30 Years After Reincarnating, It Turns Out This World Was A Rofan?! novel Chapter 172

The warrior’s spear techniques were ever-changing.

Whoosh!

At times, it struck like the talons of a raptor, seizing prey in an instant.

Crack!

At others, it tore into enemies like the fangs of a wild beast.

Swish!

And yet, suddenly, it would coil and whip around like a serpent.

Though it bore the name of a spear, his weapon functioned as a sword, a whip, a shield, and even a blade.

It was a level of mastery that seemed almost unnatural—so much so that it wouldn’t be an exaggeration to call him unrivaled in spear techniques.

The King of All Weapons.

The debate over whether the sword or the spear was the greatest weapon still raged, but in this moment, the spear undoubtedly claimed supremacy.

However, this supremacy was possible only because this man wielded the spear.

A knight with the potential to master all weapons had chosen to pour his entire talent into the spear and nothing else.

He could rightfully introduce himself as the Divine Spear.

Crackle!

But the warrior’s prowess wasn’t limited to spear techniques.

His innate killing intent, transformed into Red Qi, possessed a sharpness that could tear flesh upon contact and destructive power capable of shattering stone.

He was strong.

Overwhelmingly so.

The mages of the Magic Tower, who had experienced this firsthand, no longer dared to look down on the red-haired warrior.

Instead, they regarded him as the greatest threat of all.

Yet, just then, another man approached, pushing aside the fearsome warrior.

A knight who had turned twelve Bronze Giants into scrap metal.

That knight...

“You’re good at fighting, but you clearly don’t know how to deal with spellcasters. You’re being way too inefficient.”

Suddenly offered unsolicited advice.

The warrior’s face twisted into a scowl so obvious that even the mages could recognize his displeasure.

“...Anyone can talk big.”

“That’s true.”

“You’re admitting it that easily?”

“Because it’s true.”

“......”

Anyone could run their mouth.

But this brute of a knight acknowledged it without hesitation.

“I don’t usually share my know-how, but I’ll make an exception this time.”

“?”

“Just stay back and watch. You won’t find a better teacher than me.”

“...?”

—It took Raq de Duron less than three minutes to understand what Ihan meant.

Because in that short span of time, Ihan had already slit the throat of a High Mage. freёwebnovel.com

He proved, without a doubt, that he was an expert in mage hunting.

The mages of the Magic Tower began to flee.

They were prideful and had their research materials stored within the Tower, but that didn’t mean they valued those things more than their lives.

Against ordinary enemies, they might have stood their ground, but the intruders who stormed the Tower were anything but ordinary.

Warriors so powerful that they made one question whether they were truly human.

“All the Bronze Giants were destroyed? That’s impossible! They’re not human!”

“Just run already!”

“But if we flee like this, the ‘Tower Master’ won’t forgive us...”

Flinch!

“W-We don’t have a choice! We need to survive first!”

The mages hesitated for a moment but ultimately shook their heads.

After all, mages were inherently individualistic beings.

They sought perfection in solitude, driven by an innate selfishness.

The only reason such selfish people gathered at the Magic Tower was for the excellent research facilities and abundant ‘research materials.’

Not to mention the generous funding.

However, when their lives were on the line, they were more than willing to abandon everything.

While it might have seemed logical to unite and repel the invaders, that notion didn’t apply to them.

Their only desires were personal success, advancement, and discovery.

To achieve higher levels of knowledge and power.

They joined the Magic Tower for that purpose—not to die for it.

“At least take this with us. This artifact alone is worth four years of research funding.”

“Oh? Then I’ll grab this one.”

“Tch, is there no decent staff around?”

Before long, the mages devolved into looters, ransacking the Tower’s treasures.

Artifacts and magical items that could fetch astronomical prices if sold.

For these mages, who spent money like water and had no concept of financial restraint, this loot was essential for maintaining their future lives of luxury.

“That won’t do.”

Splat!

“Honestly, my fellow mages are hopeless. No sense of loyalty whatsoever.”

A man strolled in leisurely, letting out a long sigh.

Of course, what could he expect from his ‘fellow mages’?

Even he had once lacked any sense of belonging.

Still, that was then, and this was now.

“You shouldn’t have touched my property.”

Mages knew better than anyone—never tamper with another mage’s research materials or artifacts.

...Unless the thief was a genius destined to reshape the magical world, such transgressions were unforgivable.

And so,

“Don’t be too upset. I made it painless since we’re ‘fellow mages.’”

He smiled kindly at the ‘fellow mages’ whose heads had burst like tomatoes.

It was a merciful death.

They had dared to steal from him, and he had rewarded them with immediate execution.

Still smiling, he continued walking leisurely.

And then he saw it.

“...Oh? No wonder the others are struggling.”

He observed the warrior battling the elders with keen interest.

The scene unfolding before him was truly entertaining.

Perhaps that was why...

“I think I’ll watch for a bit longer.”

He chuckled playfully and sat down on the spot.

Because he wanted to enjoy the show just a little longer.

*****

If the academy ever offered a course titled [How to Kill a Mage], the expert they’d undoubtedly invite as a professor was right there.

“What is this monster?! It’s reflecting all our spells!”

“Is he covered in some kind of anti-spell barrier?!”

“Stop babbling and attack! That thing is coming!!”

“Clouds, gather! Stronger! More intense—!!”

Five High Mages—or rather, four now—hurriedly chanted their spells, their voices trembling.

For High Mages, their words no longer functioned as mere speech but as incantations.

To ordinary people, even hearing their voices meant immediate submission—or, in worse cases, instant death.

And yet, that monster...!

“Our spells don’t work—no, he’s ripping through them?! Am I dreaming?”

CRACK!

“This nightmare is... horribly real.”

Drip...

A sudden burst of pressure—he didn’t even see it coming—grazed his nose.

The High Mage staggered as a thin stream of blood trickled down from his nostrils.

It was a pathetic sight.

But the High Mage was too overwhelmed to even register how ridiculous he looked.

Instead, his expression could only convey pure terror.

*****

Ihan stepped in to take over from the spearman.

The guy was clearly annoyed about being replaced, and Ihan wasn’t the type to interfere with someone else’s fight either.

But today, he had no choice.

‘You’re a bit sloppy against spellcasters, rookie. Total rookie.’

It was obvious—the spearman didn’t have much experience fighting mages.

Sure, he fought like a demon, but Ihan couldn’t stop himself from giving pointers.

Especially since he’d built quite the reputation as a mage hunter.

And so—

“Why the hell are you just taking those spells head-on? Deflect them properly, dumbass.”

He decided to teach the four fundamentals of fighting spellcasters.

Lesson 1: Spell Parrying.

Crack!

Spells were no different from spiritual attacks hurled by shamans.

But the thing about spiritual attacks? If they missed or failed, the caster suffered rebound damage.

So, when a spell came flying, all it took was instinct and a proper deflection to turn it back on the caster.

Smash!

“Graaahhh!!”

Yeah—just like that.

It took a bit of skill, but this guy had special eyes.

He’d learn it fast enough.

Lesson 2: Long-Range Attacks and Stealth Techniques.

“Memorize some quick-draw throwing skills or master long-range strikes. Aim for the head, mouth, or heart—it’s the fastest way.”

Thunk!

Anything Ihan could grab became a weapon.

Tangjikgong.

Pebbles, shards of glass—whatever was lying around.

He hurled them like throwing knives.

Of course, if nothing was handy, techniques like Hundred Steps Divine Fist or Shattering Strike could substitute.

Thunk!

Bullseye.