Even if you succeed in jobless reincarnation and time magic, you must live life to the fullest.

"As expected of my Saint-level healing magic, Thor's consideration is indeed thorough," Wolf said with a smile.

Liz pulled her collar up a little.

"Who's next?" Warif asked, looking around.

However, this time not many people stepped forward.

Clearly, the scene of Liz's mistake just now frightened many people.

Even with a Saint-level healing magic circle, if it directly hits a vital spot, such as the head or heart, there would probably be no way to save the patient.

Boris was even more frightened and couldn't help but say, "I told you this thing is too dangerous and unusable! Let's just send it back to where it came from!"

"That makes sense."

"It is indeed very dangerous."

As soon as Boris opened his mouth to speak, many people immediately echoed his words.

Liz frowned slightly.

Just as she was about to speak, a figure as vibrant as flame suddenly stepped out from the crowd.

“I’ll give it a try,” the red-haired boy said.

Liz turned her head in surprise.

She quickly recognized him; he was the boy who had been practicing swordsmanship alone in the courtyard the day before.

He walked out with a solemn expression and stood without hesitation in the center of the simulation training room.

“Very good.” Warif smiled approvingly, then immediately pressed the start button.

"Shuashuashua——"

A black metal rod shot out towards the red-haired boy.

The red-haired boy immediately began to swing his sword, deflecting all the incoming black metal rods.

"Ok?"

Liz's gaze sharpened slightly, and she quickly noticed that something was off about the red-haired boy's swordsmanship.

That's a bit too "straightforward".

The primary principle of the Water God Style swordsmanship is to block incoming attacks.

After all, it is a swordsmanship with outstanding defensive capabilities.

However, the red-haired boy's swordsmanship was too straightforward; to put it simply, it lacked variation.

It is offensive but defensive.

"Can this really be considered the swordsmanship of the Water God Style?" Liz frowned slightly, finally recalling the sense of unease she felt when she saw him practicing his sword yesterday.

The red-haired boy's swordsmanship was not pure.

At the very least, it's not purely a water god style; it also vaguely incorporates elements from other schools of thought.

Liz had only ever been in contact with the Water God Stream, so she couldn't make an accurate judgment.

But there is no doubt about it.

The red-haired boy's swordsmanship was not authentic.

This has become increasingly apparent over time.

The time came to 4 minutes.

The firing rate of the magical artifacts suddenly increased, and the attacks that were previously barely manageable became overwhelming.

Suddenly, a black metal rod shot out from the corner and pierced the red-haired boy's waist.

"It can't be blocked anymore."

Liz shook her head inwardly.

She judged that, given the red-haired boy's swordsmanship level, he would definitely not have enough time to defend.

But then, something amazing happened.

Just before the black metal rod was about to hit him, the red-haired boy's speed suddenly increased, as if he had turned into light in that instant.

Before Liz could react, the red-haired boy had already moved about two centimeters to the side.

The black metal rod that was bound to hit its target missed its mark.

"This is……"

Liz was stunned.

She even thought she had seen it wrong.

The body's speed is actually faster than the sword?

How is that even possible?

But this scene soon repeated itself.

As the black metal rod gradually increased in speed, the red-haired boy faced more and more attacks that he could not block, forcing him to move his body to dodge them.

And so Liz saw this magical scene again and again.

"So fast..."

Liz was astonished; this was almost beyond her imagination.

But just then, a voice full of dissatisfaction came from behind her.

"Stop!"

"Crack!"

The agency suddenly ceased operation.

The red-haired boy, who had been tensely dealing with the incoming black metal rod, was suddenly stunned.

Warif rushed straight up to him.

Why did you move away?

Warif stared at him, his brow furrowed.

"Of course you have to dodge attacks you can't block," the red-haired boy said, somewhat unconvinced.

"Wrong! Big mistake!"

Warif said with utmost seriousness, "Even if you can dodge the attack, what if there's someone you must protect behind you? Can she dodge it just like you?"

"This..." The red-haired boy was speechless.

"The key to the Water God Style is to block all incoming attacks, and even further, to completely block the opponent's movements. Only then can it be called the Water God Style. If you can't do that, you can't retreat even half a step, even if it means sacrificing your own life."

Wolf raised his voice and looked around, saying, "As a swordsman of the Water God School, I will not tolerate such cowardly behavior!"

The red-haired boy listened blankly.

In a trance.

He seemed to remember something, and then he understood something.

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The red-haired boy was severely reprimanded by Mr. Warif.

In the end, he took the initiative to admit his mistake, and the matter was dropped.

After the training session, Liz returned to the dojo to continue her practice.

Before we knew it, the sun had already set.

"Liz! Shall we go home?"

Leica skipped over and grabbed Liz's arm.

Liz shook her head and said, "You go back first, I want to practice a little longer."

"Huh? Wouldn't it be different to practice again tomorrow?" Lyca asked, puzzled.

"Different."

"I don't understand."

Liz smiled and didn't explain anything further.

"I just can't do anything with you. I'll be going now. See you tomorrow!"

Leica waved his hand, turned around, and walked out of the dojo's gate.

Liz watched her leave.

After the test during the day, Liz understood her current limits and what she lacked that needed to be improved.

I am still too weak.

I thought I was not far from becoming a Saint-level swordsman, but I only lasted 6 minutes and 21 seconds, while Wolf lasted a full 10 minutes!

Wolf is a true Water Saint-level swordsman.

Liz remembered what Warren had said to her yesterday.

"In three years at most, you will be able to surpass me."

Three years.

Three years is too long!

Lizbeth bit her lip, pulled off one half of her torn sleeve and tied it around her neck, and continued practicing her swordsmanship.

She wants to become the strongest Water God Swordsman.

First, you need to make everyone acknowledge that you are a genius who surpasses Isorti, and then become even stronger...

Until one day, even the water god had to admit his own shortcomings.