Amber Sword-Chapter 628: Scene 63 King of the Underground (14) (2nd update) (Seeking support, hoping for attention.)
"Ah!" The girl beside Kevan exclaimed softly.
But on the other side, a flash of doubt flickered in Qian’s eyes.
The old swordsman advanced instead of retreating, raising his sword with his right hand to clash directly with Evaryan’s gigantic warhammer for the first time. A sharp, piercing sound, ’ding,’ resonated throughout the Duel Arena, and everyone couldn’t help but instinctively close their eyes and cover their ears.
But in the next moment, those young men in the cages were surprised to see—Kulan had swept away Evaryan’s warhammer with one strike.
Everyone had only one thought in their minds: This is impossible!
Brand’s heart pounded heavily; he had long suspected that Kulan had been hiding his Strength, waiting for this final blow. However, what truly shocked him was that during Kulan’s backhand strike, only he and Medisha saw the fleeting blue flash on Kulan’s right index finger.
Wind Bullet!
Brand instinctively glanced at the same ring on his own right index finger. Although counterfeits of the Wind Queen’s Ring were widespread in Vorn, this was too much of a coincidence!
He momentarily lost focus, missing Kulan’s swift step forward with the sword that lifted Evaryan’s helmet and pierced his throat. By the time Brand snapped back to his senses, the dwarf lord’s body had already dissolved into white light. But the old man didn’t fare well either; his hurried sword strike had left him receiving a heavy punch to the chest from Evaryan. The spikes on Evaryan’s hand armor not only drove the force deep and bruised his lungs but also left his chest bloody and mangled.
But what was truly deadly was the exhaustion of his stamina. After securing victory, the old man could no longer hold up; he leaned on his sword for support, gasping for breath before he could recover.
Only then did Kulan point out of the arena, and one of the cages holding the boys opened its door.
"Come out, Joka. How did you end up here?" the old man asked, panting.
"Captain Kulan?"
The boys were stunned, momentarily unsure of what to do, wondering why Kulan saved them first. But they didn’t know that the guard captain was not actually in cahoots with Brand.
The old man coughed, heavily injured, an injury that would have long killed an ordinary person. He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand, looking unconcerned.
"Alright, stay on the side." He waved a hand at the boys, "What does this have to do with you, I’ll ask you later."
Joka and Maher were speechless; although Kulan saved them, they had been caught in two separate waves. Now Kevan and a few other companions were still trapped in cages—it seemed that Kulan had saved them only to understand the whole situation, and the aged guard captain didn’t intend to engage in another challenge.
Everyone knew deep down, the old man didn’t have the ability to continue fighting.
Even though Maher and Kevan usually mocked each other, the boys shared deep bonds. Asking them to abandon their companions like this made it hard to accept.
What could they do about it? They were powerless, standing there in confusion.
"You go first, Joka." The thin boy’s face showed little panic, calmly addressing his companions.
"Kevan." 𝕗𝕣𝐞𝐞𝘄𝐞𝚋𝚗𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹.𝚌𝕠𝚖
"As many as can go, go. For the rest, I’ll find a way myself."
"What way?" Joka asked.
"I don’t know." Kevan answered truthfully.
But Kulan didn’t pay attention to what the boys were saying. He knew Joka and Maher just because he was familiar with them. However, in his eyes, they were just a bunch of idle troublemakers from Shafrend Town, not worth his consideration.
"Mortal, do you want to continue the challenge?"
A mighty and imposing voice rolled over the Duel Arena—
"No!"
The old man declined the next challenge, limping toward the edge of the arena while calling out loudly to Brand, "Kid from the Tobus family, how’s it going?"
Brand looked over and shrugged.
But the old man came over, tossing the sword in his hand to Brand. "Here, borrow this sword—it’s your turn next. Let me see if the descendant of that stubborn old man has made any progress!"
Then he looked Brand up and down, "You’re his son?" He shook his head, "Doesn’t resemble much, maybe grandson? But judging by your age, no more than twenty or so, you’ve already entered the Golden Domain. In that aspect, you’re not much worse than that guy—"
"A warrior’s offspring is never a dog." Kulan shook his head, as if lamenting that he himself had no descendants.
