Even if you succeed in jobless reincarnation and time magic, you must live life to the fullest.

Liz snorted coldly.

She swung her sword with incredible precision, using the blade to block the attack.

But at this moment...

"Crack!"

The sword in Liz's hand broke in half without warning.

"What?!" Liz was stunned.

Before she could react, the swordsman suddenly raised his arm.

As he moved, Liz was instantly enveloped in a mist, and a burning stinging sensation shot through her eyes.

The swordsman then launched a flying kick.

"Pfft!"

Liz felt a sharp pain in her abdomen.

She was kicked flying, rolling several times on the ground before coming to a stop.

She staggered to her feet, her slender arms supporting her weight, but before she could regain her balance, she felt a sharp pain in her abdomen.

She looked down and noticed that blood was seeping from her abdomen.

That guy's feet...

There are hidden weapons!

Liz's lips twitched as she clutched her injured abdomen, while looking down at her right hand.

The sword in my hand is now just the hilt and half of the blade.

The sword is broken.

How can this be?

The force just now couldn't possibly have broken the sword, no matter what, unless the sword itself had been tampered with...

"..."

Liz turned to look at Lyca in surprise.

But then he saw that the latter had somehow walked up behind Boris, his face full of apology.

"I'm sorry, Liz, I didn't really want to help him."

"But he gave too much."

Lyca chuckled twice and said, "So, you'd better just obediently submit to Young Master Boris."

Liz was completely stunned.

"That's it."

Boris shrugged and chuckled, "Miss Liz, since your best friend has said so, why don't you consider it?"

"...There's nothing to consider."

Liz took a deep breath.

She forced herself to stand up straight despite the stinging pain, her expression growing increasingly cold.

"You damned nobles only disgust me. If you want to kill me, then come and try."

Boris laughed and said, "We can't kill him. What's the point of killing a corpse? It's more interesting when it's alive."

Liz's expression grew even more disgusted.

The swordsman ignored him and simply gripped his sword again and stepped forward.

His swordsmanship bears the influence of both the Kenshin-ryu and Hokami-ryu styles, making it unpredictable and difficult to counter.

Liz took a deep breath.

That attack had almost left her unable to stand up.

She knew she was doomed to lose, but she refused to give up.

Just as she was preparing to strike first.

A figure as vibrant as flame suddenly blocked her path.

Liz's eyes widened instantly.

“Yars…why would you…”

She instinctively covered her mouth.

"Huh? Where did you come from, kid?"

Boris frowned; he hadn't expected anyone to suddenly intervene.

Jars didn't answer, he just stared straight at him.

"My father once said..."

"In this world, only betrayal and deception are intolerable."

Ars's cold gaze burned like a torch, as if it wanted to set everything ablaze.

"Boris, you're going to die!"

Side Story: The Tale of Ars (22)

"To die?"

"You want me to die?"

"Hahaha, stop joking!"

Boris simply burst into laughter at Yars's angry declaration of death.

"You? Who do you think you are!"

"You'd better get out of my way and not get in my way! Or I'll kill you!"

Boris rebuked him without any politeness.

"Really? Then let's give it a try."

As he spoke, Yars drew his sword from his waist.

His calm expression revealed no emotional fluctuations, but anyone could sense that beneath that calm surface lay a surging torrent of magma about to erupt.

"Wait, Jars!"

Liz panicked instantly.

She didn't know why she felt flustered.

She instinctively grabbed Jars' arm and pleaded, "Jars, this has nothing to do with you, you should run!"

"No, it has something to do with me."

"what?"

"Because I like you."

"Yalstein said naturally."

Liz was stunned for a moment upon hearing this, then her face turned red and she was speechless for a long time.

On the contrary, a deep smile appeared on Boris's lips.

His gaze toward Yars was full of amusement.

"Hehehe..."

"So that's how it is. The kid that Leica was talking about who's been hanging around Liz lately is you."

"I've changed my mind. I'm going to cut off your hands and feet!"

"And then~ hehehe~ I'm going to fuck Liz until she's completely out of her mind right in front of you, so you can watch your beloved girl being humiliated and be powerless to do anything about it, hehehe~~"

Boris licked his lips with a contorted expression, his desire undisguised in his eyes.

"wishful thinking!"

Liz glared at him fiercely and gritted her teeth, saying, "I'd rather kill myself than be defiled by a disgusting guy like you!"

"Then there's no other way. We'll have to make do with the corpses," Boris said regretfully.

"you……"

Liz was stunned.

Although she had long known that nobles were not good people, she never expected them to be this disgusting.

She struggled to grip the sword tightly, trying to think of a solution.

But just then, Yars reached out and pressed down on her shoulder.

“Leave this to me,” Jars said.

"no!"

Liz said anxiously, "I don't know what school of swordsmanship that guy is, but he's definitely at least at an advanced level!"

"With your swordsmanship skills, you're no match for him!"

"Give me your sword, I'll buy you time, as long as you can escape from here..."

However, no matter what Liz said, Ars had already pointed his sword at the swordsman in front of him.

"Oh? Not bad, Sword God Style?" the swordsman said.

"Sword God Style?"

Liz was taken aback by what she heard.

How could it be the Sword God style? Ars should be a lower-level swordsman of the Water God style...