No job: Check the cards, Loki, are there any problems with the cards?

"A lower-ranking swordsman?"

"You're right, I'm not a low-level swordsman, but I think I'm more than capable of dealing with a weakling like you."

"Oh! Right."

"Listen up, the person who's going to defeat you is Rudius Grellat!"

"........."

At this moment, Izuru's forehead was covered in black lines. Originally, her plan was just to let the newcomer, Roger, experience the power of the Water God Style.

However, upon hearing Rogge's arrogant and conceited words, Izuru's narrowed eyes suddenly flashed with a cold light.

Those familiar with Isoruti know this.

This is the expression Izoruti only makes when she's very serious.

When Izzo heard Roger still babbling on and on, she finally couldn't take it anymore.

"Shut up!"

"Shut up!"

"Shut up!"

"It's so noisy."

"You brat! You're not just all talk, are you? Remember this: the person who defeated you is called Izoruti, the woman destined to become the water goddess."

"Water God?"

"Small breasts, but big mouth, huh? Well then, I'll tell you too!"

"From now on... I've changed my mind. At first, I wanted to become the Sword God, but now... I think being the Water God isn't bad either. It's just that the Water God seems to be much lower in rank than the Sword God."

"Otherwise, why isn't the God of Water ranked among the Seven Great Powers? How strange... really strange."

These last few words seemed to have truly touched a raw nerve with Isorti.

We revere the water god.

Making progress little by little towards the goal of becoming the water god…

From childhood to adulthood, she has always strived to become the Water Goddess.

Every day, every second...

She persevered tirelessly in her quest to become the Water Goddess, constantly honing her swordsmanship and diligently practicing at the dojo from dawn till dusk.

It is all for the purpose of becoming a water god one day.

but.

This person, right in front of her, used such a casual, joking attitude to say that he wanted to be a water god for fun. To Izuru, this was no less than a direct hit to her face.

hateful!

What exactly did this person take his will of water for?

Forget about their defense and counter-attack.

Izuru's heart was now burning with rage, despite having undergone rigorous Water God Style training and being able to suppress it.

But at this moment, Izuru really didn't want to hold back, after all, the Water Saint was playing against a newcomer, and the advantage was in my hands.

Seeing that Izuru didn't say a word... she charged at him!

Eh?

No?

Aren't you a Water God Swordsman?

Why does it seem like it's the same as the Sword God style swordsman?

You should know that the Water God style is best at playing defensive counter-attacks, while this kind of all-out rushing style is clearly the Sword God style.

When Rogge saw Isorti charging towards him with her sword, he was completely dumbfounded.

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Chapter 41 One Slash Shatters the Water God's Dream.

The outcome of the battle was predetermined from the very beginning.

Izoruti is very confident.

Not to mention that her swordsmanship is already unmatched among her peers, and she has earned the title of Water Saint at a young age, not to mention that her opponent is just a novice swordsman who looks like he has just started learning.

However, the next second, just as Izuru was full of confidence and swung her sword to defeat her opponent.

But what Izuru never expected was...

Roger simply turned slightly to the side, in a slow motion, and the knife that should have hit him precisely grazed the corner of his clothes, without even touching a single hair.

Before Izoruti could react, Roger's lips curled into a smile: "With this level of skill, you dare to call yourself the Water Saint? You're far inferior to me."

Have you said enough?

“Now it’s my turn.” Izuru gritted her teeth and swung her sword down again.

However, no matter how she attacked.

Swift sword, feint, change of direction, sweeping attack...

Rogge strolled leisurely, as if taking a leisurely walk in a courtyard.

He seemed to be able to read all her moves in advance; every dodge was perfectly timed, and every movement was precise.

In just a few rounds, Izoruti's forehead was already beaded with cold sweat, and her initial confidence was starting to falter.

hide?

They all dodged it?

How can it be?

This person can actually predict my every move in advance, to this extent...

Is this really a rookie swordsman?

Izuru couldn't help but begin to have doubts.

"...You dare to be distracted while fighting me?"

Rogge's voice suddenly rang in her ears. Izuru's pupils contracted; it was too late to react.

A sharp pain shot through my chest.

Immediately afterwards, she flew backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily into the wall behind her with a dull thud.

Izuru clutched her chest, her face filled with disbelief: "How is this possible? You defeated me with just one strike! Who... who are you?"

Rogge remained calm, his tone nonchalant: "Didn't I already say? I am Rudius Greirat."

"Rudius Greirat!"

Izuru's face was solemn, and the look in her eyes when she looked at Rogge had completely changed.

The force, angle, and timing of that blow that sent her flying...

This is something no novice swordsman could possibly wield.

"Although you went easy on me just now, I'm not the kind of person who gives up easily."

"Again!"

At this moment, Isorti finally put aside all her contempt and stared intently at her opponent, gripping the wooden sword tightly with both hands and assuming the standard Water God Style stance.

She dared not be so arrogant again.

He originally thought he had the victory in his grasp, that it would be an easy task for him, the Water Saint, to deal with a boy who looked so much younger than himself.

They took the initiative to attack, but unexpectedly almost suffered a setback.

Although she didn't quite understand why he suddenly stopped his attack, Izuru didn't think that if he adopted the Water God Style stance, he could easily defeat her.

After all, he's a water saint!

And so, Izuru stood still in her defensive stance, and from now on... no matter how much the other party mocked her, she planned to remain calm.

however……

Roger ignored her defenses and walked towards her step by step. He walked very slowly, but with each step, the oppressive feeling emanating from him became more intense.

It felt as if an invisible mountain was slowly pressing down on her, and at one moment, she even felt the same sensation she had only experienced when facing her grandmother, the water goddess Leda, in Rogge.

It was a feeling of powerlessness that arose from a huge gap in strength.

"No! Impossible... I am the Water Saint, I can definitely win."

Izuru focused intently, and instinctively leaped backward.

Without realizing it... she couldn't sense the other person's presence at all, as if they had evaporated into thin air.

The person suddenly vanished before her eyes.