Reincarnation without a job, you have to live seriously even if you succeed in time magic

"As expected of my holy-level healing magic, the God of Thunder has really thought it through." Warif said with a smile.

Liz tugged the collar upwards.

"Who's next?" Warif asked around.

However, not many people came forward this time.

Obviously, the scene where Liz failed just now made many people a little scared.

Although there is a holy-level healing magic circle, if it hits a vital point directly, such as the head or heart, it may be impossible to recover.

Boris was even more frightened and couldn't help but said: "I said this thing is too dangerous and cannot be used at all! It's better to send it back to where it came from!"

"It makes sense."

"It's indeed dangerous."

As soon as Boris spoke, many people immediately responded.

Liz frowned slightly.

Just when she was about to speak, a figure as bright as flame suddenly appeared out of the crowd.

"Let me try." The red-haired boy said.

Liz turned her head and looked over in surprise.

She soon recognized him as the young man who was practicing his sword alone in the yard yesterday.

He walked out solemnly and stood in the center of the simulation training room without hesitation.

"Very good." Warrif smiled appreciatively, and then immediately pressed the start button.

"Shhhh-"

The black metal rod was shot towards the red-haired boy.

The red-haired boy immediately began to swing his sword, deflecting all the incoming black metal rods.

"Ok?"

Liz's eyes narrowed slightly, and she quickly discovered something was wrong with the red-haired boy's swordsmanship.

A little too "straight".

The primary purpose of Suigami style swordsmanship is to block incoming attacks.

After all, it is a swordsmanship with excellent defensive properties.

But the red-haired boy's swordsmanship was too straightforward. To put it simply, it lacked variety.

Too much offensiveness, not enough defensiveness.

"Can this also be regarded as the swordsmanship of the Water God style?" Liz frowned slightly, finally recalling the sense of disobedience she felt when she saw him practicing his sword yesterday.

The red-haired boy's swordsmanship was not pure.

At the very least, it is not a pure water god flow, but there are vague shadows of other schools mixed in.

Liz has only been exposed to the water god flow, so she cannot make an accurate judgment.

But no doubt.

The red-haired boy's swordsmanship was not authentic.

As time goes by, this becomes more and more obvious.

The time came to 4 minutes.

The rate of fire of the magic items suddenly increased, and the attacks that were originally barely able to be dealt with became chaotic.

Suddenly, a black metal rod shot out from the corner and stabbed into the red-haired boy's waist.

"Can't stop it."

Liz shook her head secretly.

She judged that with the red-haired boy's swordsmanship, it would be too late to get back on guard.

But at the next moment, something magical happened.

Just before the black metal rod was about to hit, the red-haired boy's body speed suddenly accelerated, as if it turned into light at that moment.

Before Liz could react, the red-haired boy had moved about two centimeters out of thin air.

The black metal rod that was bound to hit the target failed because of this.

"This is……"

Liz couldn't help being stunned.

She even thought she was wrong.

The speed of the body is actually faster than the sword?

How is this possible?

But soon this scene happened again.

As the speed of the black metal rod gradually increased, there were more and more attacks that the red-haired boy could not block, and he had to move his body to avoid the attacks.

So Liz saw this magical scene again and again.

"So fast..."

Liz couldn't help but click her tongue. This was almost beyond her imagination.

But at this moment, a dissatisfied voice came from behind her.

"Stop!"

"Crack!"

The machine suddenly stopped functioning.

The red-haired boy who was nervously facing the incoming black metal rod was suddenly stunned.

Warrif rushed directly to him.

"Why are you running away?"

Warriff stared at him, frowning.

"Of course you have to dodge unstoppable attacks," the red-haired boy said with some dissatisfaction.

"Wrong! Big mistake!"

Warif said seriously: "Even if you can dodge the attack, what if there is a loved one behind you who you must protect? Can she also dodge like you?"

"This..." The red-haired boy was speechless.

"The key to Suishin-ryu is to block all incoming attacks, or even go further, to completely block the opponent's movements. Only then can it be called Suishin-ryu. If you can't do that, you can't give in even if you sacrifice your own life. Half a step.”

Warriff raised his voice, looked around and said, "As a swordsman of the Water God style, I will never allow such cowardly behavior!"

The red-haired boy listened blankly.

In a trance.

He seemed to have remembered something and understood something.

Extra: The Story of Ars (8)

The red-haired boy was severely scolded by Teacher Warif.

In the end, he took the initiative to admit his mistake, and the matter was settled.

After training, Liz returned to the dojo to continue training.

Before I knew it, the sun had set.

"Liz! Let's go home?"

Laika came bounding over, took Liz's arm and said.

Liz shook her head and said, "You can go back by yourself first. I want to practice for a while."

"Eh? Will it be different if we practice tomorrow?" Laika asked doubtfully.

"Different."

"I don't understand."

Liz smiled and didn't explain anything more.

"If I really can't do anything to you, I'll leave first. See you tomorrow!"

Laika waved her hand, turned around and walked out of the dojo door.

Liz watched her leave.

After the test during the day today, Liz finally understood her current limits and what she lacked that needed to be made up for.

I am still too weak.

I originally thought that I was not far away from becoming a holy swordsman, but I only lasted 6 minutes and 21 seconds, while Warif lasted for a full 10 minutes!

Warriff is a true Water Saint level swordsman.

Liz remembered what Worif said to her yesterday.

"In three more years at most, you can surpass me."

Three years.

Three years is too long!

Lisbeth bit her lip tightly, took off half of her torn sleeves and tied them to her chest, and continued to practice her sword skills.

She wants to become the strongest water god style swordsman.

First, let everyone admit that he is a genius surpassing Isaruti, and then become stronger...

Until one day even the water god had to admit himself.