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

But just as she was thinking this, she noticed that the swordsman's expression had become very serious, as if he were facing a formidable enemy.

Ars stood facing the swordsman.

Both sides got into position, but neither made a move.

The scene suddenly became unusually quiet.

So quiet...

Even the sound of the wind rustling through the grass was clearly audible!

Liz sensed an unspoken standoff between the two, a subtle exchange of glances that surprised her greatly.

She had always thought that Ars's Sword God style wasn't very strong, at most only at the lower level.

After all, why would someone who has mastered the more powerful Sword God Style want to learn the Water God Style?

But now Liz knows she was wrong.

How wrong it is.

"Hey, what are you still standing there for? Hurry up and cut off his hands and feet!" Boris said impatiently.

The words have not yet fallen.

The swordsman suddenly took a step forward, and swung his sword heavily.

"Jars, watch out!" Liz exclaimed.

At that moment, an unnamed fear filled her heart, as if she were about to lose something important.

But at this moment.

Ars suddenly disappeared.

"What!" The swordsman looked shocked.

He looked around frantically, but couldn't find Ars anywhere.

"Behind you." The voice came from behind without warning, like the whisper of a demon.

"What the hell..."

The swordsman turned away angrily.

But in the next moment.

The swordsman suddenly felt the scene before him shake violently, the world begin to spin, and he lost consciousness...

He didn't realize what was happening until his head hit the ground.

My own head...

It was cut.

……

The battle ended instantly.

It really was just a fleeting moment.

From the start to the end, there was no clash or confrontation between swords; the two merely passed each other for a fleeting moment before the outcome was decided.

The secret of the Sword God Style: the sword of light.

By the time Boris and Liz came to their senses, the swordsman's body had already fallen heavily to the ground.

The blood gushing from the severed neck stained the grass at his feet, making it look exceptionally bloody.

Boris stared wide-eyed, frozen in place.

He suspected he was hallucinating.

How can it be?

How can this be?

How old is this kid?

He actually defeated his own guard in one move... Keep in mind, his own guard was a mid-level Sword God Style expert and an upper-level Northern God Style expert!

Just how strong is this guy?!

Boris was incredulous.

By the time he came to his senses, Jars was already standing in front of him.

"Well……"

Boris instinctively took a step back, then sneered, "What, you dare point a sword at me? Do you intend to kill me?"

"Huh? Didn't you understand what I just said?"

Ars tilted his head. "You're going to die here today."

"Hehehe, stop joking..."

Boris remained completely unfazed.

He sneered, "Do you know who I am? I'm a nobleman! I'm from the Laurist family! If a commoner like you dares to lay a hand on me, the end result will surely be the destruction of your family!"

"I advise you to think carefully before you take action!"

"So what if they're commoners? Does that mean nobles can ride roughshod over commoners?" Jars asked calmly.

"Isn't this a matter of course? As nobles, their status is naturally above that of commoners, there is no doubt about that."

"Boris said arrogantly."

civilian?

how come……

Isn't Ars a nobleman?

Liz was stunned for a moment upon hearing this, wondering if she had misheard.

Seeing that Ars still had no intention of putting down his sword, she gritted her teeth and spoke up to dissuade him.

"Yars, if you are truly a civilian, killing him will only bring misfortune!"

"Let's leave it at that... This matter has nothing to do with you, there's no need for you to cause trouble for me."

She said in a bitter voice.

Ars glanced back at Liz and shook his head.

“But he wants to attack you… and he’s using such despicable methods. I can’t just stand by and do nothing,” Yass said in a low voice.

Say it.

Jars flicked his wrist slightly, then turned and left.

Boris was startled.

Seeing that Yars did not make a move, he breathed a sigh of relief.

While feeling fortunate to have survived, he secretly harbored hatred for Jars.

This matter is definitely not over yet.

To think that I would suffer such a humiliating disgrace.

Once we get back, we'll take both Liz and this Ars...

"what?"

Boris was taken aback.

The world before my eyes suddenly turned upside down.

The scene was spinning rapidly, getting closer and closer to the ground.

"Puff-"

The enormous human head fell heavily to the ground.

There is only one reason why you failed.

The voice came from behind his head. Boris tried to turn his head, but he couldn't.

"That is, you angered me."

Ars sheathed his sword and said calmly.

Boris's vision was obscured by blood, and his lips, which were rapidly losing their color, trembled slightly, as if he wanted to say something.

But before he could say anything, he lost consciousness.

——He is dead.

Side Story: The Tale of Ars (23)

Boris is dead.

Even as he died, an expression of disbelief remained on his face; he couldn't comprehend how Jars could kill him.

What's the difference between this and courting death?

However, regardless of social status, everyone only has one life.

"Puff-"

Having witnessed everything, Leica collapsed to the ground, her face deathly pale, her shoulders trembling uncontrollably.

Soon, a pale yellow liquid flowed from between her legs, wetting her underwear.

She was so scared she peed herself.

"Liz, how are you?" Ars quickly returned to Liz's side and checked her injuries.

"Idiot, you idiot..."

Liz clutched her wound, her face pale.