Jobless Reincarnation: The King with a Mental Problem

Yes, she stood ramrod straight, with a serious look in her eyes, like a blue rose that was too serious.

Simply put, she's a little beauty.

There seems to be another blue-haired princess who is also very beautiful. It's just that in this world, apart from Nina, all the blue-haired people are beauties.

No, Nina isn't ugly, provided she doesn't have that crooked mouth...

wrong!

Now is not the time to think about this!

The main task now is to salvage the reputation that Old Deng just made!

Wang, with a crooked smile!

With the left hand behind the back and the right hand raised, the hand is used as a knife.

"The Flash Sword Saint—Jacks Magis!"

Izuru's expression changed for a moment, from confusion to offended anger, and she gripped her sword tighter.

"You won't draw your sword," she said in a low voice, "do you think I'm not worthy?"

"I'm the kind of person who really values ​​fairness. Would you take a toddler's life seriously?"

A low murmur rippled through the surrounding crowd.

Awesome! Now all I have to do is beat this little girl to a pulp with my bare hands! I'll regain all the face I've lost!

Izelti bit her lip, took a deep breath, and readjusted her stance.

"Then please... prove it to me."

"Okay, then I'll prove it to you."

She is indeed more serious than before.

The sword no longer hesitated, each strike aimed at vital points—throat, wrist, and inside of the knee.

She unleashed a variety of techniques, fast and dense, the sword tip weaving a silver net in the air.

but......

Am I still too young?

The Water God Style is a defensive and counter-attacking style. Its first-strike moves are not particularly strong, and even verbal battles are part of the Water God Style.

She lost from the very beginning.

He dodged a sudden thrust by sidestepping, and with a gentle push of his left palm on the back of her sword, her sword deflected.

She quickly stepped back to create distance and readjusted her stance. Her movements were so precise that her retreat perfectly matched my rhythm.

He didn't rush to pursue her, but simply stood still, one hand behind his back, using only his right palm to deal with her attacks.

Even using only battle aura and the leather armor on his arms would be enough to deal with a little guy of this level.

She launched several more attacks, each one faster than the last.

Sweat beaded on her forehead, and her blue hair swung back and forth in the wind.

But she could never touch me.

The surroundings gradually quieted down, and even Old Deng stopped shouting.

Once caught in my rhythm, I used [Flow] barehanded to deflect every attack she made.

Even in every confrontation, it felt like he was giving instructions.

The more they attacked, the more their momentum crumbled.

If I abandon the attack and prepare to counterattack, I will slowly approach her and continue to increase my distance advantage when I am unarmed.

And so a comical scene unfolded.

As soon as I, empty-handed, took a step closer to her, she, gripping her sword, took a step back.

Once she realized what she was doing, she finally stopped.

She stopped swinging her sword and stood there catching her breath for a while.

"Hmph?" Wang scoffed. "What? You're not even going to start yet, and you're already giving up?"

Then she threw the sword on the ground, slumped her shoulders, pouted, and immediately squatted down, hugging her legs and starting to cry...

Cool!!!

This is the effect I wanted!

Finally, we've found the people Old Deng lost earlier!

but......

I inexplicably sensed a murderous aura...

Is it the Water Goddess?

When Wang turned around, he discovered... it was Old Deng emanating a murderous aura...

Old Deng gritted his teeth, tensed his neck, and suppressed his...rage.

The old woman added leisurely from the side, "Why are all the disciples you taught using our Water God Style techniques?"

Her tone was calm, but it sounded as if she were sentencing me to death!

What have I been doing?

Before I could even think of how to explain, Old Deng suddenly moved!

A pair of large feet approached from afar and landed on my face—a pure, extremely high-stepping, roundhouse kick!

Wang was kicked and spun around in the air several times...

I never expected this...

Even without any formal training, I automatically learned the Shadow Lord's minor skill—Spiral Ascension Reversal Body Retreat, Blood Dance, Tornado.

Mother... Mother, please...

The humiliation they finally managed to regain has been... completely ruined again...

After a while, the healing magic was activated, and Wang finally recovered from his concussion.

What's that in the distance called... what was it called again?

She was still squatting there crying, but Nina went over to comfort her...

Nina put her arm around her shoulder and walked away while whispering something...

"ha???"

When did they become friends?

stop!

That's not what you need to think about right now!

How can we get back at them?

Having made up my mind again, I dusted myself off and stood up once more.

He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, crossed his arms again, and retorted with an even more arrogant attitude.

"Sword God, what are you dissatisfied with!?"

After a long pause, Old Deng finally managed to stammer out, "You...you...you..."

"snort!"

He shook off his cloak, then crossed his arms again, this time refusing to look at Old Deng's smug face.

Wang turned his head and looked up at the distant sky.

"I am the Sword Saint, the Flash Sword Saint—Jacks Magis!!! Did you expect me to draw my sword and fight seriously with a child? Even the Sword God himself hasn't done anything so shameful, has he?"

"I...I...I..."

"I already said it from the beginning—fair! Fair! It's all about fairness!"

Moreover, since the other party used the etiquette of a knight, how could I possibly draw my sword to bully them?

As for the Water God Style? It's just for teaching immature children!

The old water goddess remained expressionless.

Old Deng raised an eyebrow and his lips twitched, but he managed to keep his composure!

However, the people around them had already started whispering.

"......fraud."

"Are you bragging?"

"A sword saint? At that age?"

"..."

Wang sighed.

"Fine. Since you don't believe me—"

Wang stepped forward and picked up the sword that Little Blue Hair had dropped on the ground.

Wang gripped the sword with one hand, wondering—can this sword withstand the pressure?

The king raised his sword high above his head.

Very beautiful, this knife is quite exquisitely crafted, but in the end it is just a child's sword with nothing but appearance, far inferior to my sword!

As Wang stepped forward, he suddenly swung his arm rapidly, causing the sword blade to make a circular motion around his shoulder.

"Drink!"

With a shout, Wang Xiangqian stomped forward, his body weight shifting with the force of his foot as he swung his powerful arm down. The sword in his hand, imbued with the force of the blow, transformed into an incomparably sharp slash that descended from the sky!

"Snap!"

However, as the curved sword trajectory descended, a crisp, clean sound of metal tearing was heard!

As the king swung his sword, the sand and dust on the ground were swept up in the burst of energy. The blue-haired girl's beloved sword could not withstand the king's sword force and completely separated from the blade from the hilt and fell apart!

The broken sword bounced twice on the ground, making a clanging sound.

actually......

To break a sword in mid-air, besides sheer strength, Wang also employed extremely high swordsmanship skills and underhanded tactics...

First is the highly accomplished Kendo stomping movement, which involves stepping and using the waist to swing the sword to generate powerful force, causing the body to shift downwards, but the overall center of gravity remains in the middle of the body.

Then comes the swordsmanship technique of swinging the arm downwards. The body goes from an extremely relaxed state to an instant swinging motion using the shoulder joint as the axis, employing the arm and wrist to accelerate the sword by applying force.

Finally, at the precise moment during the swing of the sword, he unleashed the acceleration technique known as "within the hand."

Using his index finger as a fulcrum, Wang applies force to the hilt with the other three fingers as he presses down, generating an extremely strong grip. Even the slightest movement of the hilt is amplified onto the blade, achieving a multi-stage acceleration effect.

The combined external force and inertia, resulting from the amplification of several forces, produced a linear acceleration that caused the sword to withstand excessive shear stress, leading to its breakage.

As for underhanded tactics...

Wang did not cover the sword with battle aura...

But it's still so cool!!!

"...Tch, it's alright."

Old Deng crossed his arms, his tone still disdainful, but his chin was lower than before.

Nina's crooked smile froze on her face.

The other little blue-haired boy, who had been being comforted by Nina with her arms around his shoulder, stopped crying and turned his gaze to the broken sword on the ground.

She had stopped crying; she was just squatting there, her eyes red, staring at her broken sword, her expression like someone had trampled on her beloved toy.

It seems like... I've stepped on a landmine.

That sword... it must be expensive, right?

Wang felt a chill run down his spine.

But since things have come to this, we have no choice but to bite the bullet and keep going.

never mind......

Then we'll give her something even better...

Wang casually tossed the sword hilt aside, dusted off his hands, and turned to walk away from the crowd.

Your silhouette should be elegant, your gait graceful, and your movements should be perfectly graceful.

"……good."

It was the voice of the Water Goddess.

"You don't want to learn the Water God Style? I'll teach you myself."

cut!

"You? You want to be my master? You're not worthy."