Crossover Anime: Starting from Jobless Reincarnation

Roya appeared beside Rudius, looking at his little brother with a blank expression.

That terrified look on his face was almost laughable, but to be fair, it did take some courage, even if not much.

The bandits looked at Roya with some horror.

The burly man at the head of the group's face darkened. He said expressionlessly, "Who are you from? This job is ours."

Without giving the other party a chance to speak, Roya said jokingly, "You've got some nerve, haven't you?"

But the kidnapper didn't care about any of that. He snarled, his face contorted with rage, "Who do you think you are, daring to touch my prey? If you want to rescue someone, you should at least consider your own capabilities!"

The black trench coat swayed gently in the breeze. Moonlight shone down, illuminating the streets, but it couldn't capture the boy's face. The magnificent black robe exuded an ancient and noble aura.

Luo Ya stood silently in place, his gaze fixed on the man who appeared fierce but was actually weak.

The man suddenly shuddered, unable to utter the curses he was about to say. At that moment, he felt as if everything about him had been seen through by the other party, and that he had nothing to hide.

Magic threads wrapped around the sword hilt, and the iron sword was thrown to the man's feet, where it plunged fiercely into the soil.

With a wave of his hand, the muddy ground returned to its original state, becoming solid ground.

Roya said expressionlessly, "I'll give you a fair chance to duel. I'll only use swordsmanship."

The burly man was starting to back down, while cursing the middle-aged steward in his heart for not being able to tie someone up properly.

Rudius was now slumped on the ground, looking relieved to have escaped a disaster. He stared blankly at Roya's back.

Alice stared at the person before her, lost in thought.

"Then, let's begin," came Roya's indifferent voice.

The burly man gritted his teeth, gripped the hilt of his sword, and pulled hard, yanking the iron sword out of the mud. He looked at Roya with a sinister gaze and shouted in a low voice to those behind him, "What are you looking at? Come at me all at once!"

The henchmen behind him exchanged glances, and finally responded in a low voice.

"Oh? Coming together? Sure, whatever you want. After all, you can't really be considered pure swordsmen." It was that calm and magnetic voice again.

Alice, however, was staring intently at the other person's waist; it didn't look like he was carrying a weapon.

Roya stepped forward slightly, his right hand still wrapped in black silk threads. But the next moment, Alice saw a magical scene.

The silk threads flowed like water, and soon a slender three-foot-long sword was formed.

The sword was entirely black, with exceptionally clear black patterns. The moment the sword materialized, Roya's aura underwent a dramatic change, transforming into a composed and elegant one. Roya took a step forward, a slight smile playing on his lips, and said, "Then, let's start with you."

Luo Ya walked towards the burly man with unhurried steps and a slow pace. It was precisely this calm and composed demeanor that enraged the burly man, who gritted his teeth and attacked Luo Ya directly.

Bei Shenliu is the kind of guy who likes to use underhanded tricks. Bei Shenliu has already reached the peak of the intermediate level, but this level is not even worthy of being mentored by Luo Ya.

When the man rushed in front of him, his muscles bulged and his aura reached its peak, and he thrust fiercely at Luo Ya.

The man's sword was sinister and unpredictable. Although he was tall, his real trump card was his rapier. He deliberately made a swinging motion to confuse Luo Ya and make him think that his attack was a powerful and heavy strike.

But the man in black only took a slight step to the right, and the man's lightning-fast rapier missed its mark. Then, the man felt a sudden pain in his heart, his consciousness began to fade into darkness, and he collapsed to the ground.

The three bandits, who had been charging forward, suddenly stopped. Seeing their leader lying on the ground with a resentful expression, they swallowed hard and began to retreat.

"One move, one move and he's dead?"

They looked at each other in disbelief.

It's unclear who shouted "Run!" but the three of them scattered and rushed out of the street.

"Heh." With a flick of his finger, the three who had been running wildly were instantly separated from each other, and three black threads, stained with crimson blood, slowly dripped onto the ground in the night.

"Boring." Roya curled his lip and looked at Rudius behind him.

Before Rudius could speak, Alice stepped forward and bowed deeply to Roya, saying, "Thank you for saving us."

If possible, could you please give me a small tip? It doesn't have to be much, just a dollar or two would be fine.

Chapter 73 Fight again

Luo Ya was slightly surprised that the other party would show such politeness, but he remained calm and composed on the surface.

But then an angry shout rang out from the end of the road: "Are you the kidnapper?"

A swift figure dashed dozens of feet away in the blink of an eye; who else could it be but Kyrie Il?

Alice was about to explain when Roya interrupted her, looking at Kyrie with a smile and saying, "Yes, so what?"

Without a word, Gilead drew his sword, and his violent aura crashed down on Roya like a tidal wave. His speed even increased again, and Gilead's body turned into three afterimages that disappeared from the spot, rushing to Roya in the blink of an eye.

Roya shoved Alice aside and looked at Kyrie Irvine with interest. His magnetic and weathered voice came through: "A very strong presence. You're quite good. You deserve my attention."

Kyrie Irvine didn't speak; all she wanted to do was tear the person in front of her to pieces.

The enormous sword hurtled towards Roya with incredible speed, producing a series of sonic booms and causing the atmosphere to groan in despair.

Roya's lips curled up. Is this Kyrie Il's true strength?

However, he wasn't just good at swordsmanship.

The moment Gilead stepped within five feet of Roya, countless threads began to spread from the ground.

In that instant, everything here became Roya's domain.

The magic in the air, the magic spreading across the ground—at this moment, this region had become his domain.

And here, no one can defeat him, not even the Sword King!

The magical light gathered in Roya's right hand suddenly surged, becoming an incomparably dazzling black luster, a luster even darker than the night. The ancient sword exuded a strong aura of ominousness, yet this very aura made Roya's body appear even larger.

Roya suddenly swung his sword, and the magic sword collided with Gilead's full-force attack. A vast and powerful force was transmitted to Gilead. Almost instantly, Gilead's body was forced back several steps, the bricks and tiles were crushed to pieces, and deep footprints were left in the soil.

When Gilead regained his balance, he looked at the spot where Roa had been standing with a horrified expression.

Luo Ya remained motionless, standing there in place.

The demonic sword in his hand gleamed with a deep, cold light; its pitch-black luster was like a bottomless black hole, swallowing all light.

Roya stood there quietly, and at this moment, Roya was like a god. The ominous aura of the demonic sword and the terrifying pressure emanating from Roya gave Gilead a feeling of invincibility.

Suddenly, Roya raised his left hand and snapped his fingers.

Gilead's heart skipped a beat. Her powerful intuition made her instinctively dodge to the right. This one move saved Gilead from certain death, and the spot where Gilead had been standing was completely wrapped in silk threads.

Those were jet-black threads formed from gathered magic. The dense threads seemed to have come from nowhere, and the area where Gilead was originally located was completely destroyed by the threads formed from magic. This sight made Gilead's eyelids twitch.

Alice, who was watching anxiously from the side, shouted, "Master Kyrie, stop hitting me! This uncle saved me!"

Upon hearing this, Luo Ya raised an eyebrow. Good heavens, when did he become an uncle?

Rudius looked at the man in black robes before him with a puzzled expression.

There were very few people who could step in to rescue them at this time, and even fewer who knew about the plan. Roya was one of them.

Moreover, that standard magic sword and that abyss-like tide of magic power almost made Rudeus subconsciously think of his older brother.

This almost led Rudius to believe that the other party was very likely to be Roja.

What is he doing? Did he decide to try it tonight since he didn't try it this morning?

Just as Rudius was still deep in thought, Roja snapped his fingers again.

The area within several hundred meters of Roya was completely enveloped in magic.

Rudius subconsciously looked down at the ground, his lips twitching slightly.

At the same time, I couldn't help but think to myself, "This guy has gotten even stronger."

Dark magic completely sealed off this area. Roya continued in a steady voice, "Powerful swordsman, your sword is quite good, but it's not enough. Let me show you what true power is."

Roya began moving towards Gilead's location. Actually, Roya's ability to withstand Gilead's slashes wasn't due to his exceptional physical abilities; it was simply a matter of overwhelming the enemy with the Demon Sword.

With each step Roya took, the surrounding magic would change accordingly, and a huge, dark phantom would appear behind Roya.

It was a five-meter-tall, pitch-black figure. With each step Roya took forward, the pitch-black figure became more solid, exuding a faint, majestic divinity. Pitch-black demonic flames began to burn continuously, spreading from Roya's clothes, and even the phantom began to burn with these pitch-black flames.

Magic surged wildly towards Roya like a tidal wave, and the powerful pressure made Kyrie Ian tremble with fear.

No, we can't go on like this.

Kyrie Irvine became obsessed with gains and losses, preparing to burn his life force in a life-or-death struggle.

As for what Alice said, I'm sorry, the wind was too strong, I didn't hear it.

But Roya's forward steps suddenly stopped, and the vast and imposing phantom of the demon god halted behind him.

Kyrie Il-sharp gripped the hilt of his sword tightly with both hands, concentrating all his power into a single strike. If his opponent took another step forward, he would witness the terrifying power of the Sword King's life-or-death struggle.

Roya silently watched Kyrie Il. The dark flames swayed gently in the breeze, spreading and burning in all directions along the air. However, unlike ordinary flames, they did not spread wildly, but always remained at a fixed distance.

The demonic flames burned silently, devouring everything tangible around them without a sound.

Roya stared at Kyrie Il, the oppressive aura emanating from the demonic phantom was almost tangible. Faced with that overwhelming pressure, even Kyrie Il's expression turned grave.

Kyrie Irwin didn't make a move because she wasn't sure if she could defeat her opponent, so the two remained locked in a stalemate.

Kyrie Irgen's entire power converged into one point. The sword in Kyrie Irgen's hand was one of the seven great swords in the hands of the Sword God, named Hiramune. It was one of the 48 demonic swords made from the bones of the Dragon King, a single-edged sword that could emit an eerie red light, and its attack power against metal and spirits was greatly enhanced.

Kyrie Io's aura flowed naturally and seamlessly throughout his body, yet it was precisely this demeanor that made Roya take a second look at him.

Roya took a step forward expressionlessly, but even with such a simple step, the hairs on Kyrie Irvine's body stood on end, and his right hand trembled uncontrollably.

Roya raised the demon sword in his right hand, and the demon god phantom that appeared five meters behind him also raised the sword. The magic power wrapped around the sword almost made Kyrie Irwin tremble with fear. She had never seen such a vast and powerful magic power.