Jobless Reincarnation: Sword, Magic Hat and Romance System

Chapter 44 Rock Solid, A Real Man's Fencing

Luo Qixi blinked.

"...Um...does he...do magic?"

Upon hearing this, Rudy's serious expression suddenly relaxed, as if he had received some comfort, and he chuckled.

"Luckily, he knows absolutely nothing about magic. If Allen had a talent for magic, wouldn't he be relying on you, Rocky, to be his teacher? That would be too dangerous for me!"

"Oh, I see."

Upon hearing this, Luo Qixi breathed a sigh of relief, not understanding what Rudy meant by danger. She turned to look at the two people in the yard, a slight smile appearing on her lips.

Rudy looked at Loki's expression and felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't quite put his finger on what it was.

Meanwhile, Hilfi blinked and secretly glanced at Loki, then her eyelashes fluttered as she looked at Allen.

In the courtyard, Allen and Paul had finished warming up.

Allen and Paul were three meters apart. Compared to his relaxed sword-wielding posture when confronting Rudy, Allen adopted a serious and prepared stance when facing Paul, who was also a swordsman.

He stood with his legs in a bow stance, firmly planted on the ground, holding the knife with both hands behind his shoulder, the back of the blade very close to his right shoulder.

Paul, on the other hand, casually raised his sword and looked at Allen.

"Ready? I'm about to attack!"

Allen took a deep breath, his pupils suddenly contracted, and the Dragon Saint Battle Qi embryonic core in his abdomen squeezed and contracted, surging within his body along with the original battle qi.

He sensed the dust drifting slowly past him and smiled.

"Ready? Let's begin."

Before he could finish speaking, Paul's sword had already grazed his left shoulder, which was far from the blade's edge!

The Silent Katana!

The next moment, the two passed each other.

Paul staggered and turned his head in surprise.

Allen's legs, which were firmly planted on the ground, remained motionless.

He didn't even turn around; he simply turned his back to Paul, tilted his head to meet the latter's gaze, and slightly changed his posture from carrying the knife on his right shoulder to moving the hand holding the knife from his forehead to in front of him.

The hilt of the sword was 'coincidentally' above his left shoulder.

"Did it just miss?!" Senis exclaimed in surprise.

Paul composed himself, his expression turning serious, and casually answered the question Senis had raised on behalf of everyone.

"It didn't miss."

He squinted at the hilt of the knife hanging above Allen's left shoulder, still vividly remembering the sensation of the blade gleaming in his hand in that split second.

He did hit it.

But it had no effect.

Allen's response just now was too "perfect".

He switched his stance perfectly, positioned the hilt perfectly above his left shoulder, caught the tip of his sword perfectly, and deflected the blade perfectly.

The score was exactly right.

There wasn't a single unnecessary movement.

It is like a rock in a rushing stream, solid and without any flaws.

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Paul stared at Allen for a while before asking a question.

"Aren't you going to turn around?"

Allen still turned his head to look at him, keeping the blade of the knife on his right shoulder.

"No need. This stance is enough for me to deal with attacks from all angles. Of course, the premise is that I can 'sense' them. I just happened to sense the master's silent katana. I was lucky."

Paul smiled.

"The ultimate technique formed by the perfect combination of perception and the profound meaning of the Water God Flow—if I were even faster, could I strike you before you even sense my swing?"

Allen smiled, his eyes narrowing.

"You can give it a try, sir."

Paul chuckled, his laughter carried on the wind, and in the next instant, he appeared beside Allen.

The sword in his hand was already less than half a meter in front of Allen's brow.

But Allen's hand moved in sync with his body, and he had already bent the blade in front of his brow.

Paul and Allen's eyes met briefly for a moment.

With a crisp "bang!", Paul's sword tip was deflected to the side by Allen's deflection, and Allen still managed to deflect the attack "coincidentally" using the Flowing Secret Technique.

But a smile appeared on Paul's lips.

He casually released his grip on the knife, the blade slipping from Allen's hand. At the same time, Paul's whip kick was already close to Allen's chest!

A feint attack!

The reason he kept saying he wanted to ask questions faster was to mislead Allen into thinking that Paul was going to use the Sword God Style slash!

He clearly intended to abandon his sword from the very beginning, using the seemingly swift thrusts as a feint, and placing all his hopes on the whip kicks of his lower body!

Even so, Paul's wishful thinking still failed.

Allen deflected his blade again, and just as Paul was about to kick him in the chest, he used the hilt of his knife to barely graz Paul's foot, using the force of the Flowing Secret Technique to deflect the kick and fling it backward from his side.

In that instant, a sharp glint suddenly flashed in Paul's and Allen's eyes as they locked gazes. Paul's leg, still on the ground, exerted force, using the momentum from the kick and the force dissipation from the Flowing Technique to accelerate and grab the blade that had just slipped from Allen's hand. Then, his foot, which had missed its target, slammed into the ground, and a new force traveled from the ground to his waist and abdomen. With a twist of his body, he slashed his sword at Allen's back!

There's a variation after the whip kick!

Allen didn't even have time to turn around!

As Paul watched the blade about to strike Allen's back, a hint of joy flickered in his eyes.

"This Silent Blade was the fastest I could muster; he hadn't even turned around yet. How could I have won?!"

Just then, Allen's shoulders slumped.

A thin, ghostly blade darted back from his shoulder and struck Paul's sword precisely at the edge.

A subtle friction vibrated in the air, creating ripples as Paul's gaze shifted from abrupt to one of surprise.

With a bang, the blade was deflected by the knife tip, whistling past Paul's ear, cutting through the ripples, and embedding itself in a nearby tree with a rapid buzzing sound.

Senis and the others all turned to look at the sword in the tree, then turned to look at Allen and Paul, their faces showing blank expressions.

In their dynamic visuals, devoid of any fighting spirit, the two figures moved so fast that at first glance it appeared as if they had simply slammed face to face, then twitched their bodies grotesquely in the air amidst flashing blades. Before anyone could discern what kind of dance they were engaging in, Paul's sword had already darted away and embedded itself in a nearby tree.

It's like they're just messing around.

Paul blinked in surprise, then turned to look at the sword that had flown away and was now slumped in the tree, before glancing at Allen with a mocking look in his eyes as he shrugged and turned his head to look at him. He was speechless for a long time.

Seeing that Paul seemed a bit dazed, Allen straightened up, sheathed his sword, turned around, waved his hand in front of Paul's eyes, and teased him.

"Sir, you really like using the Kitakami-ryu style."

Paul had come to his senses. He looked at his hands awkwardly, as if he still couldn't accept how Allen could disarm him instantly with the Flowing Secret Technique even though he had hidden his hands.

However, he was quite stubborn.

"Well, that's a strategy. Speaking of which, your ultimate technique is quite impressive. It's practically an impenetrable defense, completely without any weaknesses. Unless your opponent possesses overwhelming strength, it will be difficult for them to inflict any damage on you."

He then asked, somewhat puzzled and exasperated.

"This technique is simply a perfect Water God Style technique! What inspiration or enlightenment do you need? Are you trying to deflect my sword and simultaneously sever my head?!"

Allen blinked and immediately responded.

"Otherwise what?"

Paul was stunned by Allen's serious expression.

(End of this chapter)