Jobless Reincarnation: Sword, Magic Hat and Romance System

Chapter 35 The Water God Style's Self-Created Secret Techniques, the Charm of the Sword God Style

Rudy panicked for a moment, then suddenly blinked, looked at Allen's face, hesitated for a moment, and tentatively said.

"So you wouldn't, would you? That's just a trick by Kitakami-ryu."

The next moment, a pebble whirled through the air, grazed Rudy's cheek, and shot into the thick fog, disappearing without a trace.

Rudy touched his cheek in a daze, looking at Allen, who was in a throwing stance and was now pulling back his arm.

The stone came from his left hand, which he had never held a knife in.

Seeing Rudy's stunned expression, Allen put down the knife with his right hand and said cheerfully.

"I'm just reminding you to be careful of this move if you encounter a Northern God Swordsman in the future."

Rudy stared at Allen for a long time, then sighed and got up from the ground.

"I lost."

"continue."

Rudy's eyes widened in surprise, but he saw that Allen had put away his smile and continued speaking with a serious expression.

"Conversely, if I didn't know any throwing techniques, you should have already completed the magic trick, right? So continue with your plan. I want to see how far you can push me without my throwing skills."

Rudy's expression also turned serious.

"it is good"

Allen moved his legs in the mud.

"Don't be discouraged. Give it your all. You don't want me to beat you twice in a row in one match, do you?"

Rudy crouched down and continued to release geothermal heat with his hands.

"Don't joke around, Allen. If I succeed in the fog magic, I..."

He looked up and grinned.

"We'll win."

Not long after he finished speaking, Rudy's figure was enveloped by the rising fog. Soon after, the fog became thicker and thicker, and the visibility dropped to five meters.

Allen watched quietly as Rudy's figure was obscured by the thick fog.

Suddenly, a huge rock cannonball shot through the fog at high speed! The wind it stirred up along the way churned a hole in the fog, revealing Rudy's face. In that instant, the two looked at each other.

Allen remained expressionless, while Rudy smiled.

The next moment, Allen drew his sword and slashed at the rock cannonball that was coming straight at him. The blade, which was covered with fighting spirit, made a sharp scraping sound. The rock cannonball was split in two and fell to his sides.

He looked at Rudy's location again, but the fog magic had once again obscured Rudy's figure. However, his intuition told him that Rudy had already left the spot where he had been.

"Using the noise of the rock cannonball being slashed, I concealed my footsteps. Next time, it won't be such a large rock cannonball; it'll probably be a blade-shaped attack spell that's less likely to stir up mist, probably an ice blade. If I cut the ice blade again, and then use the noise to change position again, can I dodge the attack while simultaneously using the moment the mist swirls to pinpoint Rudy's location and close the distance?"

Allen tried to take two steps in the mud, but his speed was significantly affected.

"The resistance is greater than I expected. The geothermal heat has solidified some of the bottom mud. If there isn't a point of support floating on the mud to hold my weight, it will be difficult to get close to them instantly at this distance."

Allen lowered his eyelids and then closed his eyes.

He sighed softly, as if expressing his innermost feelings.

"In that case, I'm back to my strongest style, the Water God Style. Luckily, the Dragon Saint Battle Aura greatly amplified my five senses, otherwise I might have really been worn down and killed by Rudy here. Although we're all transmigrators, I at least have the Swordsman's Path System with me, and I'm also four years older. Even though I had a hundred meters to my side beforehand, it's still not something I'd be happy to lose like this."

Three ice blades silently disappeared into the mist from Allen's side and front, shooting slowly without disturbing the mist too much. The mist churned slightly, vaguely revealing Rudy's face.

Allen didn't open his eyes; the smile of a short, old woman flashed through his mind.

Last year, I had the good fortune to create my own "Iron Turtle Purely Taking a Beating" technique, which is quite fitting for the current situation.

Three ice blades had already grazed to the side of his right ear.

Allen closed his eyes and lazily raised his knife, the blade flashing through the ice.

With a series of soft cracking sounds, the ice blade neatly split into six pieces. But strangely, the shattered ice blades did not continue flying out as before. Instead, they turned around beside Allen's ear and fell straight down into the mud.

It was as if the direction of the shot had suddenly changed.

Allen's blade hovered at his side as he watched the magic traces on the ice blade gradually dissipate in the swamp, and he smiled silently.

The words Letan spoke to me last year still seemed to echo in my ears.

"Inspired by 'Sense Flow,' one of the five great secrets of the Water God Style, I abandon distracting perception of distant information and concentrate all my senses on the range of the blade's trajectory to achieve complete capture of all information about the environment within one meter in front of me. This allows me to perform a simplified version of the 'Sense Flow' secret technique. Then, to the highest degree that I can achieve with the current mastery of the Flow secret technique, I deflect all incoming physical and magical attacks as much as possible. Not bad, interesting."

"The drawbacks? The drawbacks are obvious: First, it's limited by the range of the simplified 'Flow Sensing Technique,' making it too passive and leaving you only able to defend yourself. Second, when facing a higher-level expert, whose speed exceeds your perception or who cannot deflect high-level attacks using the Flow Technique, it becomes completely ineffective. However, these flaws don't overshadow its merits. Keep it up, Allen. The moment you fully master it, you will be the Water Saint."

"Hmm? You want me to name it? 'Striking the water midstream, as steadfast as a rock.' Let's call it Rock."

Allen opened his eyes, looked at the thick fog in front of him, and smiled silently.

"Water God Style - A self-created ultimate technique."

"Rock solid."

The mist surged, as if realizing that the ice blades were too weak, and this time it switched to ice spears of deliberately compressed thickness. But just as it got close to Allen, it broke into several pieces and fell to the ground beneath him.

Rudy seemed to panic for a moment, then quickly changed position and fired several more high-speed spinning rock projectiles.

It still ended up being sliced ​​into pieces and falling into the mud.

Allen's gaze swept across Rudy, who was briefly revealed as the fog dissipated. Rudy gritted his teeth before disappearing back into the fog.

Allen chuckled dismissively.

"Haven't eaten yet? Come and see this big one!"

Undeterred by Allen's provocation, Rudy fired three more rock cannonballs, sharpened to an even higher level, as soon as he finished speaking.

The blade twisted around Allen, but he was still sliced ​​into pieces and fell straight to his feet.

Allen glanced at the soles of his feet, his eyelashes trembling slightly.

"It seems he hasn't realized that the groundwork is almost done, and he has a foothold. So, next, the instant Rudy releases his magic, I'll judge his position and, before he disappears into the mist, strike with the Sword God Style."

"You can't keep getting beaten up."

Allen exhaled, breaking free from the Rock of Profound Truth, and then let out a roar.

"Rudy! I see you!!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the mist on the left side suddenly surged, and in the next instant, a huge ice spear shot out from the mist.

Allen moved.

He stepped onto the "platform" in front of him, which was less than five centimeters below the mud. The feeling of being unable to get a foothold in the mud disappeared instantly, and the strength was transmitted from his foot to his body. Allen felt incredibly light.

At this moment, Rudy's face was about to disappear into the mist again, and the ice spear was almost within reach.

Allen's gaze shifted, and for a fleeting moment, the tip of the ice spear and Rudy's face overlapped, reflected in Allen's pupils.

He smiled, his lips parting slightly as he looked at Rudy, who was staring at him with a slightly flustered expression.

The two were some distance apart, and Rudy didn't hear Allen's words clearly, but he did see Allen's lip movements.

Allen is right.

I see you.

The fog was churning, creating visible ripples.

Under Rudy's watchful gaze, Allen stepped out of the ripples and casually placed the blade a meter in front of him.

The tip of the knife still trembled and sang.

You lost.

As soon as the words fell, the ice spear cracked in two behind the two of them and fell limply into the swamp.

The mist condensed like silky water in front of Rudy's blank face.

[Master the essence of the Sword God Style, wield the silent katana, and your Sword God Style level will increase: Sword God Style - Advanced.]

Allen reached out to sheath the blade, but found it was already chipped and he couldn't finish.

He remained silent for a moment, then asked in his mind.

"What about the Water God Flow?"

(End of this chapter)