned through like butter before getting blasted off by a few meters backward.

Laynar quickly lifted his finger as a sharp ethereal projection appeared on his fingertip, and he used that to slice the crescent-shaped arc of the cursed flames into two, making Ayana click her tongue in frustration, though she didn't really expect to kill someone like him within one shot with her abilities.

He was, after all, the son of the first chief, and surely he wouldn't be known to be powerful in the clan for no reason.

"Aaargh!!" But the groans and cries of the five men who were already writhing on the ground with no hands were like music to Ayana since all she has to do now is focus on either fighting off Laynar or making an opportunity to run away and report everything to her Master.

However, Laynar was shocked to see Ayana take down all five of his men with just two moves. He didn't expect her to have grown this strong within just a few years.

Viktor also raised his brows seeing that Ayana took down five men just like that. He felt that this girl was undoubtedly going to have a bright future here.

"Hey, who are you?!"

Viktor suddenly heard a voice coming from behind and had already noticed someone approaching him but was waiting for him to get closer.

He could hear the other guy subtly drawing out his blade from behind his belt and knew this guy was going to kill him since he was seeing something he wasn't supposed to see.

However, Viktor smirked as he slowly turned around and looked at his eyes to ask, "Tell me...what do you see in my eyes?"

The man who had already drawn his blade out completely suddenly had his expression frozen when he saw a pair of mystical blue eyes staring at him. These eyes seemed beautiful yet fatal at the same time. But his focus was on the ethereal image of the head of a frightening wolf, its eyes glowing with the same color as the man, which only seemed even deadlier.

As if his soul was being devoured by this ethereal image, he kept staring at it, unable to shake his gaze off from it no matter how much he wanted to.

He could feel his soul getting heavier and heavier till it felt like it was going to get crushed as he unconsciously replied to Viktor's question, "D-Death…"

"Good boy. It's the right answer," Viktor smirked as suddenly silver claws extended from his fingernails and slashed the petrified man's throat.

The man didn't even make any sound other than choking on his own blood before collapsing on the ground.

Viktor turned his head around right after and didn't pay any more attention to the man whose mind had already got crippled and was about to die within a few seconds.

He was feeling a bit of dizziness and slight fatigue as usual after using Mind Break. He knew it was overkill to use it on the man lying on the ground, but he wanted to see if these wizards and witches would be susceptible to it.

Since whenever he was having his werewolf bloodline taking dominance, any kind of magical flames could be harmful to him. So his Mind Break ability would come in handy at those times.

"You are quite the expert, aren't you? Getting trained by Nyissa personally is indeed more beneficial than I expected," Laynar said with a cold smirk as he took out a saber, its blade glinting under the moonlight.

He wasn't really sad to have five of his men lose to Ayana like that since he was confident of defeating her alone.

"You vulgar poor excuse of a man. How dare you address my Master by her name. She is our Young Mistress, and I will make sure everybody gets to know what kind of rotten man the son of the first chief is," Ayana said as her daggers became ablaze with cursed flames.

Laynar's expression only became even more excited as he licked the blade of his saber and said, "So will you when you are pressed under me in bed, hahaha."

"Not if I kill you first," Ayana said with a glowering expression as her eyes were continuously twitching in anger. She couldn't wait to stab this bastard to death, even if that meant she might face problems from the first chief.

"Hahaha," Laynar laughed as if he heard the funniest joke in his life and said, "I am a Master Mage while you are a Witch Apprentice at best, the strongest if I am to flatter you. Still, do you really think you can pressure me, let alone kill me?"

Ayana's expression became taut since she knew this as well and the main cause for her anxiousness. But she couldn't just give up and decided to buy time, at least as she said, "No matter how much you brag about being strong, you are as weak as a little finger to someone like Viktor. He is 1000 times more of a man than you. No wonder my Master chose him."

Ayana said in a spiteful tone to provoke Laynar, and it indeed worked as Laynar's expression suddenly became ugly hearing the name of the person he hated the most and wanted to kill now.

'Oh, this girl indeed has a good opinion of me. Haa...yet another pretty flower got charmed by me. Such a hard life,' Viktor, who heard her words from afar, inwardly sighed.

"Enough! I am going to kill him after I am done with you," Laynar said with a dark expression as he charged towards her with his saber.