Jobless Reincarnation: Sword, Magic Hat and Romance System

Chapter 56 Water Strikes Rock, Sound Pierces Flames, the Form of a Water Saint [4k]

The blades flashed in the firelight as more than thirty thieves twisted and pounced on Allen. He crouched down, his pupils rapidly scanning his surroundings. Shouts, curses, the hissing of blades cutting through the air, and the rustling of leaves in the north wind filled his ears.

The shadowy figures blurred Allen's vision with their movements.

But he still heard it, amidst the many discordant voices.

The murderous intent was still palpable, accompanied by the faint chanting of magic.

In that instant, Allen looked past the crowd at the spotted leopard in the distance. The leopard was also looking back at him, and further away, a thick flame was rising, stirring the night.

"I see. That's exactly the typical response of the Qiba Sect. They sensed something was off with my Rock-Solid Mystic Technique, so they first tested me personally to dispel their fear, then verbally manipulated them into attacking me together."

"Then I treated them all as expendable pawns, using their corpses and bones as obstacles. Based on the information that I didn't know the Sword God Style, I instantly constructed a battle plan, buying time for the real killing move. This magical fluctuation—is it from a high-level magician, or a Saint-level one?"

"A good idea, but it's a real shame."

"Healing spell rune activated, duration: 10 seconds."

The tree patterns on Dragon Saint's battle aura burst forth with dazzling green light! Battle aura and magic power frolicked together and instantly surged towards Allen's limbs and bones!

At the same time! The crowd surged over Allen like a flood, engulfing him!

Allen's smile lingered in the night, his murmurs softer than the wind, shattered in the air by the dense sound of swords slashing.

"The Water God Style and the Northern God Style collide, the Rock Profound Technique is combined with the Twenty Slashes. A self-created profound technique, advanced."

"A rock striking water."

Allen's eyes snapped open, and his blade flashed into the darkness as he darted through the crowd. His ultimate technique of flowing swords deflected the dozen or so blades that were attacking him one by one. In the intervals between his movements, he unleashed twenty slashes, squeezing his physical strength to the limit with his fighting spirit!

The glint of blades flashed in the crowd!

At the forefront, the dozen or so figures whose swords had been deflected seemed to pause for a moment, and the next second, their bodies suddenly disintegrated in front of Allen!

A severed arm! A broken leg! A broken torso!

Internal organs! Bones! Skull!

Body parts rained down, the blood was so real it seemed tangible, and the figures all shrank down like harvested wheat.

Allen's vision suddenly went blank, and he grinned maliciously as he looked at the raging flames rising in the sky not far away through the rain of blood.

Beneath the flickering flames was the gray eagle's raised wand, and the final notes of his angry chant!

"Hellfire Bomb! Die, monster!"

As the visually overwhelming magic trick was thrown, the two exchanged a glance.

There was little excitement about the strategic success in Gray Hawk's eyes; instead, there was only deep fear and horror.

"In the blink of an eye, half of them were dead. Fortunately, the magic incantation was already complete. The leopard's judgment was correct; although the casualties were heavy, it's enough that we're still alive."

Before he could finish speaking, the scorching night wind lashed against his bald head.

A trail of blood spread from the top of his head, extending down from his pupils.

In his astonished gaze, he saw Allen's figure shrouded in wisps of smoke.

Close at hand.

The look of horror and bewilderment had barely surfaced in Grayhawk's eyes when he stared blankly at the distorted air around the blade in Allen's hand.

The next instant, his face melted like cheese cut by hot oil.

It was exactly the same as the two Hellfire Bullets that swept away behind Allen.

Amid screams and wails, the Hellfire Bomb, split in two, exploded in the crowd of thieves behind Allen!

The violent explosion whipped up scorching wind pressure that rushed towards Allen from behind! The viscous blood on his swordsman's uniform was baked and dried in just one breath.

Allen tossed aside the scorching hot blade he had casually grabbed to cut through the fireball; his own blade, however, had been damaged in the first round of the Rock Technique.

The skin scorched by the flames healed rapidly in the firelight of the explosion. He reached out and patted his clothes, and pieces of scabs fell off his body. Allen bent down and picked up the knife that was being disguised at the other's waist.

"After all that, the most threatening creature in the camp is the most inconspicuous one... Unfortunately, the incantation is still too slow, and the killing intent is too obvious within our senses. Now, let's move on..."

He turned to look at the edge of the forest, and the leopard's figure receding rapidly was clearly visible in his pupils.

Allen smiled and stepped out with his right leg.

"I saw it."

next moment.

The leopard's head fell off.

A jet of blood shot into the air, his torso collapsed to his knees, two unexploded smoke grenades rolled to the side of his hand, while his head remained suspended in the air, tumbling and rolling.

The leopard's eyes were blank.

From the moment the Hellfire Ball was cleaved in two, his mind went blank.

The subsequent death of Grayhawk further signifies that his most proficient tactical planning was utterly crushed by Allen in a devastating and utterly devastating manner.

Rethink tactics? Are you kidding me! Is there anyone left in this camp?

1v1? At the same level, the Sword God style is stronger than the Water God style in 1v1! And Allen not only has a perfect self-created secret technique of parrying, but also knows the Silent Katana.

monster.

We cannot fight them head-on; once we escape, we can make further plans.

Fear overshadowed his fighting spirit, and without thinking, he was about to pull out the escape smoke bomb commonly used by the Qiba Sect behind him.

Then he died.

Even the silent katana didn't have time to be swung.

The sword god style of killing is often so simple and unadorned.

The next second, the light in the leopard's eyes went out.

His torso and head fell to the ground as Allen watched.

The blade pierced the air and nailed to the ground, the tip slowly carving a shallow chasm between the leopard's head and severed neck, 'splitting' the corpse.

Amidst the rustling sound of the dirt, a slightly immature, harmless voice announced the end of the hunt.

"I cut it off."

...

[Advanced by combining the techniques of the Northern God Style and the self-created secrets of the Water God Style. The level of the Northern God Style increases, and the level of the Water God Style also increases.]

[Hokushin-ryu - Upper Rank.]

[Water God Style - Saint-level.]

Smoke and dust billowed and surged, while the handwriting blended, jumped, and recombine.

[Comment: The dragon's rage ignited a raging inferno; the flames swept across, and the maned wolf didn't even have time to howl.]

Year 412 of the Kapryong calendar.

Midsummer Night.

Allen has been promoted to Water Saint.

...

...

"How come I remember Loki's exact words were 'The maned wolf wasn't even left with bones'?"

However, there were many bones on the ground.

Allen looked down at the leopard's lifeless body on the ground, stroking his chin in a speechless manner.

"These thieves are much stronger than I thought. James went to such lengths behind my back just to kill me?"

"Something feels off. I was thinking of keeping one alive to interrogate him about the details of being wanted, but unfortunately, he even pulled out a smoke bomb, so I had no choice but to kill him with the Silent Blade first. If I try to capture him alive in this situation, he might get away, and that would be a real problem."

【valid reason.】

Allen smelled the burning protein in the air and pinched his nose.

"There's no other way now. Even if there are other issues behind this, I'm sure that once I reach the King level, James won't be able to cause any trouble in the face of absolute power."

"Moreover, he may not be able to tell that I killed these people. Before, at the Crimson Dragon's Jaw, I only showed the Water God Style technique. Based on their understanding of me, it is definitely impossible for them to wipe out this group overnight."

The smoke and dust drifted in front of Allen, as if carrying a smile.

Oh? What if?

Allen turned to look at the two large craters created by the Hellfire Bomb in the distance. The area around where he had stood was intact, but the ground was littered with severed limbs and thick blood that was still flowing and spreading on the ground.

The pits on either side, which were slightly off-center, were charred black, with several burning, charred corpses scattered around the edges. As for the members of the thief gang who had been directly hit by the Hellfire Ball, they were no longer recognizable as human.

It must be said that the Grayhawk and Panther's tactical plans were quite meticulous and unexpected.

The scene was chaotic. The stronger members of the thief group approached Allen very quickly, with the obviously skilled swordsmen leading the way, while the weaker ones lagged behind.

In that case, if they were truly overthinking things, and Allen's strength was indeed only at the upper level of the Water God Stream as predicted, he would be killed in the first round of encirclement. Meanwhile, Gray Hawk could also unleash magic spells overhead or onto the lake surface beside him.

If Allen's strength truly far exceeds their understanding, then these skilled thieves who were instigated to rush forward will only become stumbling blocks for Allen.

Even if he could kill this group of people in a short time, he would be hindered by the barrier of corpses. At that time, Gray Eagle would not hesitate to throw the magic at the crowd.

It was perfect, but they didn't expect Allen to be able to unleash more than ten or twenty slashes in an instant.

They had never even seen the Twenty Slash technique before. After all, Allen had learned it from Alex Kalman Raybeck, the second king of the Northern God, who had visited the Water God's main dojo three years ago.

At the time, this guy kept trying to kidnap Allen, which scared Allen so much that he worked as a bath attendant in a brothel in the capital for half a month to avoid this unexpected turn of events. After all, he was going to Buena Village, and if there were too many unexpected events, more unpredictable things would happen later.

Allen looked at the system panel in front of him and shrugged.

"Even if James did notice, he couldn't accurately pinpoint my location. I've never revealed my intention to go to Buena village to anyone; it's a complete blind spot for them."

"At most, he might stake out me in Roya City, but even if the people he can send two years later recognize me, the lack of news during this period would probably be enough to make him lower his guard against me."

Hehe, that's true.

As the smoke and dust dissipated, Allen smiled and strode towards the distant pit, waving his arms as he went.

Both styles have been improved.

"The Water God has reached the Saint level, as expected."

"But I still feel more comfortable using the Sword God style. This style is truly unreasonable; it completely relies on talent and comprehension. It's genuinely difficult, but once you grasp the feel for it, the improvement is incredibly fast. I can somewhat understand how Kino, that overpowered character, feels."

"It's strange that Kitagawa Ryu has come to the higher-ups."

"Logically, practical fighters rely on healing spell runes for their temporary boosts. I asked the system before, and they said temporary bursts of power can't be sustained long-term and don't count. So where exactly did the boost come from? Could it be..."

Allen blinked, threw the blade in his hand, and then suddenly seemed to lose all his strength and fell face down. But the moment his face hit the ground, he slammed his hands into the ground. Under the reverse force, his fighting spirit swirled and vibrated in the muscles of his arms and waist!

The next second, Allen, still in a downward-facing position, spun around in the air and landed steadily on the ground beside him.

They retrieved the blade that had fallen from the sky.

Thanks to Allen's practical background in the Northern God Style, he grasped the essence of the Four-Legged Form after only reading it once.

"The four-legged form of the spotted leopard truly resembles that of a leopard. The Qiba School has its merits in some aspects. I've rarely seen a real person use this move before; the capital is full of swordsmen of the Water God School."

I'm still finding it very difficult to use. How can someone like me, with only four legs, even be considered an upper-level swordsman? Is it because there are too many upper-level swordsmen in the Northern God School, leading to an uneven skill level?

[Correct. The skill level of swordsmen in the Northern Divine Stream's Extraordinary Swordsmanship School varies greatly. There are even examples of those who are clearly not skilled enough but rely on underhanded means to occupy high positions. Judging from the current state of the host, he is exactly 10% below the average level of the Northern Divine Stream's upper-level swordsmen.]

Allen blinked curiously.

"Since you know the average level of a high-ranking swordsman in the Northern God School, how many high-ranking Northern God School swordsmen are there in the entire world right now?"

The smoke paused for a moment, as if it had been thinking for a while, before the handwriting changed and reorganized.

[3340 people. The Northern Divine Stream is very popular among adventurers and thieves, with a large number of members, most of whom are concentrated in the Conflict Zone.]

"Well, there's the Hokushin-ryu main dojo right next to it. What about the Kenshin-ryu?"

[827 people, mostly concentrated in the Holy Land of Swords.]

"This number is reasonable. It's basically in line with the size of the town in the Holy Land of Illiteracy. There aren't many high-level swordsmen of the Sword God School who are still out there. This place isn't too far from the Holy Land of Illiteracy, so we can still encounter a few. Further south and east, the number will only decrease. What about the Water God School?"

[4732 people. The Water God School's elite are the world's most powerful and irresistible bodyguards, and also the school with the widest following.]

"That makes sense. That's the Northern Saint."

The host should focus on the present and avoid aiming too high.

"Oh"

As Allen muttered to himself, he had already walked into the two dark pits. His feet stepped on the sticky blood on the ground again, and the dark boots that had been dried by the fire were soaked with blood once more.

He strolled over to the pile of corpse parts scattered on the ground, squatted down, and spent a long time digging through the internal organs with the blade in his hand, before finally scratching his head in frustration.

"Knives and chunks of meat are scattered all over the floor. I can't find the handle of my knife. I should have known better than to cut it into such small pieces."

He then turned to look at the deep pits on both sides, still burning with flames, and remained silent for a long time.

"Forget it, let's not look anymore. We should really leave. This magic trick is too noisy; it'll be troublesome if someone comes over soon."

As he spoke, Allen's expression darkened, and he turned to look at the woods at the edge of the camp.

The shadows of the trees swayed, and the leaves rustled. A figure emerged from the trees, his steps somewhat light, cautious, and hesitant.

Allen's pupils slowly widened, his gaze following the all-too-familiar knee-high boots to the other person's black stockings, the hem of their magic robe, their light blue braids, their heaving chest, and their thin, astonished lips.

It lingered on the deep blue pupils.

The person who came was Luo Qixi.

She was breathing heavily, covered her mouth with her hand, looked at Allen, and stopped in her tracks.

The night breeze blew between the two, but it couldn't dispel the thick stench of blood and the smell of burning human flesh.

(End of this chapter)