Chapter 72: Shadow

The battle always started in an instant.

The leading man grinned, and his figure accelerated in an instant. The distance between the two was not far to begin with. This distance was almost a nightmare for all magicians.

The man's figure was very fast. Although his strength was not considered strong, unable to compare with Ghislaine or even Roa, even so, the difference in combat experience between the two was like heaven and earth.

The difference in skill was not the same as combat power. These people were all licking blood from the edge of a knife, so how could they be included with simple intermediate swordsmen?

A strong sense of crisis enveloped Rudeus's heart. He turned the ground into a swamp to restrict the other party's movements, and threw the fireball technique he had gathered into the sky, starting to call for help.

The strong man noticed that his movement speed had obviously decreased a lot, and his eyes became even more sinister.

Suddenly, his iron sword came out of his hand, and the iron sword turned into a cold light and ran towards Rudeus. All of this happened too fast. Just when the strong man realized that he was trapped in the swamp, he had already made this decision.

He completed this wave of engagement in the blink of an eye.

North God Style swordsmanship!

When Rudeus reacted, the sword had already flown to his eyes.

The piercing moonlight shone on the ground, and the iron sword carried the whistling wind, making Rudeus's heart tremble. The sword was getting faster and faster, and there was no time to release magic at this time.

He thought that if his older brother was standing here at this time, the other party should be able to take the sword with a blank expression, and then snap his fingers and instantly tear everyone apart.

But he was the one standing here, Rudeus. He didn't have the guts or the courage to take the sword.

The danger of death spread in his heart. The sword was almost in front of him. He could even feel the sharp Sword cutting through his skin.

Subconsciously, he closed his eyes. He chose to escape again.

Just like in his previous life, as long as he escaped, he wouldn't have to worry about things in reality.

"I'm sorry, big brother, I didn't complete your mission well." This was Rudeus's last thought.

But the next moment, the pain didn't come. Rudeus didn't feel any discomfort, and the iron sword that was flashing with cold light was wrapped in a black thread.

Roa appeared next to Rudeus, looking at his younger brother with a blank expression.

That frightened look was really laughable, but what could he say? He had some courage, although not much.

The bandits looked at Roa in shock.

The leading strong man's face sank, and he said with a blank expression, "Who are you, friend? This deal is ours"

Without giving the other party a chance to speak, Roa said playfully, "You're a bold one, aren't you?"

But the kidnappers wouldn't care about this. He scolded with a ferocious expression, "What do you think you are, daring to touch my prey? If you want to save someone, you have to consider your own strength!"

The black windbreaker swayed gently with the breeze. The moonlight shone down, illuminating this area of the street, but it couldn't illuminate the young man's face. The gorgeous black robe exuded an ancient and noble aura.

Roa just stood there silently, his eyes cast on the strong man who was all bluster and no substance.

The strong man suddenly shivered, and the words he was cursing could no longer be said. At this time, he felt that everything about him was seen through by the other party, everything was without reservation.

The magic thread wrapped around the hilt of the sword and threw the iron sword at the strong man's feet. The iron sword pierced hard into the soil.

Roa waved his hand, and the ground that was originally a swamp returned to its original state, turning into solid ground.

Roa said with a blank expression, "I'll give you a chance for a fair duel. I'll only use swordsmanship."

The strong man had already started to back down, while also cursing the middle-aged butler, who couldn't even kidnap someone properly.

Rudeus had collapsed on the ground at this time, with a look of relief after surviving a disaster. He stared blankly at Roa's back.

Eris was lost in thought as she looked at the person in front of her.

"Then, let's begin." Roa's cold voice came.

The strong man gritted his teeth, grabbed the hilt of the sword, pulled hard, and pulled the iron sword out of the soil. He looked at Roa with a gloomy gaze and said in a low voice to the people behind him, "What are you looking at? Come on together!"

The younger brothers behind him looked at each other, and finally responded in a low voice.

"Oh? Coming together? That's right, do as you please. After all, you can't be considered pure swordsmen." That steady and magnetic voice came again.

Eris was staring intently at the other party's waist at this time. The other party didn't look like he was carrying a weapon.

Roa moved forward slightly, his right hand stretched out, and his right hand was still wrapped in black threads. But the next moment, Eris saw a magical scene.

The thread was flowing like water, and soon a three-foot-long slender sword gathered.

The overall color was jet black, and the black patterns on it were exceptionally clear. When the sword condensed, the aura on Roa's body changed drastically. It was a calm and elegant aura. Roa took a step forward, the corner of his mouth slightly raised, and he smiled, "Then, let's start with you."

Roa walked towards the strong man, his pace was calm, and his speed was not fast. It was precisely this calm and composed appearance that completely angered the strong man. He gritted his teeth and attacked Roa directly.

The North God Style was the kind of guy who liked to use some small tricks. The other party's North God Style had already reached the peak of the intermediate level, but this level was not worthy of Roa's attention.

When the man rushed in front of him, the man's muscles bulged, and the aura all over his body condensed to the peak, and he stabbed at Roa fiercely.

The man's sword was sinister and strange. Although he was tall, his real trump card was actually the rapier. He deliberately made a swinging motion, just to confuse Roa and make the other party mistakenly think that his attack was a powerful swing.

But the man in black in front of him just took a step to the right, and the man's lightning-fast rapier directly missed. Then, the man's heart suddenly ached, and his consciousness began to gradually fall into darkness, and he fell to the ground.

The momentum of the three bandits rushing forward suddenly stopped. They swallowed, looking at their boss's unwilling expression as he fell to the ground, and began to retreat.

"One move, he killed him in one move?"

They looked at each other in disbelief.

Someone shouted "run," and the three of them scattered and rushed out of the street.

"Heh." Roa pulled his finger, and the three people who were running wildly were instantly separated from their bodies. In the night, three black threads with bright red blood slowly dripped onto the ground.

"Boring." Roa curled his lips and turned his gaze to Rudeus behind him.

Before Rudeus could speak, Eris had already stepped forward and bowed deeply to Roa, "Um, thank you for saving us."