"Kid!" Kodan patted the air wall. Knowledge and skill were two different things. A person could memorize all the starting stances and attack patterns of a swordsmanship, but that was different from years of personal practice.
Kodan thought that even if Brando 'understood' all the sword styles, it would still be difficult for him to use them. Kodan himself had the same experience, but he had gained a lot of experience from years of practice. He thought that with his advice, Brando might be able to defeat those opponents.
So he shouted: "Don't worry about those things in your head, I'll tell you how to use them. Whose sword style did you learn?"
But what the old man didn't expect was that Brando didn't even care about him.
In fact, the young man was a little annoyed. If it wasn't for Kodan's interference, he wouldn't have failed. But he understood that Kodan was trying to help him, so he didn't mind it too much. But he wouldn't make the same mistake again.
First, it wasn't necessary. Second, the enemies were already in front of him.
Similarly, Ebdon and Buga were at the front, while his grandfather and Tirste were at the back. It seemed like these projections were trying to use the same tactic to force him into a corner. [That's a good idea. My body is getting heavier and heavier. This is a sign that my stamina is running out.]
But this time, the situation was a little different.
Brando thought for a while and picked out a sword style that was most suitable for his current situation. He wasn't unfamiliar with this sword style. He had a friend who was an expert in this sword style. He had also invested a few levels into it, but it didn't fit his main path, so he gave it up.
But the mismatch at that time was unexpectedly suitable for this situation. Brendel shook the tip of his sword slightly, and entered into a very familiar stance.
"Kid!" The woman's voice surprised him. It was a sword style that he had never seen before, but he was already familiar with it.
"What's wrong?" Brando's heart was as calm as still water as he replied from an outsider's point of view.
"Your talent in swordsmanship is really enviable. The only one who can match up to you is probably that guy. "The woman sighed. Her soft sigh could soften one's heart.
Brando didn't know who she was talking about, but judging from the elves' coldness, it might be the Flame King Gretel. As far as he knew, Gilt had been crowned as a genius when he was young. It must be known that in the era of the War of the Holy Saints, when the stars rose together, this title was not as serious as it was now.
His thoughts were erratic, but the tip of his sword pointed at the enemy remained motionless. At this moment, Brando had a clear feeling that he had been split into two.
A self that was about to face the enemy, and a self that was calmly thinking about everything. The two selves did not interfere with each other, forming a dynamic balance.
It was a delicate balance.
It felt as if time had been stretched out, and everything around him had become fine and delicate. The flow of his thoughts had slowed down, and the movements of the people around him had slowed down as well.
The enemies in the Gladiator Arena were slowly moving towards him. The audience's eyes followed their movements. Kodan slapped the air wall and shouted at him from the other side of the arena.
"Kid!" The old man shouted: "Listen to me, don't try to be brave. No one can master a new swordsmanship from the start —"
But before the old swordsman could finish his words, his voice stopped abruptly.
Because he saw Brando suddenly move. The young man only waved the sword in his hand slightly, and in the next moment, he split into four.
It was not a clone technique, but Brando's movements were extremely fast. It was as if there were four Brando's attacking his grandfather, Tirste, Buga, and Ebdon at the same time.
Ding, ding, ding, ding. Four crisp sounds rang out in the next moment.
Horizontally and vertically, Brando clashed with each of his four opponents, and all five of them took a step back. This time, not only did their attack not achieve their goal, but it also increased Brando's range of movement.
This was the Wind Elf's swordsmanship, the old man recognized it.
Wind Dance —
But what he could not believe was that the young man was able to use it just like that. It was as if he had practiced it for years. No, it was not as simple as just practice. The old man was an experienced swordsman, and of course he understood what Brando's swordsmanship meant.
Battle experience!
Kodan's hand froze in mid-air. If his eyes could pop out of their sockets, they would have fallen to the ground by now.
Oh my god, Martha! What kind of talent is this? The old man felt a headache coming on, as if his brain was being twisted together. How could there be such an existence in this world?
He was not the only one who had this feeling. Brando's four opponents felt it especially. Because their strength was limited to the same level, technique became the key to victory. But now, they realized that the young man's swordsmanship had become erratic.
It was a complete change.
The four of them retreated, but they continued to attack after a slight pause. They were all famous swordsmen, and naturally understood that the only way to defeat Brando was to continue pressuring him and not let him have a chance to breathe.
This time, the main attacker was Brando's grandfather. He was the strongest of the four, so he naturally had to bear the brunt of the pressure. He placed his sword flat, and the others immediately understood what he meant. Surround and maintain the pressure.
It could be said that when the old man did this, he had already given up on waiting for an opportunity to decide the outcome of the battle with a single sword strike. Instead, he had switched to a more secure method that was close to defensive suppression. Although it seemed a little despicable, it was still the best choice.
Brando saw this scene and was secretly shocked. He could not help but wonder who his grandfather was. This level of command did not seem like the ability of a veteran.
However, with four against one, the side that was more conservative was still the side with more people. Brando's battle had completely shocked everyone outside the arena.
Especially in the hearts of the youths, this young lord was probably on par with the legendary God of War.
But when the old man placed his sword flat, Brando did the same. However, he did not do so for defense, but for the first stance of a swordsmanship.
The Tejas Assault Swordsmanship.
When Brando found this swordsmanship in the woman's skill list, he was so surprised that the sword in his hand trembled slightly. Compared to Erouine's military swordsmanship, this was the swordsmanship he was most familiar with as a level 130 warrior.
It was also the swordsmanship he used the most.
This swordsmanship was later learned by the northerners and gradually spread. After a few modifications, it was given a new name — The Church's Knight Nation's Assault Swordsmanship.
Brando placed his sword flat and thought to himself, 'Then I'll show you what swordsmanship is.'
At that moment, his grandfather was clearly the one in front, but Tirste was shocked to see that the first person Brando went for was him.
How did he go around him?
That was the question everyone had in mind at that moment. Even the white-haired old man turned around in shock, but all he saw was Brando plunging his sword into Tirste's throat.
"What are you doing?"
The old man was stunned. He couldn't help but ask Buga and Ebdon with his eyes. Even if Brando went around him, how did Brando manage to kill Tirste so easily?
However, Buga and Tirste only replied with the same innocent look.
It was too fast.
Before they could react, Brando had already flicked away Tirste's sword and pierced the young viscount's throat.
"Little one," the woman looked at the scene with surprise: "That's not my swordsmanship."
"I modified it." Brando boasted shamelessly.
His sword didn't slow down as he replied. Brando moved forward, and Ebdon and Buga were like children blocking his path. Even the swordsmanship they were so proud of was like a child's play. The young man's attack was as fast as a dragon, and he broke through the encirclement formed by his grandfather and the two swordsmen in a single turn.
When Buga and Ebdon tried to turn around to look for Brando, the old man raised an eyebrow and tried to block Brando's attack from behind.
However, he immediately realized that it was a trap.
Because Brando's sword had split into three, the old man immediately retreated and swung his sword left and right to deflect Brando's attacks.
This time, it was Brando's turn to be shocked. He looked at his grandfather in disbelief. Even though he didn't have the support of his body and could only display 10% or 20% of his swordsmanship, everyone here was the same. No one was better than the other.
The swordsmanship that his grandfather used to block him was at least at level 60.
Brando's jaw dropped. Did that mean his grandfather was an Elemental Awakener? How was that possible? Thinking about it, he felt that this assumption was too absurd. Would a powerhouse with Elemental Awakening run to a border province to run a small mill?
It wasn't that there was no such thing as a hidden expert, but in Brando's memory, his grandfather had always been a veteran of the November War. That was all.
He looked at the old man in front of him, and the old man looked back at him.
Suddenly, his grandfather's expression changed: "Don't —!"
This was the first time Brando's grandfather's projection spoke because he saw Buga preparing to ambush the young man from behind. Of course, he didn't want to warn Brando. Instead, he wanted to remind him that he was a Rapier Grandmaster.
Unfortunately, it was too late.
Buga and Brando passed by each other. To be exact, Buga's headless corpse passed by Brando.
No one saw how Brando attacked.
"It's just a small trick."
The young man looked at his' grandfather 'and replied.
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