Reincarnated as a Son of the Sword Saint and the Sage

"Sword Wave." 

"?!"

As soon as Michael unleashed a super-fast and scorching wave from his saber. The spearman instinctively took a sidestep in order to avoid that lethal technique, which was traveling at sonic speed. 

The spearman successfully prevented the hot wave as it flew past him without any deviation. However, the wave successfully hit its target. 

"Ugh!!" 

Suddenly, the spearman heard a loud groan behind him. He got tensed about it and cautiously turned his back around. Behind him, there was a spot where drops of blood kept popping up out of nowhere. 

A second later, he saw vague changes in the scenery, it was like the disappearing reception of a television at a bad location trying to find any signal. One after another, the image of a certain person gradually emerged.

"Vince!" 

And before his eyes, he saw Vince undoing his Concealment. He was stooping down and agonizing in extreme pain; his face said so. On his chest, there was a large, deep burn that was caused by the spearman's prevarication. 

"One down, two to go." 

After Michael noted that, Vince collapsed to the ground and lost consciousness, tainting the soil with the crimson water coming out of the cut. 

Whoosh. 

All at once, a breathy sound reached Michael's ear. He reflexively reacted and saw the swordswoman was slashing her sword toward him at a very high speed. Michael managed to step back and barely avoid the blade, which was only an inch from scraping his chest. 

"Double Swipe!" 

Clink! Clink!

The spearman then launched and used a technique to swing his spear twice. But Michael slashed his sword to intercept the spear and effectively deflect the two swipes. 

"Now!" 

The spearman suddenly shouted that word and ducked out, which made Michael turn his attention around. Upon looking behind himself, he saw the swordswoman, who was apparently bending her knees and holding the hilt of her sword with her right hand. She was preparing for her next most powerful move. 

"Prepare to die! Hundred Slice!" 

Once she dashed toward Michael, she rapidly slashed her sword a hundred times in a second at tremendous speed. 

Each slash of her sword was incredibly sharp and precise, and all of them were intended to shred Michael's flesh. For the target of that Level 8 Sword Art technique, death was certainly inevitable. But Michael had a reply for that. 

Before the battle started, Michael recognized that his opponents were not to be taken lightly. That was why he had cancelled the limitations of the Limiter Extra Skill and fought them with all his strength. 

And due to the fact that they were transported to a secluded place, he could reveal a card or two of his. Without limitations or observers, he was able to achieve some moves that he could not just perform every day.

"Thousand Slice." 

In a flash, Michael held his sword and fluidly slashed it after he casually executed a Level 10 technique. Surpassing the speed of high hypersonics, his burning blades stormed the area a thousand times and overwhelmingly hit their targets. 

"Wh—?!" 

The first hundred slashes deflected the Hundred Slash technique that the swordwoman just executed. Bright sparks ignited the area every time their blades collided. 

Once intercepted, the blade then landed the next two hundred slashes all over the body of the woman. Although covered in armor, the temperature and speed of the sword easily cleaved it. 

"Wai—?!" 

Michael then quickly turned around to face the spearman and continued his barrage of blades on him, sending another two hundred and torning his flesh. He tried to say something, but the blades were faster than his mouth. 

After that, Michael aimed his blade at the surrounding area to finish his technique. The area went into turmoil because of that, which even caused some of the trees to become collateral damages and be cut down. 

"Hmph." 

As he was sheathing his sword back into its scabbard, the heavily wounded bodies of his opponents thumped on the ground as they lost the strength of their own bodies. After that, he turned around and stared at the three bodies before his eyes. 

"All down." He muttered to himself. "All I have to do is wait until her fight ends." 

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In the hallway of the Imperial Prison, there was a girl with golden blonde hair running along it. Holding his staff, she turned around and faced her pursuers before casting a spell at them. 

"Fire Lance!" 

"Water Wall!" 

Fire and water collided with each other as Uriel's Level 4 spell was neutralized by her opponent's Level 3. The hallway was filled with steam and mist due to the byproduct of the collision, which slightly lowered the transparency of the surroundings. 

"Blast Shoot." 

Seizing the opportunity of the vagueness of the area, the blonde archer shot his arrow and used a Level 6 Shooting Art technique for additional momentum and a powerful knockback effect. 

His eyes were sharpened by his Enhanced Senses so he knew where his target was. Not only his vision, but all his other senses, including his sixth sense, were greatly buffed as well. 

"Tch." The archer clicked his tongue. "Not again." 

But mysteriously, Uriel was able to avoid his arrow. Not only did it happen this time, but he kept missing his shots ever since they engaged in battle. Even with the assistance of Shooting Arts, it could not help him hit the target. 

His opponent was supposed to be a mage, but the agility she had been showing was not the case if one could ignore her skillful magic casting. He considered himself a great sharpshooter, but the movements of his opponent were not against common sense. 

Even though their opponent was outnumbered, Uriel still managed to burn one of them, a swordsman, to crisps. They eventually realized that Uriel was a powerful opponent after that and have been raising their awareness against her since then. 

"Fire Arrows!" 

Uriel conjured over a hundred flaming arrows behind her and shot them in the direction of the two. The hallway gave the two a hard time avoiding those flying arrows. But neither of them panicked, and the mage composedly dealt with the barrage. 

"Water Wheel." 

A large disk of spinning water was conjured in front of them, and one by one, the fire arrows were eliminated. It was large enough to cover the width of the hallway, and all the arrows were stopped by it. But as time went on, the Water Wheel gradually decreased its area as the arrows were evaporating it. 

"Flamethrower!" 

Uriel firmly healed her black staff and cast a Level 5 spell forward once the Water Wheel vanished. A large flame then projected from the magic circle in front of her. Due to the wideness of the hallway, her flames filled that area, making it easier to engulf her targets. 

"Water Shockwave!" 

But the mage countered it with a Level 5 spell. A large amount of water suddenly gushed out of the magic circle below him and flooded the hallway. His water then extinguished Uriel's flames, and the rushing waves even made her retreat. 

"Franc," the mage called the archer. "It seems that we are at a disadvantage if she still has her magic..." 

"Bruxo, don't tell me...!" 

"Yes, Franc. I am going to use that. So I will leave everything to you once I am done with my part." 

"...Alright. Leave the rest to me." 

"Okay, cover me while I cast the spell."