Kodan looked at the young man sitting on the silver warhorse with a complicated expression. Kodan had entered the realm of Gold thirty years ago, and he only managed to stabilize his position a few years ago. Yet, this young man seemed to be blessed by the heavens. No, not even a Divine One would be able to reach the level of Intermediate Gold at such a young age, unless he was the chosen one.
However, the chosen ones were bound by the shackles of fate. A part of their body was taken away from them, just like the blind Yura. That was why the old swordsman did not even think in that direction when he saw him. He paused for a moment and asked anxiously:
He paused for a moment and asked, "Young man, who is your Imprinted Soul?"
"What?" Brando was stunned.
"Don't play dumb with me. I'm asking you who is your Imprinted Soul. You know what I mean!" Kodan was so angry that he stomped his feet and shouted, "This is very important. Tell me —"
"What are you talking about? What do I know?"
Brando was really stunned this time. He thought that Kodan was going to remind him of something, but he did not expect Kodan to ask him a series of strange questions.
But just as he was about to ask, the loud voice above the arena suddenly rang out again, interrupting their conversation.
"Mortal, do you wish to continue the challenge?"
"Of course," Brando replied.
"Kid, answer me!" Kodan slammed the air wall and shouted. Brando glanced at him and gestured for him to wait. He then looked up and waited for the host to announce the rules.
Sure enough, he saw a row of dark green words appear on his retina.
"Nightmare Arena."
"The next battlefield is the Nightmare Arena!" At the same time, a thunderous voice announced the same thing in everyone's hearts.
Brando's expression changed.
"What is the Nightmare Arena, my lord?" Metisha frowned and asked softly.
… …
"What's the Nightmare Arena, Cohen?" Maher turned his head and asked his companion the same question.
"I don't know." Cohen's answer was simple.
"What are they arguing about?" Joka's attention was on Kodan and Brendel. Compared to this strange world, he was more worried about whether they would be able to leave this place safely.
"I don't know." The same answer.
"But why does he want to continue the challenge? There's no one left to save." One of the youths asked.
"I don't think it's that simple," someone replied. "Although I don't know where this is, I think it must have cost a lot of money to build such a place. Is it just for a game of catch or release?"
His words resonated with many of the youths, and they looked at their surroundings worriedly.
"Hmph, you don't know what those nobles like. Maybe they just want to have fun!"
"This place might not have been created by those nobles. If I remember correctly, we were at the bottom of the mine. Why do I feel like there's something strange about the thing we dug up?"
. that! I agree...... . and that was a dragon.. . How should I put it? I feel like I'm in a dream. I don't even know if it's real. "
The youth touched the cold iron bars as he spoke.
Everyone fell silent.
"His target is the sword." Cohen's voice was not loud, but he always waited for the youths to finish before he spoke. His words seemed to carry a lot of weight.
The skinny youth stared at the black sword on the stone tablet in the middle of the arena. He noticed that Brando had looked in that direction a few times.
When he said this, the others immediately felt that it made sense.
"Then he's not going to save us?" Someone asked worriedly.
"Why would he save us?" This was a questioning voice.
"Cohen?" Jocah looked at his companion. In his mind, Cohen was the most knowledgeable person he had ever met. Even though he did not like to talk much, he was always insightful.
"I have an idea," Cohen said softly, but it sounded like he was trying to encourage himself, "I'll convince him."
"How are you going to convince him?" Maher asked in confusion.
"I'll make a deal with him."
Maher's eyes widened: "You're not going to use your worthless items to make a deal with him, are you? Angering him won't do us any good!"
Ke Wen didn't answer. He just silently glanced at his companion.
… …
"The Nightmare Arena is an extreme mode. No matter how strong you are, you're just an ordinary person. You have to use your skills to defeat your enemies."
"Skills?" Metisha raised her eyebrows: "What skills?"
Brando tapped the blade of his sword: "Battle skills."
The Silver Elf girl fell silent as if she was thinking. It sounded like it would benefit them, but she did not think so. Even though her lord did not mention it, she could guess that it would not be so simple.
Brando looked up at the sky. Rows of golden words appeared in the sky. There were Dwarven, Ancient Cruz, Tower, Elven, Draconic, and even a language that made Brando's heart skip a beat:
He rubbed his nose and pretended that he did not see the familiar words.
However, this place was already strange enough that the words that appeared in the sky did not attract much attention. It was as if it was abnormal for an ancient civilization to not have a language that was difficult to understand.
Everyone present was more concerned about the content of those words.
1. Power Dissipation (Both parties involved in the battle will have their power reduced to less than 10 OZ)
2. Skill Dissipation (Both parties involved in the battle will have their power reduced unless they have a specific skill)
3. Swordsmanship (Only a specific skill is swordsmanship)
Jana took a deep breath. Although the young lord's strength had already amazed her, the mercenary commander knew that, unlike the level of strength — just like how Seers were born with the power of Silver or above — swordsmanship was different. It was a skill that required years of training.
Without decades of immersion, no matter how talented a person was, they could not be called a master in swordsmanship. Whether it was in Aouine, Kirrlutz, or even the whole of Vaunte, those who could be called grandmasters of their generation were mostly old men with white hair who had entered the twilight of their lives.
"Don't worry, Jutta." Scarlet's voice came from behind. She seemed to have seen the worry in the female commander's heart. However, the red-haired girl seemed to have more confidence in Brando. She just hid her worry deeper in her amber eyes: "My lord's swordsmanship is very powerful —"
"I know that my lord's swordsmanship is very powerful." Jutta replied, but she frowned: "But we still don't know who my lord's enemy is." She reminded softly: "Even in the history of Erouine, there are many famous swordsmen."
Scarlet shivered and could not help but worry.
Brando was also worried. His thoughts were actually similar to Scarlet's. The Nightmare Challenge was not that simple. He was already thinking about which swordsmanship master he would have to face.
The young man pressed down on the sword in his hand. Suddenly, the light around him dimmed. In the next moment, Metisha, the silver warhorse, and even the Wind Spirit Spiders in the sky disappeared in an instant.
There was a low murmur around him.
His Planeswalker ability was also taken away. Brando immediately felt his scalp go numb. He had hoped that this ability, which had always been like a cheat, could escape the rules, but now it seemed that the Planeswalker class was still within the rules of this world.
Fortunately, Brando was not so reliant on his Planeswalker that he would not be able to fight without it. He only took a light breath to adjust his emotions, and then looked around vigilantly.
When the light dimmed, he found himself in an unfamiliar place. The ground was no longer sand, but rough granite. The granite was neatly cut into pieces to form a huge field.
Brando looked around and saw a black shadow in the north. He narrowed his eyes slightly and recognized the identity of the person behind the shadow.
"Buga?"
"Cross Sword, Buga."
Kodan and Jutta had the same name in their minds. Buga was quite famous in Erouine, and his unique swordsmanship style allowed the old swordsman and the mercenary leader to recognize him at a glance.
Kodan frowned deeply. He had met the talented young man a few years ago, and he knew that he had great swordsmanship. But what made him feel a little relieved was that Torbus's lineage would not be too bad. After all, he was that person's descendant.
Jana, on the other hand, looked relieved. She had only seen Buga from afar once when she was passing through Lantonilan as a mercenary. Of course, she knew his style of swordsmanship, but in her opinion, he was much easier to deal with than those famous swordmasters.
However, before the two of them could finish their little calculations, another black shadow appeared on the scene.
Brando cursed in his heart, because it was an old acquaintance – the White Knight Ebdon.
Then came the third black shadow. Brando also recognized that person – Viscount Tirste.
The fourth black shadow. Brando could feel sweat dripping down his forehead. He could not be more familiar with this figure, and he almost threw the longsword in his hand away.
Standing directly south of him was his grandfather.
"Torbus!" Kodan's expression changed.
"That's … …" Jutta's expression also changed. She felt like something was stuck in her throat, and she wanted to say something, but she could not make a sound. "Ha … … Ha … … Harasgron … …"
"Who is that?" She frowned and asked in confusion.
Jutta looked back at her with a strange expression. She wanted to say something, but she could not.
But Brando was not in the mood to care about these things. He realized that he was about to face a big problem.
One against four.
"Martha above!"
… …
(P.S. This chapter has been edited, and can be read normally.)
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