In fact, Brando wanted to use the White Raven Sword Art to prove himself, but he was powerless to do so. He could not help but feel powerless. Greysword Saint-mephistopheles was as terrifying as ever. He did not even give him a chance to fight back.
[Let's not talk about using the White Raven Sword Style. If I make any unnecessary movements, I'll probably be killed by her sword.] Although Mephistopheles was determined to capture him alive, a battle of swordsmanship was not a joke.
Both parties knew that the other party would go all out. If one of them tried to play around, he would be killed by the other party. That was not within Mephistopheles' expectations.
After all, who would have thought that an opponent who was fighting with his life would play around with his own?
Mephistopheles knew that Brando would have to use all his strength to block his attacks. That was the only way to limit the young man's movements. In fact, Brando had already surprised Mephistopheles.
He was sure that this young man was a genius, and not just any genius.
It was not that he was arrogant, but he had never seen a young man who could withstand three of his attacks. Not to mention a young man, even a Grand Swordsman who had been famous for a long time might not be able to withstand three of his attacks. After a round of battle, Mephistopheles had a rough idea of Brando's strength.
But the more he thought about it, the more he was sure that Veronica would not give up on this young man so easily. Even in the Cruz Empire, it was rare for a young man in his early twenties to possess the strength of a Gold. Moreover, he was also a genius in swordsmanship and battle tactics.
Even Mephistopheles was secretly interested in this young man. But it was a pity that he was from the Cruz Empire. The genius of the Cruz Empire was his enemy.
Mephistopheles's face was cold, but his sword moved faster.
At this time, Brando heard Orthlyss yawn sleepily and said, "Quick, little guy. Give me the control of this body. You can't defeat this guy."
"Is it okay?" Brando's mind was as fast as lightning.
"There's a bit of a problem. You're definitely much weaker than him, but at least you're not completely helpless."
"I mean, is it okay to force it? Lady Orthlyss, didn't you say that this is not the correct way to use the Holy Seal?"
"Of course. I've rested for a month or two since the last time. Ten minutes or so shouldn't be a problem." Orthlyss replied proudly, "What, are you looking down on me?"
"That's not it, Lady Orthlyss," Brando replied. After all, they were in the prime material plane. But when he thought about how Orthlyss had saved his life in Bucce, he felt relieved. "You can do it."
The exchange of thoughts between the two was completed in an instant. Mephisto's greatsword had just collided with Brando's Halran Gaia.
But in reality, Brando was no longer in control of his body.
In that instant, Orthlyss struck out three times in a row. Halran Gaia turned into a black shadow in her hand. Due to its speed, it looked like Halran Gaia had split into three and collided with Mephisto's greatsword at the same time.
"Ding!" The three sword strikes turned into a single metallic sound.
Then, Orthlyss took advantage of the momentum and retreated out of the range of the Ash Sword Saint's attack without taking any damage. At this time, only a few seconds had passed since the start of the fight.
There was a deathly stillness in the vicinity.
The youths were dumbfounded, let alone the nobles from Erouine's diplomatic party. They seemed to have only just realized what they had seen.
Was that young man really one of Erouine's men?
Were the two of them still using mortal swordsmanship?
Although the nobles were unbearable, they still had some ability to join the diplomatic party. Especially Robert, who was born in a prominent family, was naturally knowledgeable. He took a deep breath and immediately realized something. That young man was probably the most outstanding genius of Erouine in the last three centuries. He couldn't let him die in the hands of someone of unknown origin.
Although Brando had called out the name of the Greysword Saint-mephistopheles, there were many people with the same name in this world. Furthermore, the Ash Sword Saint had disappeared for so many years that it was normal for Robert to not recognize him.
But at this moment, he suddenly ran out and shouted, "Sir, wait, he's not Crewe —"
He wanted to prove that Brando wasn't one of Cruz's men, but before he could finish his sentence, the Sword Saint who had rested his greatsword on his shoulder interrupted him.
Greysword Saint-mephistopheles raised his eyebrows and looked at Brando with interest. He didn't even look at the fat Robert who was yelling at the side. Instead, he interrupted him and said to Brando, "What a good Flash Strike Sword Art, descendant of Gretel. Young man, Cruz's secret swordsmanship is now in your hands. What else do you have to say?"
The jaws of Erouine's diplomatic party dropped to the ground when they heard Brendel's words.
Robert stared at the young man with his mouth agape. His mind went blank for a moment. Cruz's secret swordsmanship, Flash Strike Sword Art, was passed down from the Dragon Clan. It was much more famous than Erouine's White Raven Swordsmanship, which was modified from the Wind Elf's Sword Art.
The White Raven Swordsmanship might have been lost to the outside world, but Flash Strike Sword Art could only be practiced by Gretel's direct descendants. It was the Flame King's swordsmanship, one of the pride of the Eagle Empire.
Greysword Saint-mephistopheles and even the fat Erouine noble who fought alongside Brando from the Calamity of Wolves couldn't help but wonder if this young noble was really one of Cruz's men.
Brando looked more like Erouine's men.
But in fact, except for the blond hair and blue eyes of the pure-blooded Eagle Knight's descendants, most Cruz's men and Erouine's men were very similar. After all, both of them were born from the same race centuries ago.
Not to mention that Brando's mother was from Kaleiga, and his ancestors were exiled nobles from Cruz. Therefore, it was hard for him to tell the difference.
At this moment, Robert suddenly realized something.
No wonder!
No wonder this young man dared to teach the little princess of Flower Leaf a lesson so mercilessly. No wonder he dared to talk back to Veronica. No wonder he didn't put the Lion Beastmen in his eyes.
This young man was originally from Cruz, and not just any ordinary Cruz's men. He knew Flash Strike Sword Art, which meant that he was a direct descendant of the Flame King, Gretel.
Cruz was not like Erouine, where the Corvado Dynasty replaced the Seifer Dynasty. Because of the support of the Holy Cathedral of Fire, it was natural for the descendants of the Flame King to rule the empire.
In summary.
In other words, this young man was not only from Cruz, but also from the royal family of Cruz!
When he thought of how they dared to provoke a member of the royal family of Cruz, Robert could not help but raise his chubby hand to wipe the sweat off his forehead.
He paused for a moment and said hesitantly to Brando: "Sir Baron, please forgive us. We shouldn't have offended you —"
He did not dare to directly say that Brando was from Cruz to avoid the wrath of Mephisto. But in his opinion, Mephisto had already recognized Brando's identity, so it made no difference whether he said it or not.
But as soon as he spoke, Orthlyss glanced at him in confusion. At this moment, Brando, who had just returned his soul to his body, almost vomited blood.
Damn it, this time he would not be able to clear his name even if he jumped into the Yellow River!
"Lady Orthlyss," he could not help but say: "You —"
"What?" Orthlyss was slightly stunned. She was not an idiot. When she heard Mephisto's strange question and saw Robert's suspicious attitude, she naturally understood that she had done something stupid.
But what she could not understand was that the Flame King Gretel's swordsmanship was a Sage's swordsmanship. Could it be that the descendants of the Flame King had fallen to the point where everyone wanted to beat them up?
But that did not seem to be the case.
"Aren't you a Wind Elf? Why do you know how to use Flash Strike Sword Art?" Brando asked weakly: "Normally, people would use the swordsmanship they are most familiar with, right?"
"That's true," Orthlyss replied: "But boy, this is your body now. Most of the swordsmanship I've trained in is suitable for females, and Gilt's swordsmanship is most suitable for you. That's why you can unleash 100% of its power."
[In that situation just now, I could only use my full strength to protect myself,] she replied in her mind: [Also, didn't you use Flash Strike Sword Art last time in the Arena of Destiny?]
Brando almost vomited blood again. He thought that Orthlyss was an unexpected savior, but he did not know that this was the worst decision he had ever made. This was the worst decision he had ever made.
But he also knew that the Knight herself was not at fault. It was just that he could not think of such a coincidence even if he racked his brains.
[This is too much of a coincidence!]
But there was no point in saying anything now. Even Erouine's envoy had begun to doubt his identity. The Centaurs and Tree Elves naturally did not have the ability to prove his identity.
Only Kodan, Amandina, and Scarlet knew that he was telling the truth. They had seen him use Flash Strike Sword Art in the Underworld.
But then again, could Kodan, Amandina, and Scarlet really be sure? Brando knew that in their hearts, he was also a mystery.
Moreover, even if the two ladies were willing to testify, Greysword Saint-mephistopheles might not necessarily believe them. After all, in the eyes of this Sword Saint, they were on the same side as him.
Brando glanced over.
Scarlet seemed to want to walk over, but she was pulled back by Amandina. This action made Brando breathe a sigh of relief. He was really afraid that Scarlet would act rashly. Mephistopheles did not kill him because he still had some use for him. He might not be merciful to others.
In fact, at this time, Brando understood that there was only one way left to prove his identity.
And that was the Silver Brooch of the Princess.
A real member of the Royal Family of Cruz would not disguise himself as a Knight of the Royal Family of Erouine.
However, it was obviously not appropriate to display the Silver Brooch of the Princess here. Brando looked around and said to Orthlyss: "Lady Orthlyss, do you have any tricks that can increase my speed?"
"Of course, why?" Orthlyss replied while keeping her guard up against Mephistopheles.
"Think of a way to lure him away from here. Lure him to a place where there's no one." Brando replied.
"Boy, you're being too whimsical," Orthlyss shook her head: "His absolute strength is far greater than yours. I can only rely on my skills to make up for it for a while. There's no way I can escape —"
"That's enough. Greysword Saint-mephistopheles' speed is his weakness," Brando said with certainty: "Even if it's not enough to shake him off, it's more than enough to lure him away."
"Are you sure?" The Knight was slightly surprised.
Brando thought to himself that if he was not sure, he would not have been able to complete the Iron Body quest in the past. He nodded: "Listen to me, Lady Orthlyss. Go west from here and lure him to a place."
Orthlyss hesitated for a moment, then nodded.
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