Re:Zero - Jobless Reincarnation: Succubus Sword God? I don't recognize it!

Chapter 302 Hot Spot
The knife rises, the knife falls.

As the wind pressure from the practical school of Beishenliu - Avalanche's escaped fighting spirit swept over everyone present, the candles on the dining table were extinguished by the wind.

Even the tablecloth was lifted.

So can the sleeves, hems and cuffs of the clothes be avoided?
Inescapable.

For the male nobles at the banquet, the strong wind only instantly drew their attention away from what they were doing and focused on the direction the wind was blowing from. However, for the female nobles present, they naturally subconsciously held down the hem of their dresses.

But at this moment, no one cares about what's under other people's wives' skirts.

Because at the moment when the wind died down and darkness rose up, an atmosphere of doubt, surprise, and confusion enveloped the crowd. The nobles' good upbringing made everyone hold back from exclaiming in surprise, and subconsciously searched for the source of this abnormality.

Then, in this quiet moment.

The calm words brought everyone's attention back to the essence of the banquet.

——A banquet in honor of Alan Boreas Graylat.

Because someone's voice reached their ears.

Very quietly.

However, in the silence, in the sudden darkness that deprived everyone of their vision, most people were wondering why the sudden change had happened.

It's too clear.

"Let's get started."

Alan put down the wooden sword in his hand and looked at all the nobles present.

What gave Rudy a sense of oppression was the banquet held at the top of the so-called most powerful human empire in the Central Continent.

It was nothing more than a group of crows croaking and screaming in a so-called aristocratic tone.

Crows don't like listening to people talking.

So he chose the most direct one.

Then, wait for the fattest crow in the flock with the most desire to show off to call a few more times.

Open up the situation again.
Let this place really be quiet.

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Pilemon glanced at the knife in Alan's hand, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, but then he just sneered and looked around at the banquet servants.

"What are you standing there for? Relight the candles. The gym is leaking. Don't leave the guests hanging."

Driven by the typical "straightforward" character of the Notos family, Pilemon came to the banquet with an unexpectedly simple purpose.

Socializing doesn't matter.

He just came here to make trouble and laugh.

However, when the words fell, they sounded dull.

Again.

This is the honor banquet for Alan Boreas Graylat.

This is also the main place of the Water God, and a commendation banquet was held by the contemporary Water Goddess, Her Majesty Leda.

Who is the host and who is the guest.

Even the servants knew it.

The servants remained indifferent, just lowered their heads with their brows lowered, but their raised eyes were all looking at the figure behind Alan.

Lydia stood in the shadows, with her eyelids drooping, looking at Pilemon harmlessly.

The field became even quieter.

Pilemon realized something and his face looked very ugly, but Ariel, who was wearing a crinoline not far away from him, covered her mouth and smiled silently.

The blue eyes chased the figure standing with the sword in the darkness.

Even in the darkness, he seemed to see the smile that was always on Alan's face.

A typical coercive environment, and Allen's unique way of establishing authority.

——In the right environment, do things that are not so appropriate, but the most direct and effective.

Finally, you reach the effect you want.

It is surprisingly consistent with the behavior of jumping off the ship in Liupu City.

So next.
It's the beginning.

pat, pat, pat.

Slow but inexplicably oppressive footsteps sounded.

Originated from the owner of this dojo.

The way Leda walked was very consistent with her age. She stepped lightly and slowly, really like an old woman in her fifties.

However, there is a sense of oppression that is inconsistent with his identity.

Most of the people at the banquet suspected that Allen's strength was just a show performed by the master and apprentice for the purpose of building momentum.

But no one dared to doubt that the title of Water God was just a castle in the air.

Including Pirogue.

Under the gaze of everyone, Leta slowly walked to Pilemon's side. She didn't even raise her eyelids to look at Pilemon, but just picked up the matchbox on the other's table.

With a swish, the candle on the dining table next to Pilemon was lit.

The candlesticks were lit.

Leda turned and walked behind Alan, stood up with a knife in her hand, and closed her eyes as if she was a little sleepy.

Only then did the servants start to move.

As footsteps sounded, flames ignited, clustered together, and emitted flickering flames, relighting the gymnasium belonging to the Mizugami Ryu Dojo.

The reflection made Piremon's face look as ugly as if he had eaten shit.

The apprentices of the Mizugami-ryu Dojo all secretly looked at the youngest head of the four major families and smiled secretly in their hearts.

Taking over the spotlight?

Just adds to the joke.

They were all descendants of nobles with some reputation in the royal capital. Although they appeared to call Pilemond "Grand Duke" respectfully, none of them truly respected him from the bottom of their hearts.

Their respective families may have some interests involved with the Notos family, but in the "small dojo" of the Water God School, they still give priority to supporting their own "small circle".

This is a small and powerful circle of 'warriors', and how many people in each family can really push Shui Shenliu to the top at this age?
The qualifications and connections of the Shuishenliu Dojo are their personal honors, and are also the scarce resources that ensure they can maintain their competitiveness among many family heirs.

Therefore, the 'voice' of the superior dojo of the Suishin-ryu main dojo is louder.

The louder their "voice" becomes among the many descendants and heirs in the family.

However, there was one apprentice whose expression was as ugly as Pilemon's.

Falz Aiulus Greyrat was wearing a particularly neat swordsman uniform today. He looked up and saw Alan restoring the "order" of the Water God School with a single swing of his sword, but he did not feel the slightest bit of secret satisfaction.

The anger that had just been ignited by Allen's words yesterday was extinguished by a bucket of cold water soon after returning home.

The scolding from his biological father lasted for a full three hours.

Being "instigated" by Allen, a stranger, is secondary.

Being defeated by an unknown woman who suddenly appeared and was younger than himself, and having her position as the "Little Chief" of the Water God-Ryu Dojo taken away from her was something his father could not tolerate at all.

Unlike the Notos family, which is a half-baked "martial arts" family mainly pursuing power.

The Aiulus have practiced martial arts for generations, and have soldiers guarding the border of the Jaw. They have always remained neutral in the successive disputes over the crown prince. They attach great importance to the military strength of their offspring, and most of their power is distributed among the Knights and Street Soldiers.

This led to Leus, who had already touched the threshold of the Water King, to have extremely high expectations for Falz in the Water God Stream. Moreover, Falz was his legitimate son born to his wife, and he had a son in his old age.

But to be fair, does Falz have poor talent?

Not bad.

At the age of fourteen, he had already reached the level of Water Saint.

But this was far from satisfying Leus.

Falz swallowed his saliva. The oppressive feeling of standing next to his father made him sweat. As the candlelight lit up in front of his eyes, he subconsciously raised his eyelids to look at his father.

Leus, who was only 45 years old and had a head full of silver hair, looked at Allen in the field expressionlessly. The candlelight burned in his eyeballs. He looked like he was looking at Allen, but in Falz's eyes, he only saw someone else's shadow.
There are people who have done great things before.

Fifteen years ago, the 'little chief' of the Suishin-ryu Dojo was already named Aiuros.

Of course, it was not Leus himself, but his father’s eldest son in the true sense.

——His elder brother who was born to him when he was young and foolish, and who was his concubine and then promoted from a maid to his wife.

Advanced at the age of eleven, Saint at the age of fourteen, Water King at the age of twenty, and now at the age of twenty-seven, he is already a part of "Dawn".

Aiuluos is a recognized genius of his generation.

——Chemuel Auelos Boreas.

Falz admired Allen, and didn't he also see in him the shadow of his brother who was thirteen years older than him?

But a pity.

As they grew older, the relationship between the brothers, which was once harmonious, reached freezing point after he entered Chenxi five years ago.

The struggle for the crown prince has always been like this.

What's more, almost everyone in the Aiulus family felt that the next successor should not be him, Falz Aiulus Boreas, but this illegitimate eldest son.

Obviously, the other party is more qualified than himself to inherit the position of head of the family.

Moreover, the attitude of this secretly admired brother towards himself
Even stricter and meaner than his own father.
"The fighting spirit is strong. It seems that he has tried hard."

His father's serious voice, like the sound of cold corpses rubbing against each other in winter, suddenly entered Falz's ears, causing his body to stiffen.

Looking up, he saw Leus staring at Alan in the field, speaking expressionlessly in the cold and hard tone unique to warriors.

"But the Water God School doesn't focus on the quality of fighting spirit, and whether one can become a Water King doesn't focus on this either. Therefore, today is not an occasion to compete in the quality of fighting spirit. The tricks you play are very superficial, and they are meaningless except to intimidate those who don't know the tricks."

Falz's expression changed drastically when he heard this, and he hurried to see Alan.

The 'admirer' with messy brown curly hair tied behind his head just tilted his head to look at his father.

The corners of his mouth raised.

"If the blade is not sharp, then deterrence is meaningless."

He turned around, stroked the blade with his fingers, and said with a smile.

"Who will feed the sword?"

Hearing this, Leus turned to look at Falz.

The latter was stunned, and couldn't help but glance at the little lion standing on the sidelines with his arms crossed, revealing an expression that said, "I beat Allen? Really? I can't even beat his sister now."

"Falz, haven't you always admired this boy from another family? Can he be as talented as your brother? Let's give it a try!"

Darius beside him raised his wine glass and sipped it with a smile, looking at Falz. The other nobles also looked over when they heard what happened.

Falz was already overwhelmed, but when he heard what his brother said, he still gritted his teeth and walked out.

He took a few steps to the center of the field and stood opposite Allen.

Five meters apart.

Standard fighting distance.

Isa Luti was still the referee. Seeing that the two men had already taken their positions, he raised his knife.

A palm fell.

"start!"

Falz swung his sword and pulled out a mid-range stance, assuming a defensive posture.

Alan looked at Falz, then glanced at Leus who was standing on the sidelines, suddenly smiled and spoke.

"You are like an eggplant hit by frost. You have become like this just because you went home at night?"

Falz was startled when he heard this and looked at his father on the sidelines, only to see that his father had a frown on his face and he looked back at Alan with gritted teeth.

"Please advise."

The language is very clear.

But the body shape.
But it became blurred in an instant.

The next moment! The sword wrapped in wind pulled the body, pulling everyone's attention to Allen!
A sword was swung towards Allen's waist and abdomen!

Sizzle!!!!
It wasn't the sound of swords rubbing against each other.

Falz's body suddenly stopped and he forced himself to stop abruptly. The traction of his toes on the ground caused a teeth-grinding sound of his boots braking on the ground.

In front of him, the knee was hanging five centimeters away from the tip of his nose. Falz looked up in surprise, only to see that Alan had just slightly turned his body and changed his position. With a lift of his leg, his face was right in front of the opponent's knee, while his knife was still fifteen centimeters away from Alan's waist.

The information captured by Shui Shenliu flashed through his mind.

——If I strike again, the opponent only needs to keep his lower body stable, and I will be knocked to the ground by the 'hammer' as if I had hit his knee head-on.

The blade cannot touch the opponent's waist.
The five mysteries - feeling the flow.

The moment he moved, his opponent had already assumed his stance, and his momentum ended 'just' at his opponent's knee.

"Snapped!"

Alan dropped to his knees, flicked his fingers and plucked the string, sending Falz's wooden sword flying back to his opponent's waist. He turned around and distanced himself, talking as he walked.

"The killing intent is obvious, the aura is disordered, and the momentum of this 'horizontal slash' is not as sharp as yesterday. Come again."

The nobles were a little confused, but the so-called "tricks" had been made clear in the conversation between Allen and Leus just now.

So everyone turned to look at the latter who was standing on the sidelines.

Leus's face was as gloomy as water.

In the field, Allen turned around and walked a few steps to where Falz was just now, raising the tip of his sword.

It rises slightly, indicating an attack.

Falz took a deep breath.

Exhale! He swung the knife again and squeezed it out of the air beside Allen!
It was still a horizontal slash, but this time he took Allen's knees into consideration, maintained a safe position, and stabbed Allen's neck with the tip of the sword.

Zheng!
The wooden sword emitted a star of sawdust, which fell at Falz's feet. Alan put away the sword and casually pushed away the tip of the sword which was still fifteen centimeters away from his neck.

The voice was a degree higher than before.

"The fire in your heart that was just burning yesterday is gone. Your blade is hesitating and your sword intent is wailing. Falz? What's wrong with you?"

Falz glanced at his father, and did not retreat after hearing that. He raised his wrist and swung a sword to "cut off" the position of Allen's hand knife.

Bang! This time the swords collided with each other, blocking each other tightly. Falz raised his leg and hit with a "hammer", but was easily suppressed by Alan's palm.

He retracted the sword that had been swung away and 'just' landed on the side of Falz's leg, and looked directly into Falz's eyes.

The voice was like a bell, beating into the latter's ears.

"What are you looking at!? Where are you unwilling to give it a try today? Falz?!"

(End of this chapter)