Re:Zero: Starting from the Great Transformation

"Is this the extent of the Water God Style?"

Heroes: 210, The Genius of the Water God School

"Is this the extent of the Water God Style?"

Such a deafening speech naturally drew the dissatisfaction of many people. Soon, a man with a gloomy face walked out of the dojo. He looked to be in his thirties or forties, with a burly build and wearing a thick layer of armor.

Seeing this person appear, many people in the crowd exclaimed in surprise.

From the voices of these people, Ron learned that this guy was the Water King.

The Water God School has many disciples, among whom are masters at the level of Water Saint and Water King. The Water Saint is considered the backbone of the school, while the Water King can be regarded as the face and person of the school.

As for the higher Water Emperor, he is a rare existence.

Will not show up easily.

What's more, most of the Water Emperors are actually in the Holy Land of Sword. There should be only one Water Emperor in charge here, and that is a direct disciple of the Water God.

Going further, the best among the Water Emperors are actually also candidates for the Water God. After all, the so-called "God" is just a title. As long as the requirements are met, it is not unreasonable for the Water Emperor to be stronger than the contemporary Water God.

Let’s get back to the present topic.

When all the Water Saints were defeated, the next to appear was naturally the Water King.

The Water King had a solemn expression on his face. Without saying a word, he drew his sword and pointed it at the woman in front of him, as if he wanted to resolve the battle as quickly as possible and put an end to this farce.

Ron mingled with the crowd, watching the excitement with great interest.

Soon, the Water King and the woman who came to challenge him started fighting.

Run to the dojo with your weapon and knock everyone down one by one.

This is what is called kicking out.

Even if the challenger's intention is simply to compete in martial arts, for a school that has opened a dojo and recruits disciples, if they fail to quickly eliminate their opponent, it will damage their reputation and reputation. Therefore, the nature of the challenge can be considered bad.

And more importantly, this guy's level is really good.

There is no need to say much about the strength of the Water King. If one can flexibly use three of the five mysteries of the Water God Flow, he will be qualified to become the Water God. This Water King can use two of them, which is a foolproof defense and counterattack, reflecting the essence of the Water God Flow to the fullest.

Even by Ron's level, this guy's Water God Style is very good.

His opponent, the woman who came to challenge him, was rather special.

The style she used was neither the Water God Style nor the Sword God Style. Although it looked somewhat similar to the Northern God Style, it was also somewhat different.

It is a sword technique that is independent of the three major schools.

Moreover, her weapon is also very special.

Although the saber is also a short weapon of the sword type, it should be classified as a greatsword in terms of size.

On the battlefield, a broadsword can often exert greater power than an ordinary one-handed sword, and a saber is a weapon designed to kill enemy horses. However, it does not have much of an advantage in one-on-one combat on the ground.

It was too late, but it was soon.

The woman who challenged the opponent held the hilt of the sword with both hands, and fine muscle lines emerged on her slender arms. She swung the astonishingly large saber with great force, forming an almost invulnerable sword wind, and launched an attack on the Water King.

A smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, and it was obvious that such a battle did not make her feel stressed.

In comparison, the Water King is under much greater pressure.

Although he did not fall as easily as the Water Saints before him, Ron could clearly see from his level that it was extremely difficult for him to block the woman's attack, let alone fight back. He was almost completely led by the nose by the other party.

Disadvantages accumulate little by little.

However, most of the people around could not tell who was winning or losing. They only saw the two men's swords clashing and fighting fiercely, followed by a burst of crackling cheers.

After all, watching the excitement is not a big deal.

This stalemate lasted for about three minutes.

Ron said to himself: It's almost done.

Then there was a slight sound, and the Water King's sword flew out of his hand. After spinning several times in the air, it pierced into the ceiling of the dojo with astonishing momentum.

next moment.

The woman placed her sword on the Water King's neck.

"The victory has been decided."

Someone shouted, and Water King gave up the idea of ​​continuing to fight and could only sigh helplessly.

After the woman picked up the sword, he stood up and bowed, saying:

"My skills are inferior to others, but the Water God Style definitely does not stop here, and I cannot represent the pinnacle of the Water God Style."

"Yeah, of course I know."

The woman pinched her waist with one hand. Her waist was very slender, originally invisible under the wide cloak, but when those small hands pinched it, the exquisite curves of her figure were immediately revealed.

She hefted the saber over her shoulder and looked around.

"So, who's next?"

"..."

No one responded, but someone came out of the dojo.

She was a young girl with a ponytail, and looked to be just an adult.

But the sword in her hand made Ron stunned.

It was a golden sword, with gold and ink forming luxurious patterns on it. Although it was not inlaid with any decorations, it looked like a work of art... However, Ron knew very well that it was not.

That sword is the sword of the water goddess Leta Lea.

It was the sword of the water goddess Leta four hundred years later, but now it was held in the hands of a young girl.

"That sword actually has such a long history..."

Ron muttered.

the other side.

After seeing the girl appear, the woman who challenged the opponent immediately took the saber from her shoulder, pointed the blade at the girl, and assumed her stance.

Completely different from the previous Water King and Water Saint.

The girl had a completely different sense of oppression from those people.

It even makes people ignore her young age.

"Water Emperor, Phylence."

The girl said softly.

And the moment she finished speaking.

"Shh-"

The two men attacked at the same time.

It was neither a one-sided battle as imagined, nor was it overly stalemate.

The girl's slender arms swung the delicate golden sword, seemingly without any effort, but she had the upper hand from the very first move of the fight.

Neither speed nor strength.

But swordsmanship.

His swordsmanship was so natural and impeccable that every move he made was filled with profound insights.

The essence of the Water God Style emerged naturally in her hands.

In a blink of an eye, the two sides had fought for more than ten rounds.

"Shh-"

Accompanied by a flash of golden sword light.

The saber in the woman's hand was almost bounced away, and she staggered back a big step.

The hood that originally covered most of her face had been torn to pieces at some point, revealing a delicate and slightly childish face underneath.

That was obviously a face different from that of humans.

Slender ears, bright red eyes...

Long-eared tribe?

"Wow--"

Everyone looked at her in surprise, took a few steps back at the same time, and started talking to her.

The Great Forest, the habitat of the Long-Eared Tribe, is an alliance led by the Beast Tribe, and in other words, should be classified as a faction of the Demon Tribe. At this sensitive time, the appearance of a Long-Eared Tribe in the largest human town is bound to cause a stir.

However, race does not fully represent one's stance.

Just like the dragon clan, although Urpe, as the Dragon God, participated in this war, he himself could not represent the position of the dragon clan, and Laplace had no intention of involving the few remaining dragon clan members.

When the girl from the long-eared tribe saw that her identity was exposed, she simply tore off her cloak completely, revealing her slender and tall figure.

She glanced at her slightly trembling wrist and couldn't help laughing.

"There are so many heroes in this world. I've really learned a lot today."

"I lost."

She admitted defeat calmly and had no intention of making trouble.

It seemed like he really just came here to exchange sword skills.

Water Emperor Philence glanced at her lightly, then retracted his gaze and turned to look at the people watching outside the dojo.

"Anyone else wanting to spar with me in swordplay?"

Ferrens asked.

Her voice was very soft, but it could be heard very clearly in the noisy environment, as if it had some kind of magic.

Naturally, no one responded.

Anyone could see that although this girl was young, her swordsmanship had almost reached the realm of God.

Standing up and challenging is just asking for trouble.

in the crowd.

Ron rubbed his chin.

Such a young Water Emperor, in other words, is a so-called genius.

There are geniuses in every era.

There are countless heroes in the world, especially among humans. Under the large-scale population iteration effect, it is normal for a few geniuses to appear occasionally.

Then again.

Water God Flow...

It seemed like he had hardly ever had any sparring sessions with the masters of the Water God School.

I have previously studied the Sword God Style from Garl.

As for Bei Shenliu, he also learned a lot from Atofi.

Only the Water God School, apart from the basics Orsted had taught him, had almost entirely figured things out on his own. In other words, it was a self-taught approach, and it was hard to say what level he had reached.

Thinking of this, Ron patted the shoulders of the people in front of him.

"Please move aside, it's my turn to fight."

Heroes: 211, Water God Style

With the Water Emperor Ferens's move, the battle finally came to an end.

The long-eared girl wielding the saber frankly admitted defeat.

The rest is the internal affairs of the Shuishenliu.

Just when everyone thought this farce was over and was about to disperse...