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

"You do have magical abilities that can be called a genius. Your intuition and judgment when fighting are far beyond those of people like me. But judging from your fighting style, you are not good at using multiple magics to fight. Magic should only be used Used when ensuring the opponent's defeat, right?"

"Um......"

Hearing such merciless words, Ryan lowered his head again: "Then what should I do?"

The store manager still said easily. Ryan was confused and raised his head again. The store manager's expression suddenly became serious.

"Is this month just for you to hone your skills?"

When he began to understand, Ryan's expression also began to change.

"You should be able to do it now. Instead of making yourself stronger, you should empty yourself as much as possible and completely control gravity." Those heavy words began to give Ryan a glimmer of hope.

"Shuangjian style is a light swordsmanship. It is foolish to imagine that the swords will be bounced off when they collide, and it is foolish to fight with the opponent." The store manager's serious eyes penetrated Ryan.

"Don't let your opponent see your moves, don't let them predict your moves, don't let them even know what's going on."

He stretched out the index finger of his right hand and pointed at Ryan.

"The fastest swordsmanship that transcends cognition, one that cannot even detect the opponent's death."

His mind returned to reality, and Ryan stared at the men with evil smiles in front of him. As thieves, they didn't even anticipate what was about to happen.

"Thunder Walk!!"

There was a crackling sound of electricity in Ryan's body.

Thinking is not assimilated through magic or the like, but there are similarities.

The blond boy in front of me. The thunder attribute he showed just now is surprising, but there is no need to be impatient. There is no doubt that he is a strong man, but he is too young.

Youth often means inexperience. And this experience gap cannot be completely filled by talent. The source of that confidence undoubtedly comes from life-and-death battles with countless strong men. The experience as a thief is unique.

So, the thief smiled. Accepting a mission is the beginning of the end of your destiny.

The blond boy Ryan's body was electrified, which turned out to be a physical enhancement with thunder attributes. Just as the thief was thinking this, Ryan disappeared. No preliminaries, just disappearing, and then you find him behind the men.

The sound rising from the ground, the sound of the wind passing by, and even the movement of the wind cannot be felt. Before they had time to understand, the thieves turned around instinctively. Ryan turned his back to them and did not look back, as if everything was over.

In an instant, the last man fell. At the moment when Ryan was physically strengthening, he used magic to strengthen himself. Therefore, it was only a brief moment, and the reaction was not allowed, but they saw the fate of their necks being easily cut off.

The fallen man's head rolled off, and the men's eyes widened. If anything, it was shock, and a strange numbness came from the body.

Ah, have you been taken advantage of?

"Pay tribute to my brother." Ryan stammered after confirming a touch.

"There is no 'limit' to strength..." What his brother said to him when he was a child came to mind. Ryan nodded vigorously, then turned his eyes to the place where he had just performed his skills, and stretched out his right hand.

"Wow!" The man who made the strange noise was bleeding profusely from his left shoulder, his whole clothes were dyed red, and he flew towards him. The man was attracted by Lane's right hand and grabbed his neck. His eyes were full of fear.

"Either die, or answer my question, choose one." Ryan said in a short and indifferent tone.

"Reply, answer! I will answer any questions! So, please spare me... Woo!" Ryan was slightly disappointed when he heard the simple request.

Faye looked happy as she enjoyed her walk. He didn't feel wary of the people around him, and his steps were brisk as if he were walking. But his thinking was troubled in his heart: "What should I do?"

He recalled what Raynor had said earlier about "being lured in." This means they are building buildings such as large homes and shops and are still in the process of asking for directions.

Like a patchwork of roads, like a maze. Although the road is wide and has good visibility, it is winding.

"I'm really helpless..." Faye murmured to himself, and as soon as he finished speaking, the ground he stepped on shone with light.

A violent explosion. The pillar of fire rose up, illuminating everything around it. When the fire subsided, the dark, charred corpses lay there.

"What happened? He died so easily." A man came out of the shadows and said, and some men who looked like thieves also walked out around him.

"But, is it good luck or bad luck? I obviously didn't step on any of them." The man who spoke first said half-jokingly, and the men around him laughed.

They laughed and looked at the charred corpses. The body showed no signs of life and had no chance of survival.

"Go over there and help?"

"We don't need this little thing."

Another burst of vulgar laughter.

At this time, a distinctive laughter appeared: "Hahaha!"

"Hey, my luck is really good. I didn't expect everyone to come out."

When the men heard this, they immediately woke up and turned their eyes to the central figure. There, there was Faye who was supposed to be dead.

"Tell me the way?" Fay said as the nearest man rushed towards him brandishing an axe.

Fay took a step forward and kicked him in the stomach before he could swing the ax down. Faye then drew his sword, deflected the sword of the man running from behind, and then stabbed him in the throat.

For a moment, there was silence. The man stabbed in the throat struggled and looked in pain.

Fay turned her gaze around. The look in his eyes made the men shudder. It was completely different from the joking look just now. This is a ruthless and murderous vision that has no regard for human warmth.

Fay pulled out the sword that had penetrated her throat and instantly cut the struggling man in two. The man was split in half and fell heavily to the ground, causing another man standing behind the men to let out a small scream.

At some point, his eyes met with Fay's. The man suddenly turned around and ran away as fast as he could. Fey sighed helplessly and stared at the man running with his back, his panic steps clearly showing.

"Explosion!!" Fey's sword glowed red and he threw it at the man. The thrown sword penetrated into the man's heart as if it was being sucked in. The man was swaying, but at some point Fay held his head and forced him to stand up.

"Don't run away, it's boring." Faye said, smiling. The pained-looking man felt the fear. Faye let go of his head and drew her sword in one breath.

The man fell, and then his head flew up. The chop was too quick. The men saw this scene, but no one saw the moment when Fay cut her neck.

"Haha, don't let anyone get away."

The next ones who were frightened were the men who saw the whole process.