"Enemy attack? Who is the enemy?"
Nakuljad looked at the two young men and boys rushing in from outside the town, and for a moment, he even felt a ridiculous feeling.
He originally thought that the ones who would suddenly attack and break in here would definitely be the Boreas family's army.
Although he didn't know why Darius's spies and scouts hadn't sent any news at all, Nakuljad was so cautious that he basically didn't dare to do anything that could be risky.
Once he encountered an enemy he couldn't deal with, he would directly use his North God Style skills and run away with the kidnapped Ariel.
However, the current situation was obviously completely beyond Nakuljad's expectations.
Not only was it not the Boreas family's army that attacked, but also two guys who looked weak.
Putting aside the red-haired boy, the brown-haired young man was Princess Ariel's guardian knight, a nobleman named Luke Notos Greyrat.
Nakuljad had investigated him long ago and knew that this was just someone with an Intermediate Rank Swordsman level, and there was nothing to care about.
But the red-haired boy next to Luke, Nakuljad didn't have any impression of such a person.
To him, who was always cautious, he would not underestimate any opponent.
Of course, now that he knew that the enemy was not the Boreas family's army, but just two brainless idiots, Nakuljad naturally had no intention of running away.
He wanted to see if these two guys who rushed in alone really had any skills, or were just reckless fools.
"Bang!"
While Nakuljad was thinking, the kidnappers had already launched an attack on Shirou and Luke.
The kidnappers were also taken aback like Nakuljad, thinking that the Boreas family had discovered them and launched a surprise attack.
But after discovering that there were only Shirou and Luke, they immediately became arrogant and confident, and didn't take Shirou and Luke seriously at all.
After all, compared to Shirou and Luke, they not only had the advantage in numbers, but each of them was someone who had tasted blood from licking the knife, and it was impossible for them to be afraid of two nobles who looked like they hadn't even killed anyone.
"I didn't expect there to be youngsters who would take the initiative to come to our door, they're here to die, right!"
The kidnappers looked at Shirou and Luke arrogantly, and surrounded them without showing any mercy.
"!!!"
Faced with such a group of fierce bandits, Luke undoubtedly showed a panicked expression immediately.
Although he had made up his mind to give his life to save Ariel, he still couldn't control the fear in his heart when he really faced such a group of murderous villains, and his legs trembled instinctively.
But Luke soon noticed something was wrong.
Compared to him, Shirou didn't hesitate at all at the moment. The boy clearly looked a few years younger than Luke, but the attitude he showed at the moment was like a rock, without any wavering.
"..."
Luke was undoubtedly very unwilling about Shirou's reaction.
He tried hard to cheer himself up, but he couldn't calm down like Shirou no matter what.
At the same time, Shirou didn't care about Luke's attitude.
He just looked around the scene, judged the number of enemies, and found that although there were many kidnappers, they were generally just some lower-level Swordsmen who looked ordinary.
With such a group of people, it was impossible to complete the kidnapping of the princess.
There must be a strong person behind them.
Shirou kept this in mind, took a step forward, and slowly placed his hand on the long sword around his waist, preparing to draw his sword at any time.
And Shirou's actions undoubtedly aroused the kidnappers' ridicule and laughter.
"Laughing to death, you soft-skinned nobles dare to pretend to be something in front of us? Looking at your young age, you've probably only cut wooden swords, can you even swing a real sword?"
The kidnappers mocked Shirou mercilessly.
They didn't look up to Shirou at all.
After all, judging from his clothes, Shirou was just a descendant of a noble.
In the eyes of the kidnappers, nobles were almost equal to a group of weak and powerless wastes. They grew up in a warm and comfortable environment, and probably wouldn't experience many battles in their lives. On the contrary, their group of bandits struggled every day between life and death in order to survive.
Even if the noble's swordsmanship was excellent, even a level higher, in a real life-and-death battle, they would never be their opponents.
So, even if they felt that Shirou's swordsmanship might be good, the kidnappers didn't look scared at all, and even rushed up with smiles on their faces, with sinister smiles on the corners of their mouths.
"Shirou..."
Luke controlled his hand from shaking, but couldn't control his legs from shaking.
He tried hard to make himself look braver, but he couldn't do it at all.
For a moment, he really hoped that Shirou could have a similar performance to him, so he wouldn't have to be too embarrassed and could have a companion.
But Shirou's reaction was completely beyond his expectations.
"That's about it."
Shirou didn't seem to be provoked by the kidnappers' words from the beginning, and even seemed to have not heard what these kidnappers said at all.
He just looked coldly at the kidnappers gradually getting closer to him.
At the moment when the distance reached a certain limit, the hand he held on the sword hilt suddenly moved—
"The sword is like light, the momentum is like a shadow!"
The moment Shirou's palm, wrapped in thick calluses, drew the sword, everyone felt their eyes flicker for an instant.
In other words, the speed of drawing the sword even exceeded visual capture.
The kidnappers didn't even have time to react, and didn't even have time to make a move to hold their swords, when they felt a cold light flash through the air.
The kidnappers who were far away were still fine.
Some kidnappers who were closer didn't even have time to make a conditioned reflex, and felt a cold sensation in their waists and abdomen.
It was like a breeze, drifting in the air.
The wind kept drifting and circling.
Like a gentle palm stroking the back.
But this seemingly gentle feeling was actually an unspeakably sharp blade. In the blink of an eye, it turned into biting cold, cutting through all the flesh, spinal cord, tearing apart joints and bones.
In the eyes of the kidnappers, there was a clear deviation between reality and sensation.
From a visual point of view, Shirou hadn't even completed the action of drawing his sword.
But the body had already received the premonition of death.
This scene was even more obvious to the people around.
Luke and the kidnappers who were far away all stared dumbfounded at the scene in front of them that was like magic. Nothing seemed to have happened visually, but in reality, countless limbs and minced meat had already scattered and collapsed before their dynamic vision could detect it.
Blood, boundless blood.
Flesh, broken flesh.
White bones and a pungent fishy smell broke and separated within a time calculated in frames.
After a long time, the vision finally followed the other senses and gradually realized the real picture that was happening in reality.
It was Shirou who had unleashed a slash that could not be captured by the eyes in just an instant.
The slash tore apart the body of the kidnapper closest to him, and the sword energy rushed towards the kidnappers who were farther away at an even faster speed.
Those kidnappers who seemed to be at a safe distance, as if there would be no danger.
At the moment when their vision finally caught up with the death of their companions, they finally realized the fact that their own death was coming.
"Crack!"
Arms were cut to pieces.
Heads were shattered.
Skin was torn apart.
Hearts were severed.
In an instant, the explosion of sword energy had even exceeded the brain's comprehension, covering the entire desolate and disordered street in the blink of an eye.
However, the dozen or so kidnappers and thieves who were originally standing on the street had their bodies torn apart by Shirou's sword energy in almost the blink of an eye.
They all widened their eyes, with a dazed look on their faces, as if they didn't realize that they were facing death.
It wasn't until everyone fell down that.
The pungent fishy smell swept the scene.
Death finally arrived after a delay.
"..."
Seeing the scene in front of him, Luke, who was the only one standing in place, was completely stunned.
He stared dumbfounded at the scene that happened in an instant, and was almost shocked beyond measure.
What just happened?
Why are all these kidnappers dead?
Magic? No, it's not magic!
It was swordsmanship!
And in Luke's mind, there was only one possibility for swordsmanship that could achieve this kind of near miracle, and that was the essence of Sword God Style——
"Longsword of Light! You are a Sword Saint!?"
Luke looked at Shirou in shock, his heart completely overwhelmed by unspeakable shock.
Shirou glanced at him indifferently, sheathed his sword, and replied, "No, that wasn't Longsword of Light just now, it was just a further step of Soundless Sword. If it was the real Longsword of Light, they shouldn't even have the feeling of death, and they would be completely killed in the instant they couldn't detect any sensation."
"Not Longsword of Light?"
Luke was already numb.
At this moment, he didn't care whether Shirou had mastered the real Longsword of Light or not.
He was just full of joy, or rather, gratitude.
Grateful that Shirou chose to back down when he faced his duel and provocation, and did not fight him in public.
Otherwise, Luke simply couldn't imagine how embarrassing he would be.
Compared to Luke, whose emotions were fluctuating greatly, Shirou's expression had not changed from beginning to end. He just glanced at the surrounding environment and suddenly frowned.
"What's wrong?"
Luke noticed Shirou's attitude and asked in confusion.
But Shirou didn't hesitate any further, pushed the confused Luke away, and then, before he could even draw his sword, directly slashed at his side with the scabbard.
"Pa!"
In the place that was originally empty, the tall and thin beastman male, North Saint Nakuljad, was forced out.
The latter opened his mouth in surprise: "Not only have you mastered the essence of the half-step Sword God Style, Longsword of Light, but you also have such exaggerated perception ability. Boy, who are you?"
Facing the strong enemy that appeared in front of him, Shirou did not underestimate him at all, and with his hand firmly on the sword hilt, replied:
"Shirou Greyrat, a Swordsman of Sword God Style, that's all."
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