Use the power of the Demon King to destroy those reincarnated in another world

The road behind Renault split into three.

Renault pointed to the road to the left. There was some light from the disaster there, but it was less and dimmer than elsewhere.

"This is a residential area. The road is narrow and the view is not good."

Then he pointed to the road to the right.

"This is a residential area that is being developed. There are many wealthy people's homes. Although the roads are relatively spacious, the view is also good."

Finally he pointed to the middle path. The road is wide and stretches straight into the distance. Of the three paths, this one is the brightest but gives off a twisted atmosphere.

"As you can see, this is the main street." As he said this, Renault seemed very happy.

"Well, there might be a trap."

"Are you going to move forward even though you know it?" Faye asked, and Renault turned to him: "Are you uneasy?"

"Can you tell?" Fay replied and looked at Ryan, then looked at Renault.

"Then make a decision quickly." Renault said helplessly.

"Then I choose the right." Faye said.

"I choose the left." Ryan said, putting his hand on Renault's shoulder, "The middle road with the most enemies will be given to you." Renault lowered his head and accepted.

"Is there no one more determined than me to defeat the most enemies?" Renault said, and Ryan had already started running.

He turned to Fay, but simply said, "Come on," and she ran off.

"Really..." Because things didn't go as expected, Renault held his head in distress and started walking towards the middle road. The wide road stretches into the distance, lined with tall buildings. Some of the houses were crumbling, some were half-remaining, and they came in all styles, but Reno felt a twinge of nostalgia.

After walking for a while, something suddenly flew towards me. Reno naturally caught the thing flying towards his face with his hands. It was a small metal arrow. The next moment, countless arrows flew from the shadows in all directions.

Renault stopped. From all the arrows around him, they hit Renault with a metallic clang, and then fell to the ground.

"Stop making trouble and come out." Renault said as heads appeared in the surrounding houses. More and more people came out and surrounded Renault.

Renault observed them one by one. Their bodies were dirty and their clothes had many stains. Everyone was holding some kind of weapon and wearing an evil smile, as if they were certain of victory, and Raynor didn't like that.

"Can you just do whatever you want in my city?" He cast an unabashed look of disgust.

"I will destroy your thoughts that have reached the bottom line." As he said that, he sneered.

Lane was running in the dark, with, as Renault said, tunnel vision and narrow roads.

"But the other party doesn't seem to understand me yet." Ryan was thinking as he ran. Because he can easily see through the hiding place and any traps set.

When Ryan was young, the first thing his brother taught him was perception, which is how the weak survive. As a still weak Ryan, the first thing he needs to master is this. Understand your opponent's magic power, what kind of magic they use, and thoroughly understand the flow of magic power. Even a seasoned magician would find it difficult to surpass this feeling that has been honed through blood-vomiting training.

Lane stopped and saw a broken window and visible scars on the large house, but the exterior was still intact. There was no illumination from the surrounding fire, only faint darkness.

Ryan clenched his right fist and raised it slightly above his right shoulder.

"Thunder Spear!"

He whispered as electricity formed a gun from his right fist. Lane throws it into the corner of the wall. When the gun penetrated the wall, a man's little scream was heard: "Yeah!"

"It's really boring." He muttered helplessly, and then looked forward.

From the appearance, those men were obviously thieves, standing in front of Ryan with various weapons. He did not notice any movement behind him. The men in front may be all the people here.

Ryan sneered. Since he couldn't see the other person's ability, it would only be a waste of time to laugh at himself endlessly.

"Brother will start preaching if he sees it," Ryan couldn't help but smile as he imagined what his brother would look like.

"What's so funny?" A man said angrily, looking at Ryan's expression.

"Ah, you look too weak, that's why I laugh." He twisted the corners of his mouth and his expression became mocking. Despite what the men saw, they responded with relaxed smiles.

"For being able to see this amount without flinching, I have to praise you."

"...The quantity isn't that big of a deal." Ryan said, pulling out two swords from his back. Get ready and stare at the men in front of you. His eyes penetrated their bodies, but his thoughts returned to the conversation with the store manager a few days ago.

A break from the last grueling training session in the car before leaving a few days ago. Ryan's shoulders were still shaking and he looked at himself in disgust as he was still panting.

At this time, thinking became blurry, and Ryan looked up at the store manager who was standing in front of him, thinking about something.

"Brother."

The store manager looked down at Ryan, "What's wrong?"

"I admire my brother very much, so I chose the dual sword style, but should I change?"

The store manager looked at Ryan's heavy and gloomy expression and was silent for a moment. But soon he replied: "Do you want to change?"

"No, that's not what I meant." When Ryan answered, the scene of a fierce battle with the phantom emerged in the corner of his mind.

"My blow couldn't even stop the magician's phantom." He said seriously, but the store manager laughed.

"I see. The dual-sword style holds a sword in each hand, so the power of each attack is far less than that of a one-handed sword, and it is not as versatile as a one-handed swordsman who can hold a shield or use magic."

Ryan frowned: "Then why did you choose the dual sword style?"

"Maybe because of romanticism?" After the store manager replied, Ryan tilted his head, "Huh?" Then the store manager laughed loudly.

"Actually, it's only half-joking." The store manager looked at Ryan's confused expression and smiled.

"The power and characteristic of Double Sword Style is 'speed'. It is the fastest and strongest sword skill. This is Double Sword Style." The store manager raised the index and middle fingers of his right hand.

"There are usually two ways to increase speed. One is to increase physical speed through simple physical strengthening. The other is to use magic to give people the illusion that they are fast." Then he put his left hand on his waist , the index finger of the right hand points upward.

"To easily increase speed, physical strengthening is the best way, but strengthening beyond the physical endurance limit will cause too much burden and lead to muscle rupture. In the worst case, like me, the internal organs will be damaged and magic will no longer be able to be used. ."

Ryan lowered his head.

The store manager still said with a smile: "Don't worry about these anymore."

"Your body is still developing, and there is still potential to be tapped, but to become powerful, it requires corresponding time and calculated training. But we don't have that much time at the moment." The store manager's words became heavier.

"There is another way..."

Ryan raised his head, as if there was still hope.