Jobless Reincarnation: Sword, Magic Hat and Romance System

Chapter 54 Who is the prey?

Allen's lazy voice was carried by the night wind into the camp, lingering in the ears of the thieves.

Everyone was stunned.

The leopard squinted and focused its gaze on Allen's face. In just a breath, a look of joy appeared on its face.

"The target really came knocking on our door? The intelligence was accurate!"

The gray eagle, however, reacted even faster, opening its beak and letting out a roar!

"Alan!! It's Allen! Lord Night Lion's information was correct. He actually dared to walk right into our trap! Kill him! Boss Night Lion said he won't take a single one of the thousand gold coins; they'll all be divided equally among us!"

As soon as the words were spoken, the thirty-odd people in front of the camp all froze, and the air seemed to quiet down for a moment.

Immediately afterwards, a series of rapid sword-drawing sounds tore through the silence, and countless flashes of light mingled in the torchlight.

"Kill him!!!"

Amidst the howling of the gray eagle, the thieves, their faces contorted with rage, swooped down toward Allen!

The chaotic footsteps of more than thirty figures echoed densely across the area, stretching for several kilometers, as dust dispersed in the night.

Allen narrowed his eyes as he watched this scene.

He stepped out from where light and shadow met.

Dirt sprayed up from his feet! His figure shot out!

One person charged head-on against more than thirty others!

Excited shouts rang out from the front of the opposing group.

"A thousand gold coins!!! Hahaha, finally I can fucking go back to Rigate and play with women! Kill!"

No sooner had the words left his mouth than the speaker, a mid-level swordsman of the Sword God style, moved with incredible speed and suddenly rushed in front of Allen.

The latter, with just a glance, had already judged the former's sword swing. He twisted his body to the side, dodged the slashing blade, and stepped to the man's right side, assuming a slanted, bent-over posture that made it almost impossible for him to exert any force.

Allen met the man's gaze for a moment, then his toes left the ground.

The sword is drawn!

He leaped into the air, swung his arms, and swung the knife in a circular motion from the arch of his foot upwards!

"Hokushin-ryu - Enten Slash!"

The blade flashed with magnificent colors under the orange torchlight of the night, and battle qi flowed at the tip of the blade, creating wind pressure!

The thief reacted extremely quickly, blocking the blade in front of himself in an instant.

With a loud bang, the two blades snapped together violently.

But in the next instant, to the thief's horrified gaze, his blade shattered into several pieces in the air, yet Allen's blade moved without the slightest hesitation, slicing straight past his waist.

The knife sliced ​​open the liver, shattered the ribs, cut through the lungs, severed the spine, pierced the heart, broke through the shoulder blades, and emerged from above the collarbone, slicing off the person's cheeks, teeth shattering and protruding from the split earlobe.

A blade can tear a body apart in the blink of an eye.

The next moment!

Allen sheathed his knife on one foot, took a step, and passed right through the thief's body.

The person behind him, split in two, exploded in the chilly night wind!

Meat shredded by the wind! Disshaped internal organs, blood-stained pale bone fragments, were all captured by Allen as he passed by, and "hung" on Allen's shoulders and back.

The bandits all stopped in their tracks, staring in horror at the blood-soaked butcher before them, who looked as if he had just walked out of a slaughterhouse.

However, this slaughterhouse doesn't kill monsters or beasts, but people.

The butcher brushed the minced meat off his shoulder.

"Competitions only make people feel constrained and unable to fully unleash the destructive power of the Kitakami-ryu practical swordsmanship. Indeed, only a life-or-death battle can get people's blood boiling."

As he spoke, he flicked his sword, leaving a long trail of blood on the ground, and a barely perceptible green light flashed on his arm for 0.5 seconds.

Feeling the healing spell rune instantly soothe the physical damage inflicted by the combat-oriented Northern God Style, Allen grinned as he looked at the stagnant thieves.

"What's wrong? Aren't you going to keep charging?"

The spotted leopard, who had witnessed Allen's attack from afar, had a grim expression on its face.

"The Northern God School's practical approach is the norm. This kid is more than just a high-ranking member of the Water God School."

Allen looked over the heads of the crowd at the effeminate spotted leopard, whose killing intent was overflowing. Then he looked around at the band of thieves who had silently surrounded him but no one else was rushing forward.

"Are you saying you're scared?"

The room fell silent. The thieves, who were known for their cunning and slippery ways, were now all reluctant to take the lead, each stepping back to give the front positions to their buddies.

But since everyone thought that way, this mob all took a step back.

Very neat and tidy.

Seeing this, Allen smiled and squatted down, placing the slightly chipped blade on his right shoulder in a difficult position to draw it, and said sarcastically.

"Just a moment ago you were all full of energy, shouting and yelling. Now you're scared? If you're scared, I suggest you kneel down and kowtow, and I'll give you a quick death."

Behind the crowd, the leopard looked at Allen with a thoughtful glint in its eyes, while the bald gray eagle, who couldn't stand people showing off, immediately raised his voice, ready to urge everyone to rush forward and kill this show-off.

Just then! Someone couldn't stand Allen's provocation and shouted angrily.

"You brat! How arrogant!"

Suddenly, a bearded thief in the arena had a glint of brilliance in his eyes. Before he could finish speaking, the dirt around him exploded and his figure vanished from the spot.

It's the Silent Blade!

Advanced Sword God Style!

In the blink of an eye, everyone around saw his figure flash in front of Allen and collide with Allen at an extremely fast speed!

The night wind in the forest roared! The force of the wind rippled outwards from the center of their impact.

The sounds of blood and the discordant tearing of flesh filled the air.

The two of them froze for a brief moment.

The next instant, the bearded thief's body seemed to be a pre-assembled building block, as he was gently "bumped" by Allen.

It then broke into pieces.

The smoothly cut pieces of the corpse seemed to have no momentum, falling vertically in front of Allen like rain, soaking him from head to toe in blood, yet he remained in that relaxed posture with his sword on his back.

All was silent.

Watching this scene from afar, the spotted leopard swallowed the words that were about to come out of his mouth. As far as he knew, this was the starting stance of Allen Boreas Greirat's self-created secret technique.

According to intelligence, the opponent should only be able to use this ultimate technique for defense, but at this moment, it is clearly not possible to counterattack in this way!

He exchanged a very unpleasant glance with Gray Eagle, who was standing next to him with an equally unpleasant expression.

The intelligence is incorrect.

However, if that's not the case, then the body parts falling vertically to the ground without momentum perfectly fit the application of the Water God's Flowing Technique.

What exactly happened?

Just then, Allen spoke up, offering his comments in a nonchalant tone.

"His barely grasped the Silent Katana technique was too chaotic in its release of fighting spirit. It focused too much on destructive power and neglected speed, which was crystal clear."

He glanced at the human head rolling at his feet.

"He didn't die unjustly."

(End of this chapter)