Tron hadn''t even finished checking his status yet when he felt something. His eyes suddenly narrowed as he gazed at his surroundings.


    Unknowingly, the forest had be silent. Not even a single voice was present at the scene.


    Tron''s face slowly became serious. He lifted his head and stared at the hazy sky. He could vaguely see a few lights shing as if there were some sort of subtle fluctuation within the air.


    He suddenlyughed coldly.


    "Setting up a Matrix like this is truly amazing. I wonder why you would do such a thing."


    Tron was met with silence.


    For a minute, it was as though he was just talking to himself.


    "Hmph! Rat that only knows how to hide. It''s extremely shameful for a Matrix-Weaver to hide shamelessly."


    He was once again met with silence. Just as Tron was about to think that he might have been too paranoid, a faint ripple echoed.


    "You are Tron?"


    A faint voice finally came from in front. Tron lifted his head suddenly and saw a figure with an umbre gradually appeared within his vision.


    "How would you like to die?"


    Under the drizzle, Tron''s body tensed up. His eyes were firmly fixed in front. From that ce, a figure that was holding an umbre gradually appeared. It was a slightly skinny man with a feminine face. His thin lips were like des and carried a chilling sense.


    Tron stared at this unfamiliar feminine man, yet he felt a dangerous feeling fill his heart. His eyes narrowed as he said: "You shouldn''t be a student right? Why are you finding me?"


    "Ohoho, I am, indeed, not a student. However, someone paid a considerable price in order for me to take action." The feminine man gently smiled and softly turned his umbre within his hand. He put his thin lips together as he said: "You can call me Mazel."


    "Mazel? The Rain man Assasin, Mazel?!" Tron''s eyes narrowed. This name was prominent within the city. A famous assassin for hire. He should be a Tri-circle Mage. However, he holds another identity that others are fearful of.


    He was a Rank 1 Arcane Matrix-Weaver.


    The Arcane Matrix-Weaver was a highly regarded profession. This is because many forces require the help of the Arcane Matrix-Weaver. Whether it was creating a defensive battle Matrix or an offensive battle Matrix, or even maybe a Matrix that is beneficial to cultivation, these would require Arcane Matrix-Weavers. Therefore, a high rank Arcane Matrix-Weaver was considered extremely desirable.


    Moreover, the Arcane Matrix-Weavers, who had achieved a certain degree of level in Matrix, would be able to instantly arrange a Matrix and use the might of the Matrix to alter reality.


    A Rank 1 Arcane Matrix-Weaver was extremely frightening if they were in a Matrix. They would not be inferior to a Quad-circle powerhouse.


    "Although you are a student of Dark Bane Academy, I never expected you to know my title." Mazel smiled and said. His voice was extremely feminine, just like a woman. However, he was genuinely a man. This contrast made others feel highly ufortable.


    "If you dare attack in the territory of the Academy , you would havemitted a taboo. If they were to know this, you probably would not have a good ending." Tron''s eyes shed while he spoke.


    "This is why I worked hard to arrange a ''Reality Altering Matrix''. Nobody on the outside will know about the events that happened here." Mazel pointed at the empty street as he spoke.


    "So you should just let me kill you without struggle. Wouldn''t it be best if you died peacefully?"


    Tron''s eyes turned cold. The cells within his body quietly surged. Although he was caught under Mazel''s Matrix, he was not the type of person who would easilypromise with others.


    "You truly aren''t obedient after all. "


    Mazel smiled and flicked his finger. The rain within the sky suddenly began to gather and a dense arcane energy fluctuation emitted quietly out from it.


    "You are quite fortunate to be able to personally experience my "Arcane Rain Matrix"."


    Mazel''s sleeves waved and the rain within the sky suddenly poured down. It was like a torrent of des as it enveloped Tron.


    When Tron saw such an amazing offensive, he was a little surprised. The Arcane Matrix-Weaver was definitely powerful. This offense would be quite difficult even for a Tri-circle Magus to handle.


    Tron hurriedly retreated and grabbed Megaton from behind him and shed. His de transformed into multiple de lights, shing outwards like a manic.


    The shes merged and the de seemed to form a thin ck light screen, which protected his body behind it.


    Bang Bang Bang!


    The steady stream of rainnded on the ck light screen and the shing de screen instantly began to tremble. Ripples quickly spread out from it and it was obvious that it was quite unstable.


    After all, Tron was still short of bing a Twin-circle Magus. It was extremely difficult for Tron to resist the power of the Matrix activated by Mazel.


    "I can''t let this drag on, I must break this Matrix. Otherwise I might actually die!"


    Tron stared at the rapidly copsing ck shield and an idea quickly shed through his mind. With his current strength, he was not a match for Mazel in a direct confrontation. His only way out was to break the Matrix. Once the Matrix was destroyed, it was like snapping a tooth off a tiger for Mazel.


    The threat would be greatly reduced and he would not dare to attack within the Northern Spiritual City after losing the Matrix''s cover.


    However, how would it be easy to break a Rank 1 Arcane Matrix-Weaver''s arranged Matrix?


    Tron took a deep breath. He gradually calmed down during this dangerous and critical moment as his eyes shimmered. Mazel was only a Rank 1 Arcane Matrix-Weaver. With this level of strength, it was obvious that he could not control the Matrix with just his mind. In other words, he would require the help of an arcane object in order to cooperate and control the Matrix.


    This magical object was the weakness of the Arcane Matrix-Weaver. They must put it at a ce where they could easily protect it.


    Tron''s eye quietly swept through Mazel''s body. After a moment, he focused at the umbre that Mazel was holding…


    His strength was far inferior to Mazel. Moreover, Mazel was controlling a Matrix. The fortunate thing was that Mazel also knew this point, so he would underestimate him. This would soon be Tron''s best chance.


    "Kacha!"


    The shing de was suddenly overwhelmed and slowed down. The rain shed through his face and body, leaving trails of blood.


    However, Tron''s eyes narrowed like a predator. He stomped on the ground as the rain sshed and a massive shockwave sted behind him as he faded into a streak of dark line and charged straight towards Mazel like a cheetah.


    "What incredible speed." Mazel saw this and let out a faint smile. He immediately waved his hand and the rain condensed together. It actually formed a de of rain as it stabbed violently towards Tron.


    Tron roared as he leapt high in the air. His body spinning rapidly as he used the moment to sh his de at the rain de.


    "BOOM!"


    Blood immediately spilled out from Tron''s lips and his left arm directly dislocated as he was sent flying backwards as though been hit by a moving train.


    Hended in the ground, creating a five meters hole in it as dust cloud covered the skies.


    [Singrity Magus (100%) —> Twin-circle Magus (0.1%)]


    "BOOM!"


    Tron charged out from the dust cloud like a bullet. His speed so fast the wind shrieked as Sonic booms exploded behind him as he tire through a air barrier.


    Mach-1 speed!


    "Pretty good skill."


    Mazelplimented him as he watched. However, he didn''t wait for Tron to approach him and began to attack more viciously with even more speed as he got serious. His hands swept through the air and numerous des of rain were formed. All of them drew a tricky arc as they enveloped Tron''s vital areas.


    Tron dodged agilely, but a de still managed to sweep through his chest, arms and body. It tore apart his clothes and left a trail of blood. Fresh blood immediately surged out from that location.


    However, he did not care about the fresh blood on his chest. He charged forward a few steps and finally approached Mazel. When thetter noticed this, he narrowed his eyes and said in his feminine voice:


    "You actually know that you should charge directly at the owner of the Matrix. Boy, you really have a keen eyesight. However, although the idea was correct, you still overestimate your own strength and underestimated the gap between the two of us."


    Mazel faintly smiled and gripped his hand. The rain began to converge before him and directly formed a massive twenty meters long liquid-like Water Tiger.


    Tron clenched his hands into fists and a crimson light flowed out. He did not hesitate as he punched fiercely towards Mazel.