After a short but intense battle, the atmosphere in the arena seemed to have changed.
Before Brando could get up from the ground to catch his breath, the old man who attacked him earlier, his grandfather, rushed forward. The young man was scared out of his wits. He threw the sword in his left hand forward and retreated without thinking.
He did not want to face his grandfather directly. It was not that he had the tradition of respecting the old and loving the young, but this old man was simply too terrifying.
But he soon realized that things were not as simple as he thought.
Buga, Tirste, and Ebdon were no longer in a hurry to attack after they stood up. Instead, they carefully coordinated with his grandfather and began to attack together.
The battle seemed to have become long and steady. Brendel quickly realized that ever since his grandfather joined in, the old man had led the three of them to attack. He interrupted their quick attacks, and instead slowed down the pace of their attacks.
[I never thought that a veteran who participated in the November War would lead three top-notch swordsmen to attack me. Or should I say, it's appropriate?]
It was as if the old man was born to be a leader, making the others follow his orders.
When the battle slowed down, it seemed to be in Brando's favor. But in reality, the young man knew that this slow and steady method of fighting would leave him with no chance of winning.
At most, he would drag the battle on for a while, but he would eventually run out of stamina and die.
Brando felt a headache coming on. Originally, he thought that he would not be able to deal with his grandfather alone. The old man's swordsmanship was as sharp as the one he saw in his dreams. It was impeccable.
However, his grandfather was not in a hurry to succeed. Instead, he tried his best to disrupt his attacks and counterattacks. Every time Brando wanted to break through Tirste's defense, his grandfather would appear there and chase him back. Moreover, his grandfather would chase after him and retreat if he could not gain the upper hand.
But Brando knew that if he did not use his full strength to deal with the old man's attack, what awaited him would not be as simple as retreating. Instead, it was a deadly encirclement. It looked like a simple sword strike, but it hid a boundless killing intent.
For this reason, Brando had no choice but to concentrate fully on dealing with the attacks. Sometimes, attacks that did not seem dangerous became extremely dangerous when surrounded by other strong enemies. The old man always seemed to be hiding his intentions very well, so Brando had no choice but to focus 120% on dealing with each of his attacks.
Even if it was just a feint, there was no exception.
The young man was soon in unbearable pain. If he attacked quickly, he still had a chance. But with such a blunt knife cutting his flesh, it was as if he could only watch himself slowly bleed to death.
After several futile attempts to break through the encirclement, Brando's range of movement had been reduced by the four experienced swordsmen. If he retreated any further, he would almost become a wall of air. However, the other party did not seem to intend to give him a chance to breathe. Instead, they closed in on him.
This time, it was Buga and Tirste.
Brando was not afraid of this combination, but he knew that his grandfather and Ebdon were right behind him, waiting for him to walk right into their trap.
This made the young man not dare to use his full strength to counterattack. He could only try his best to parry the attacks that might be fatal. He tried his best to slow down his retreating steps while preserving his strength to guard against Ebdon and his grandfather's sudden attacks.
This kind of focused battle made Brando suffer. He had to maintain his full concentration at all times. The movement of the air around him, the changes in his opponent's muscles, and even the slightest change in their expressions. Only then could he use his understanding of swordsmanship to understand what each of the four swordsmen was going to do next.
He had never done this before, and it made him feel extremely uncomfortable. It was as if every cell in his body was groaning, and his head was dizzy. His hand movements seemed to have become subconscious.
However, Brando did not realize that he was in such a good state right now. The swordsmanship he had seen in the past and his understanding of swordsmanship were slowly corroborating each other in this battle. Gradually, the knowledge from the other world became the knowledge of this world.
It was as if it was unconscious, but he had already mastered it.
One slash.
Two slashes.
Three slashes.
Brendel blocked Buga's and Tirste's swords at an astonishing speed, while his grandfather and Ebdon seized the opportunity to attack.
The youths outside the arena gasped in shock. Even Scarlet could not help but cover her mouth. Her eyes were wide open.
Brando did not even think about it and used all of his strength. He blocked his grandfather's slash with his sword and used the momentum to retreat. He then used the White Raven Swordsmanship to sweep the sand on the ground and repelled Ebdon's attack.
He then landed on the ground and blocked his grandfather's second slash.
Another three slashes.
All of this happened in a breath's time. Brando realized that he did not have this kind of strength before.
He was so shocked that he broke out in cold sweat.
After playing the game for so many years, Brando had seen countless swordsmanship, but he knew that the swordsmanship of the two worlds was not the same.
One was given by the system, while the other was obtained through practice.
The degree of mastery was completely different.
Just like how Brando knew many swordsmanship stances, attack routes and even attack patterns, but when he tried to use them, he only knew the basics.
But the six slashes just now were completely different.
Those six slashes were equivalent to him blocking Buga, Tirste, Ebdon and his grandfather's attacks in just a few seconds.
"Shit!" Brando was shocked. Because what he did was not a self-created technique, but the Flash Strike Sword Art!
Not only did he recognize it, even Kodan who was watching from the sidelines could see that something was wrong.
The old man was frowning at first. He did not feel good. Brando's comprehension of swordsmanship was so good that even someone of his age could not help but feel jealous.
Even though Buga and Tobus were not in their best condition, but with their current standards, Kodan believed that he would not be able to last more than two or three rounds.
Not to mention the other two. Even though he did not know them, they were not weaklings either.
This was a pure confrontation of swordsmanship.
But that was not the only surprise the young man gave him. Especially when Brando used the Flash Strike Sword Art. Kodan could not believe his eyes.
That was the ancient swordsmanship that Bahamut passed down to the Flame King Gretel! That was the inheritance of the dragons!
"This is not the Spirit Seal Sword Art, it is not the Wind Elves' swordsmanship!" A voice shouted in his mind. "Did this kid not rely on the Spirit Seal? How is that possible!"
"Did Tobus not tell him about this? But the inheritance is clearly in the hands of that young man! "
Kodan shook his head vigorously and threw these thoughts out of his mind. He immediately realized a new problem: if he did not rely on the Spirit Seal, If he did not rely on the Spirit Seal, then how did he reach the Golden Realm?
Is this what it means to have an extraordinary talent?
… …
While the old man was fighting, Brando's grandfather and Ebdon retreated. Tirste and Buga once again took turns to attack.
The young man could be said to be exhausted, but he could only retreat. The air wall behind him was already very close.
"My lord, behind you!"
Jutta saw this and could not help but shout out a warning.
Brando split his attention and sensed behind him. Sure enough, he found that he could not retreat any further. But when he looked around, he did not have the ability to break through the encirclement.
Perhaps he could trade injuries for injuries, but he could not let his grandfather know his intentions. Otherwise, it would become a life for a life.
Brando frowned. He felt that it was not realistic to fool the old man.
But at this moment, he heard someone shouting from outside.
"Kid!"
This voice sounded so far away in his drowsy mind, as if it came from the horizon. But Brando still understood. The only one who would call him that was the old guard captain.
He shook his head hard. He did not know why the old man wanted to cause trouble for him. Could it be that he wanted to use this opportunity to get rid of him? That would be a huge mistake. Since Brando dared to challenge the old man, he naturally had a way to protect himself.
It was just that the old man was distracting him, and the Halran Gaia might disappear if he wasn't careful, which made him a little annoyed.
He took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down. He did not intend to give up on the sword. But at this moment, Kodan shouted again.
"Where's your Spirit Print, kid?"
"This again?"
Brando did not know what a Spirit Print was. He felt that he did not even have the strength to reply. But Kodan seemed to know this as well. He immediately shouted inside.
"Your ring, use your ring!"
As he shouted, he raised the Wind Empress Ring in his hand and pointed.
Brendel's brows furrowed. He raised his sword to guard against the four swordsmen who were approaching him, and he was puzzled. Ring of the Wind Empress? Does this old man not know that in this arena, all equipment and skills unrelated to swordsmanship will be sealed?
Thus, he did not intend to answer.
The old man was slightly startled. He seemed to be dissatisfied with Brando's lack of response. But he suddenly thought of something and said, "Kid! Wait, I'm not telling you to use it. Focus on the ring. It's real! "
Brando was stunned.
He subconsciously turned his head and looked at Kodan with a look of surprise.
"What's real?" That was the question in his eyes.
"That ring isn't fake!" Kodan jumped up and down, "I don't know how you got it, but it's your grandfather's. It's real!"
He suddenly widened his eyes, "Behind you!"
Brando turned around. His grandfather had taken advantage of his distraction to stab him in the back. Brendel could feel the cold killing intent coming from his opponent's sword.
It was as if the Grim Reaper had come to him.
…
(Author's Note: Let me say something. The main character's equipment and stats are almost done. After the Underground King storyline is over, I'll release him.
I plan to update the main character's stats every day, but there's a problem. How do I release the stats?
The first method is to update the main character's stats every day. But there's a problem with this method. Students who read later might not be able to see the main character's stats.
The solution is to update the main character's stats every day. But the consequence of this is that in the future, the main character's stats will be similar to the updated chapters. Of course, this isn't a big problem, but it'll be troublesome for you to find out.
Another way to solve this problem was that after I updated the chapters every day, I would use the free word count method to increase the main character's attributes. There might also be some background content related to the novel.
Of course, I'll make a poll for these two solutions. You can choose for yourselves.
Finally, the order of yesterday's chapters was reversed. I apologize in advance. But the order has been corrected, so you can read it normally.
Lastly, I'll ask for this month's monthly votes and next month's guaranteed monthly votes.
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