Devard walked out from behind Marquis Yoakam. He had inherited the long face and high cheekbones of the people of Arreck. However, his fingers were a quarter longer than the average person's. As the saying goes, a person with a strange appearance is a strange person. Devard the Eagle was one of the three most famous swordsmen in the Arreck Province. In his early years, he studied under the famous Master Swordsman Olaf. Later on, he surpassed his master and created his own Eagle Strike Sword Style.
Devard used a long, narrow sword that was good for stabbing. When attacking, it was as cunning as a venomous snake, which coincided with his swordsmanship.
"I wonder what this person's intentions are with Marquis Yoakam under the alias of Cagbo?" Brando thought for a moment and raised his sword. However, Princess Magadal pulled him back and said, "Sir, this person has the strength of an Elemental Awakener. I'm afraid you are no match for him …"
Brando already knew the identity of the nun beside him. Hearing her words, he couldn't help but have a good impression of her. He had long heard that the Nun Princess was gentle and kind. She had once taken in a large number of refugees in the name of the Holy Cathedral during Aouine's civil strife. Unfortunately, the good did not have good karma. It was said that her final fate was extremely miserable, and it seemed that she was poisoned to death by her own husband.
"How do you know I'm not a match for him?" Brendel sighed inwardly at the fate of a beautiful woman.
"You …" The princess' beautiful brown eyes widened. She thought to herself, This person doesn't know what's good for him. She was clearly worried about him.
Devard waved his sword and said impatiently, "Are you ready?"
"Wait." The Nun Princess stopped him. She turned her head and stared at Marquis Yoakam who was covering his bloody face. "Marquis Yoakam ordered his servants to fight on his behalf. However, we are going to fight in person. According to the rules of the nobles, this gentleman can ask for more stakes!"
Marquis Yoakam gritted his teeth and stretched out his left hand. A servant beside him carefully ran over and removed a ring from his hand. The Marquis nodded and gestured for the servant to bring the ring over. "Alright, this is my wager. Shall we begin the duel now?" he asked, glaring at Magadal and Brando like a venomous snake.
Brando did not know that there was such a thing in the duel between nobles. He was slightly startled, but the hidden soul in his body immediately occupied the surface of his personality. With Sophie's character of taking advantage of every opportunity, of course, she would not be so generous as to let go of any benefits. When he saw the ring that Marquis Yoakam took out, his eyes lit up slightly. The Snake Curl Ring. This guy was worthy of being a member of the royal family. He had some good stuff on him.
"Lord Marquis is so impressive, a ring is so expensive." But Brando pretended not to know the value of the ring and sneered.
Princess Magadal could not help but cough slightly, and her face was a little red. The Snake Curl Ring of Marquis Yoakam was the work of the Dwarf Rune Master Pinot. It was priceless. It was rumored that although this Marquis did not have a good reputation, he was very generous. There was no rumor that he was stingy, and there were many people who spent money like it was water. Now it seemed that it was true.
Marquis Yoakam was almost driven mad by Brando. He could not help but snort coldly: "This is a magic ring. It can block a fatal attack for you. Do you know its value, country bumpkin?"
"Oh?" Brando's face was full of 'so that's how it is?'
Marquis Yoakam took a deep breath and felt that he would die from anger if he continued to talk to this guy. He simply threw out a bag, and a pile of shiny gold coins spilled out of the bag. But Marquis Yoakam did not care about the money at all. He just scolded, "Then this is enough to buy your life, bumpkin!" The bag of gold coins was at least a hundred thousand Tor coins. Brando thought to himself that this was a fat sheep, but he immediately nodded, indicating that it was enough.
Marquis Yoakam scolded in his heart again.
Princess Magadal felt her face turn red, but she still said calmly: "My side has said that there is no problem. Then, as the witness, I announce that the duel can begin. A duel is a noble's etiquette. I hope that both parties will adhere to their status as gentlemen and promise to abstain from any despicable acts during the duel. No sneak attacks, no poison, no mercy, and no killing. "
The Nun Princess's voice was gentle. She was probably the most gentle and anti-violence witness in Erouine's history. At this moment, Brando and Devard, who went by the pseudonym Cagbo, raised their swords and swore. Both of them knew that this was just a formality. There had never been a duel between nobles that did not involve bloodshed. Once the duel began, the nobles would tear away the last of their gentleness.
Devard put down his sword and signaled Brando to make the first move. As a master of a sect, although he was using a pseudonym, he did not put down the airs of a master. His opponent was just a young boy. If he were to make the first move, this famous Eagle Swordsman did not think that he could afford to lose face. However, Brando did not have such concerns. With the mentality that he would be a bastard if he did not take advantage of the situation, he immediately assumed an offensive stance.
"Military Swordsmanship." Devard snorted contemptuously in his heart.
Brando's sword went straight for Devard's heart. His modified Military Swordsmanship was extremely murderous, and every strike was aimed to take a life. Devard blocked with his long sword, and the two swords clashed in mid-air. Brando held the hilt of his sword with both hands and slashed diagonally at Devard's sword.
The Eagle Swordsman immediately felt that something was wrong. There was no such dangerous fighting style in the Military Swordsmanship. However, his decades of swordsmanship experience were not for nothing. With a flick of his sword, he managed to separate his sword from Brando's attack. He took a step back and frowned slightly. After one exchange, he was actually on the defensive side. His opponent's Military Swordsmanship was extremely strange to him.
However, before he could figure out his next move, his heart suddenly tightened. His experience turned into a sense of crisis and made him react. He saw that after Brando's sword was deflected, Brando was charging towards his chest. The Eagle Swordsman felt a chill in his heart. He subconsciously pulled out a short sword with his left hand and placed it in front of his throat. Brando was close to him, and with a clang of metal, Devard's left hand trembled slightly. There was a shallow line of blood on the short sword in his hand and on his neck.
Devard felt a chill run down his spine. His opponent was crazy. This was a battle of life and death. Fortunately, he reacted quickly. However, in his decades of fighting experience, he had never fought such a battle. The Eagle Swordsman was not a soldier and had never fought on the battlefield. Naturally, he did not understand the difference between life and death on the battlefield. The life and death of a swordsman was glory, while the life of a soldier was just a consumable.
Brando's swordsmanship was extremely decisive. It was as if his entire body had turned into a sharp sword, exuding a terrifying aura. Not only Devard, but even Marquis Yoakam and Magadal's expressions changed. At this moment, they felt as if they were not watching a duel, but a battle of life and death between soldiers on both sides.
"This swordsmanship is so vicious." Marquis Yoakam could not help but touch his neck.
At this moment, Devard was completely provoked by Brando. It was as if he was a beast that had been forced into a desperate situation. As a swordsman, he had never thought that he would come to this point. He felt a sense of powerlessness. His previous swordsmanship was useless in such a battle. It was as if he could only rely on his instincts to win in such a battle. The Eagle Swordsman's palms were covered in a layer of sweat. This was something that had never happened before.
However, even in a desperate situation, the Eagle Swordsman's reaction was faster than the average soldier. His Eagle Swordsmanship was originally a long and short swordsmanship. The short sword in his left hand slashed downwards to force Brando away from his side, while the long sword in his right hand pierced out desperately. Devard heaved a sigh of relief. When Brando retreated, he immediately pressed forward with his sword.
But in the next moment, the Eagle Swordsman could not help but sweat profusely. He saw that Brando had used his left hand to block his sword. The back of his left hand was immediately lacerated, revealing a deep wound. But he still took a step forward and slashed his sword straight towards his ribs. Devard could tell that if the sword landed, the blade would pass through between his seventh and eighth ribs, causing severe damage to his lungs. Devard finally lost his spirit. A silver mirror suddenly appeared in the path of Brando's sword. Dang! Sparks flew everywhere as Brando's sword heavily struck the silver mirror.
A circle of ripples appeared on the surface of the silver mirror. It was like mercury, but after the ripples passed, not even a shallow mark was left.
Next, a series of flashes formed a sphere with Devard as the center. Upon closer inspection, it was a silver convex mirror. These silver mirrors flashed and disappeared, forming a hemispherical defense around the Eagle Swordsman.
Passive Elemental Power.
Brando had long known that Devard's Elemental Power was the Silver Wall. The passive Elemental Power of this Elemental Power was somewhat similar to the Fire Shield. It would automatically defend the Elemental Power from external physical attacks. Of course, this was not an absolute defense. As long as the attacker's strength exceeded the Elemental Power's limit, this layer of defense could be easily broken.
This passive Elemental Power could provide a considerable advantage in a battle of the same level. It was almost invincible in a battle of the same level. Devard had finally used this Elemental Power. In fact, this already showed that he was inferior to Brando in swordsmanship. If this was a contest of swordsmanship, then Devard would have already lost. But unfortunately, this was a duel.
Only then did Devard have the time to wipe his sweat. When he touched his forehead, he realized that it was covered in cold sweat. He looked up at Brando, unable to believe that this youth who was much younger than him had such superior swordsmanship. It was clearly military swordsmanship, but it was not. When he was young, he had been taught by the Sword Saint Darius. He had seen the Legendary Sword Saint's modified military swordsmanship. But this youth's military swordsmanship was even better. When he used his sword, it was as if he was on the battlefield.
To enter the battlefield with the sword, this was the domain of the Sword Saint.
Devard stared at Brando and could not help but ask, "Who are you?"
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