I let the genie out of the bottle

"Paul, it seems you've always been hoping I'll forgive you?"

Under these circumstances, the question seems rather tricky.

The knight, seemingly fearless of death, was actually only hoping for the king's leniency.

Paul Brantley knelt on the ground, a slight hesitation on his face, as if he were considering how to answer the question without angering the capricious king.

However, Lu Ye didn't seem to be waiting for his reply.

"So you know, you magic societies are really interesting!"

As he spoke, he slowly sat back down in his seat, reverting to his lazy and listless posture.

“Paul… no, Paul Brantley,” he began slowly.

"In any case, I have witnessed your courage."

"I have also witnessed your wisdom."

"Then, as I said before, I will naturally not make things difficult for you."

"After all, I've already said that no matter how you handle it, I won't pursue it."

“Your Majesty, you mean…” Paul Brantley was momentarily stunned.

The burly knight could hardly believe his ears.

He hadn't expected that this matter would be resolved so easily.

Perhaps, this king is special.

Unlike all other god-slayers.

"What? Paul, do you perhaps want me to take back what I said?" Lu Ye frowned, his gaze turning slightly cold.

“No, not at all—” Paul Brantley quickly denied.

However, he stopped before he could finish speaking.

Because the king before him had obvious anger in his eyes.

Although the first feeling was fear, just like the first reaction of a lamb when it encounters an angry lion.

However, he immediately realized that the anger was not directed at him.

The next moment, he learned exactly what had angered the king.

"Hahaha, this is it, isn't it? Hahahaha!" Hearty laughter quickly grew louder as it approached.

"Your Majesty, the King of Swords, please wait—" At the same time, there were also panicked voices outside trying to dissuade them.

"Hahahaha, I can already feel it! This immense aura of magical power... I feel like I'm facing a rebellious god. Without a doubt, this is my new kin!"

"Hey, you unfamiliar magician, don't get in my way!"

A sharp, sword-like aura emanated from outside.

Coupled with the magic power that far exceeded that of ordinary magicians, Lu Ye immediately realized who the newcomer was.

Who else, besides the sixth god-slayer, the true master of Italy, Salvatore Toni, meets these conditions?

“My new kinsman, it’s too much trouble to let him in. Well then, let’s just use this trick to greet him.”

The aura of magic erupted outside.

Immediately following was the sound of loudly reciting the power of words.

That power of words manifests the authority of God.

"I will not allow anything I cannot cut to exist!"

"This sword can cleave and cut through everything on earth; it is an invincible blade, both in heaven and on earth!"

Then, in just a moment.

Like tofu being sliced ​​open by a sharp blade, this sprawling mansion was cut open.

Chapter Forty-Four: I Have a Sword, Please Savor It!

"Boom!" The house, which had been cut diagonally, slowly collapsed due to the loss of its load-bearing capacity.

Seconds later, with a series of collapses, this valuable residential area was reduced to ruins.

"Cough cough cough." As the dust slowly settled, several magicians struggled to crawl out from under the rubble.

To be caught off guard by the sudden attack of the god-slayers and to be able to survive is already a blessing.

Compared to their colleagues who had just been cut in half without any resistance, they really had nothing to complain about.

Even if the other party only used their power tentatively, being able to survive the aftershocks is something to brag about for a lifetime.

Outside the ruins, a blond-haired youth held a sword in one hand, casually draped it over his shoulder, and wore a bright smile.

Without a doubt, that seemingly all-consuming strike just now came from him.

The god-slayer stood loosely, casually swinging his sword. He didn't look imposing at all, making him seem less like a swordsman and less like a fierce god-slayer. Instead, he looked like a thug carrying a baseball bat, causing trouble and getting into fights everywhere.

Of course, if he is a thug, then he must be the biggest thug boss in the world.

However, this thug leader is none other than the world's sixth god-slayer, the Sword King Salvatore Tony, a madman whose eyes are only on swords.

At the same time, it was also the nominal leader of all the magic societies in Italy, protecting this place from the invasion of disobedient gods.

"Hey? Where is he? I felt him just now!"

Upon realizing that he had lost track of his kinsman, Wang Dongni took the sword off his shoulder, his tone slightly displeased.

He had heard that there were traces of a disobedient god in a certain place, so he rowed his boat there. However, the boat capsized unexpectedly, so he had to swim there. After a lot of hardship, he finally arrived there and found out that it was a false rumor.

Although he didn't care about such things at all, after all, he was the kind of person who would fight if there was a fight, and would find a way to fight if there wasn't one.

However, running over there with high spirits only to find that your fighting spirit has nowhere to go is a rather unpleasant feeling. It's like being on a pink app watching Teacher Mao Yu Niu Ru's work when you are suddenly told that the app has crashed.

Therefore, upon hearing that a new god-slayer brethren had been born and had even taken over his territory, he immediately rushed back at full speed.

Don't get me wrong, it's not anger, it's just excitement.

He didn't really care about his own territory.

What he cared more about was whether he could have a good, satisfying fight with his fellow new student.

Now that the other party has taken over my territory, no matter what I do, I guess no one will bother me anymore, right?

He even secretly wondered whether, after winning, he should deliberately say that he had actually lost, thus revealing his trump card to this fellow new student.

In this way, I can continue to fight against this newborn comrade under the pretext of reclaiming the territory.

However, this idea only flashed through my mind for a moment.

After all, in a battle, you either win or you lose.

Anyway, once I win, that fellow countryman will eventually come after me, and then we can have another fight.

"Hey, my compatriot, your name is Lu Ye, right? Come out and have a fair fight with me."

The Sword King brandished his sword with a mixture of excitement and restlessness, a bright, sunny smile on his face.

Then, just as he was feeling excited, a strong sense of threat suddenly spread throughout his body.

May die—

He was very familiar with this feeling.

Whether facing a disobedient god, battling that old man from Western Europe, or confronting that woman from China—

He felt no fear whatsoever; the only sensation he could feel was excitement.

For a god-slayer, the threat of death, something that ordinary people would avoid at all costs, is merely a greeting.

"very good--"

The Sword King's body trembled slightly with excitement.

I thought I was just here to teach a junior member of my clan, but I never expected that this junior would bring me such a big surprise.

It seems we are facing a battle beyond our wildest imagination today.

He smiled from the bottom of his heart.

The power of the curse surged within his body.

Such a threatening attack must mean that the other party has used their power, right?

As a senior, I can't be impolite!

----

"What a beast."

On a rooftop in the distance, Lu Ye sat casually, his gaze indifferently fixed on Wang Dongni, who was swaggering around in the ruins of the mansion.

Upon realizing that he and the entire estate had been attacked by the Sword King with his power, he skipped the process of running away and instantly arrived at the rooftop.

Although he appeared quite calm on the surface, Lu Ye was actually quite annoyed inside.

First of all, Lu Ye is a very organized person, so he really hates being interrupted when he is doing something.

Although he had long anticipated that the Sword King would come, or rather, he had deliberately lured the Sword King here.

Moreover, he hates it when others destroy his things.

The fact that the other party had destroyed his residence with a single sword strike before they even met made him quite unhappy.

Humans possess a thing called possessiveness.

When an item completely belongs to him and is marked by him, then that item becomes his possession, his fists and feet—or rather, it has become a part of him.

This feeling wasn't obvious before, but after coming to this other world and gaining power, this side of him no longer needed to be hidden.

"so--"

Cause and effect are interconnected.

A golden sword, formed from immense divine power, appeared in his hand.

The magic contained within this sword was several times stronger than the one he had used to intimidate those magicians before.

Moreover, the divine power of Mars was added, giving it a sharp edge; and the divine power of the Hunnic wolf god was added, giving it a frenzied nature.

To prevent the Sword King from detecting the massive magical fluctuations during the creation of this sword, he deliberately used the ability to penetrate cause and effect, omitting the process of condensing the sword.

Immediately afterwards, he silently counted a few numbers in his mind, waiting for the cooldown time of the cause-and-effect connection to pass.

Then--

Because it is already in place!

Elimination process!

So, the result is—

The next moment, Lu Ye appeared in front of the Sword King.

Then, without any hesitation, he plunged the extremely dangerous sword in his hand into the mouth of the Sword King!

"Can I ask you to die?"

Chapter Forty-Five: A Close Call!

The ability to omit processes consumes more magic power and has a longer cooldown period as the complexity of the omitted process increases.

Otherwise, wouldn't it be wonderful if Lu Ye simply used the process of omitting the process to eliminate this fool holding a sword in front of him?

Going a step further, wouldn't it be even better to skip the process of becoming stronger altogether?

From hiding on a distant rooftop to appearing directly in front of Tony with a sword in hand and assuming an attack stance, the amount of magic required was already considerable.

If we go a step further, the process that needs to be omitted will be even more complicated, and the amount of magic power required will be so enormous that Lu Ye will find it difficult to sustain.

Therefore, Lu Ye had to settle for second best.

"Roar—"

Although he didn't understand what had happened, Salvatore Tony knew that he was almost in a desperate situation, and immediately let out a roar.