Demon Sword King vs. Death God

Backyard.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, the two had already assumed their fighting stances.

Randolph bowed slightly, placing his sword sheath at his side, his attitude as respectful as that of a novice swordsman preparing for a challenge.

"Since you're going to let me off the hook, I'll begin my attack now."

"Bring it on!"

Luo Ge, who was addressed as "senpai" by the other party, had a relaxed and content expression on his face.

He held the wooden sword in one hand, a smile playing on his lips. He even had the leisure to wink at Aisha and Norn behind him, signaling to watch his brother's performance.

After all, Randolph is calling me "senior," so I should go easy on him a bit later.

We didn't want Randolph to lose so humiliatingly in front of everyone.

This was the thought that was running through Luo Ge's mind at that moment.

Just as he was thinking this, Randolph moved.

Then, Luo Ge's expression changed from relaxed to serious, and from serious to astonished, all in the blink of an eye.

What the heck?

Is it open yet?

Why? So fast...?

"Wait a moment!"

Randolph was in front of him almost instantly.

Without any preparatory movement or pause to gather strength, the man in the old apron, who was standing three meters away a moment ago, was right in front of him the next.

A true expert's skill is immediately apparent.

Luo Ge felt the pressure the moment his opponent drew his sword, a chill that seemed to pierce the back of his head.

Almost instinctively, he pushed off with his feet and rolled backward.

The tip of the wooden sword grazed his forehead.

Even though he reacted as quickly as possible, a few strands of hair on his forehead were still severed by the sword.

It scattered in the air and floated lightly to the ground.

Silence.

A deathly silence.

Luo Ge knelt on one knee, raised his head, and looked at the few strands of hair that had been cut off on the ground. His heart was pounding so hard it felt like it was going to jump out of his throat.

I almost messed up my attempt to show off.

So,

If it weren't for his quick reflexes, if it weren't for his experience fighting the Dragon God and the intuition he honed through life-or-death battles...

That one sword strike could kill him instantly.

He looked at the chef, Randolph, wearing an apron, with utter astonishment.

Aren't you a chef?

The onlookers also showed expressions of surprise.

Aisha's little mouth was open.

Norn's eyes widened.

Nanahoshi looked utterly bewildered.

Elinalise lowered her arms, and even Roxy began to worry.

Seriously... are chefs these days all this skilled?

To push oneself to this extent right from the start, isn't that a bit too outrageous?

Luo Ge strongly suspected the other person was faking it.

And it was a very serious one.

Randolph watched as his sword missed its mark, sheathed it, stood still, and sighed softly, his tone tinged with self-reproach.

"It really has been too many years since I last touched a sword... If I were in my prime, that strike could have been even faster..."

"???"

Luo Ge's lips twitched.

"Mr. Randolph? Are you sure you're just an ordinary cook?"

Randolph nodded, his expression particularly sincere. "Sword King, I am indeed just a cook. As for swordsmanship, it was just something I practiced casually for fun when I was young and ignorant."

"..."

Luo Ge's head was buzzing.

That sounds so irritating!

Didn't he say something similar to Paul before? Just practice casually, never practiced seriously.

Now he finally understood how Paul felt when he was defeated by his own act of feigning innocence.

Today he met someone even better at putting on airs than he could.

Judging from the level of that sword strike just now, it was at least at the King Rank, no, it's very likely even higher.

"You're really amazing, senior!"

Randolph gripped his sword and said sincerely, "Next... if I don't use my true skills, I'm no match for you, senior."

"Therefore, I'm going to use my signature move, the Bewitching Sword Technique, which I created myself."

He lowered his center of gravity slightly, the tip of his sword pointing diagonally at the ground.

"Hey, be careful, senior."

Randolph moved.

Then it was as if the whole person split in two.

On the left Randolph, and on the right was another Randolph; the two figures swayed and moved back and forth, making it difficult to distinguish the real from the fake.

Luo Ge's pupils constricted sharply, and his scalp tingled.

Grass!

That speed? That swordsmanship?

Still saying you're not just pretending?

That's definitely Emperor Rank power from the very first move!

Even Luo Ge sensed a hint of danger at this moment.

If at this moment...

With the Phoenix Elegant Dragon Sword in hand, all would be well.

Unfortunately, the current version features a wooden sword.

Although Luo Ge considered his swordsmanship to be decent, he was definitely not at the level depicted in martial arts novels where anything, even grass or trees, could be used as a sword.

Leaving aside other worlds for the moment, in this world, Luo Ge believes that weaponry is also very important for enhancing combat effectiveness.

He gripped the wooden sword tightly, concentrating on his response.

The outcome was quickly confirmed and affirmed after the two teams clashed.

This guy's swordsmanship, the North God Style, is at least at the Emperor Rank, far surpassing that North Emperor named Auber. Moreover, he is also proficient in the Water God Style, and his mastery of the Water God Style has reached the King Rank.

How could someone master two different martial arts styles and reach this level in both?

Randolph's sword wobbled.

Luo Ge thought he was going to attack from the left, so he parried with his wooden sword to the left, but Randolph's sword slashed from the right.

Luo Ge barely managed to dodge to the side, but the next sword thrust came from the left. Just as he adjusted his balance, his opponent had already circled behind him.

I can't tell.

I can't tell at all...

Gradually, Luo Ge was almost driven to the brink of despair by Randolph several times. Now, he could only rely on having more magic power to dodge or buy time and wear down his opponent.

His wooden sword rarely touched his opponent; it was either dodged or blocked. Every attack from Randolph forced him to take the situation seriously.

What to do?

A thought flashed through Luo Ge's mind.

That.

Or.

Let's Transparent World!

After all... a small business doesn't really count as a business.

Although going all out... might turn the tide of the battle in an instant, Luo Ge did not intend to do so.

After all, this battle was essentially just a friendly sparring match; he wasn't after victory or defeat.

Simply put, just be happy.

Since that's the case, let's set aside our obsession with winning and losing, and just enjoy this battle to the fullest!

Luo Ge took a deep breath, his shoulders relaxed, and a smile returned to his lips.

He no longer bothered to decipher Randolph's phantom-like and confusing sword moves, but instead let loose and enjoy the battle.

He no longer hesitated or cowered.

Instead, they took the initiative to attack.

The best defense is a good offense.

Two figures clashed, collided, separated, and clashed again in the backyard, the sounds of their battle as dense as raindrops, crackling and popping together.

What a thrilling and exhilarating battle!

Happy.

Luo Ge hadn't had such a satisfying battle in a long time.