Re:Zero - Jobless Reincarnation: Succubus Sword God? I don't recognize it!

Just like in the original book, Sylphy showed extraordinary talent for magic. In just two months, she had mastered most of the magic in the magic textbook. She is currently learning the chantless technique from Rudy.

During this period, Rudy studied some so-called tactics behind Alan's back all day long. At first, he discussed with Sylphy some possibilities of dealing with Alan, but later, after accidentally discovering that Sylphy had secretly informed Alan, he never showed any research results to him again.

June st.

After finishing breakfast, Rudy looked at Alan, then walked out the door amid cheers of encouragement.

Alan slowly helped to clean the table.

Senis looked at Alan with a smile.

"I was a little surprised to hear that you guys were going to compete. Alan, please go easy on me~"

Alan smiled. He had a good impression of Senis, probably because this person was the type that was closest to the personality traits in real life before he traveled through time. This made him feel very familiar. At the same time, she was really nice to Alan.

There is a strange feeling of warmth...home?

Although Alan doesn't quite understand the definition of home, after all, he grew up in an orphanage.

"Rudy is much stronger than you think. Instead of worrying about him, you should worry about me."

Senis looked at Alan, raised the corners of her mouth, and revealed the same weird smile as Rudy.

Alan shuddered all over.

Then I heard Senis say.

"After all, our child is a genius, and he is very well behaved~"

Alan nodded repeatedly.

"If stealing the teacher's underwear is considered a good kid."

Then, Senis smiled gently and normally, and reached out to touch the smooth hair that Alan had deliberately smoothed from his forehead to the corners of his eyes.

"Alan, you're also a genius~"

Alan blinked and looked at Senis in a daze, not knowing what to say.

Then, Senis suddenly looked gloomy and moved closer to Alan's face.

"So you won't go to the clinic again today."

Alan coughed awkwardly.

"That's definitely not the case. I know that."

Senis narrowed her eyes in question and did not comment.

"The last poisoning incident was an accident."

"Okay, I won't scare you anymore. Go ahead and be safe."

"it is good."

-

When Allen walked out of the house, Paul was already standing in the yard. He smiled at Allen, but found that the other party walked up to him and stood in front of him, with his hand on the scabbard and remained silent.

Paul asked, tilting his head in confusion.

"This is... Do we still need to continue with the fencing practice this morning?"

"want."

"Oh? Aren't you going to compete with Rudy?"

"He is still preparing for the final tactical rehearsal. I agreed not to stand by and watch. When Sylphy is ready, come back and call me."

Paul lowered his head, looked at the sword in his hand, and smiled.

"That's it."

As soon as he finished speaking, Paul's sword was unsheathed, and his figure left a shadow with the tip of the sword pointing directly at Alan's neck!

Alan's pupils suddenly contracted, and the hand holding the knife suddenly tightened the handle.

"Twenty cuts!"

Sparks flew, and Alan instantly swung his knife to knock away Paul's blade, then raised his leg and swung it towards Paul's face.

"Oh!"

The fabric of his pants was shaking in the air. Paul stretched out his hand to block his calf steadily, and squinted at Alan who had a surprised look on his face.

"No, you are still subconsciously using other styles. I don't know what technique you used for the slash, but it doesn't look like the Water God Style. The Bei Shen Style technique that I don't know. The subsequent whip kick is completely a common response technique of the Bei Shen Style."

Alan stood up with his legs retracted with a grim look on his face, then jumped back to create some distance.

Paul twisted his neck and raised the blade above his head, performing an extremely aggressive uppercut.

"If you keep using the style you are good at, your Sword God Style will never improve. I have said this countless times in the past two months, right?"

"Sorry, years of habits are hard to change."

Whenever he faced Paul's high-speed stabs, he subconsciously used his usual fighting methods to resolve the situation, which had already been contained. Before that, he had completely used the Water God Flow.

why?

Under the same level of swordsmanship, the Water God Style has a clear advantage over the Sword God Style. This is due to his subconscious tendency to seek profit and avoid harm in his past life.

Alan breathed a sigh of relief.

"Before learning the Light Return, the main way for the Sword God School to fight against the same school is to be faster than the opponent. Whoever hits the opponent first wins. In this case, you need to attack quickly."

While he was still thinking, Paul's sword suddenly attacked. He chopped on Allen's knife with one sword. As the blades rubbed against each other, his words hit Allen's heart like a pendulum.

"The sword is faster than the mind, but why do you keep thinking?!"

The blades vibrated and staggered, and the subsequent slashes pierced the air beside Allen's ear!

Chapter 33 Allen VS Paul, this is the silent sword!

Alan's pupils constricted, and the blade in his hand had no time to bend and was no longer able to block Paul's sword. He stretched out his hand, exposing a part of the hilt, and was about to use the Water God Flow - the secret of the flow, to dissolve Paul's attack.

'No! There will be no improvement!'

Alan collected the flow secret that was already in his hand, and was immediately cut by Paul at the end of the handle.

The blow mixed with fighting spirit sent him flying. He tried hard to adjust his posture and keep his feet on the ground, but even so, without the inertia of the Water God Style technique, his body still plowed a half-meter track on the ground.

But just when he steadied his body, he suddenly used his fighting spirit and the reverse impact force to throw Paul hard!

With a clang, the two sword blades hissed as they continued to saw against each other at the junction of a few centimeters.

Paul stretched out his sword to block his neck, looked at Allen who subconsciously looked at his lower body, and shouted angrily.

"Just focus on my neck. The chop looks good! But where are you looking now?!"

Alan gritted his teeth and folded his knife. The knife left an afterimage in the air and attacked the other side of Paul's neck.

But at this moment, Paul's sword was already a few centimeters in front of Alan's throat.

'No! His sword god style is faster!'

Alan stepped forward, twisted his body and dodged to Paul's side, avoiding the blade while twisting his body to let the knife cut through the air and slash at Paul's waist and ribs, but Paul's sword was able to accurately strike back and meet Allen's blade, knocking him away from him.

Alan pulled away and wanted to continue rushing forward, but Paul reached out and stopped him.

His usual playful expression disappeared and he looked at Alan with a calm face.

"Alan, adjust your breathing and calm down."

Then he pointed his free finger at the distance in front of his neck.

"Just focus on this, forget about the subsequent changes, and just keep the feeling of swinging and slashing."

"Then, cut it down. It's that simple."

Paul narrowed his eyes.

"When I count to three, you will kill me immediately. Do you understand?"

Alan took a deep breath and instantly regained his breathing.

He looked at Paul solemnly, nodded, and then closed his eyes.

Whispering in the heart.

'.Faster than thoughts'

Alan opened his eyes and looked at Paul's neck.

"it is good."

Paul looked at Alan's posture and licked his lips with interest.

"one!"

Alan lowered his waist and squatted, holding the knife with both hands.

"two."

He placed the blade at his side, extending it diagonally behind him, and with a slanting posture, focused his sight on the point just in front of Paul's neck, concentrating and calming his mind.

"S"

Alan's pupils shrank into needles as Paul's tongue pressed against his upper palate, making a friction sound!

At this moment, the light and shadows around the courtyard in sight quickly converged and turned into wisps of mist. The fluttering tracks of the leaves gradually disappeared in the mist, the sound of the wind disappeared into the nothingness between the mist, and Paul's burning gaze disappeared into the dust.

then.

Wisps of smoke dissipated into the quiet darkness. The only light remained on Paul's neck.

Then, ripples appeared in the darkness, and it was Paul's voice vibrating.

At the same time, Alan heard his own voice.

Very far away.

'.I see.'

But clear enough!

"I cut it off! !"