Amber Sword-Chapter 630: Act 64 King of the Underground (15) (1st update) (Please support, thank you all for your support)
Even with Brando’s sharp ears, he couldn’t overhear conversations of a few ordinary teenagers dozens of meters away. Moreover, he was busy getting familiar with the longsword in his hand—a magic sword. Although it was quite ordinary, slightly lighter than typical longswords.
This sword could at best be considered a low magic item. Brando had used similar swords before, but merely as transitional equipment, so he couldn’t remember their names anymore.
The young man casually swung the sword, and the wind it swept up left two shallow marks on the sandy ground. The action caught Kulan’s eye, making him squint slightly, "It’s indeed White Crow Swordsmanship—" The old man had recovered from his initial shock but immediately raised an eyebrow.
"White Crow Swordsmanship is one of the Erune Court’s secret arts, how did this kid learn it?" he wondered silently. 𝑓𝘳𝑒𝑒𝓌𝘦𝘣𝘯ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝑚
But the same action sparked controversy among the teenagers—
"What’s he doing?" Maher asked, seeing the white light flashing on Brando’s sword and the sand around him filling with smoke, he frowned in confusion.
"Making smoke, perhaps?" Joka answered, somewhat unsurely, "Trying to find a chance to defeat his enemy in the smoke, you need to use your brains in battle, Maher."
"But he couldn’t see others either in the smoke, right?"
Joka was momentarily flustered and rolled his eyes impatiently, "There must be some special technique; otherwise who would create trouble for themselves? A little thought will make it clear—"
But Kevan interrupted them, having watched for a while, he finally confirmed, "He’s getting familiar with the sword."
"Getting familiar with the sword?"
"The sword was given to him by Captain Kulan," someone said.
Would changing the sword right before the battle really be okay? These teenagers, despite their lack of worldly experience, understood that it would certainly have an impact. They couldn’t help but look to the arena—Brando had already stopped his actions and seemed ready.
Medisha stood beside the young man holding a silver long shuttle. Because they were underground, her unicorn hadn’t followed as usual. But even above ground, the ancient combat skills of the Silver Elf were equally formidable.
Kulan had experienced it firsthand and did not underestimate the young lady.
The northern gate of the duel arena opened once again, revealing the Hellhound that had died once before. The giant beast dug its claws into the ground, three massive heads roaring low, three pairs of blood-red eyes scanning around, seemingly searching for its previous enemy.
Its appearance drew a low sigh; evidently, someone hadn’t expected the creature to revive.
This time, having the experience from before, the monster from the subterranean River of Sulfur seemed to have learned its lesson. It waited for the arena master to release its chain, then shook its black-red fur and stepped into the arena.
It sniffed the air cautiously and began to circle around, inching closer to Brando and Medisha.
To others, it seemed the big dog had learned a lesson, but Kulan sensed something unusual in the air.
The old man stared at the center of the arena, his nose twitched, then he frowned and murmured, "The lad can’t control his aura, making the entire arena enveloped in his presence. Comparing to him, that young lady is much gentler..."
His frown deepened, "But what is this smell, an element? Which element is this, it’s peculiar..."
Because the surroundings were growing colder, white frost appeared on the walls and sandy ground, the air flow seemed to stop, the whole space filled with a heavy, stationary sensation.
Even the teenagers several dozen meters away felt like their bodies were sinking into a quagmire, not to mention the Hellhound directly facing Brando.
The young man stared at the six blood-red eyes of the big dog, his expression calm. But the latter’s experience was far from pleasant—the Hellhound felt an immense pressure on its body, as if a heavy mountain was pressing down, and firm shackles binding its front and back paws, making even a single step forward incredibly difficult.
The Hellhound instinctively lowered its three giant heads as if struggling against an overpowering force.
"Huh?" Kulan was slightly stunned.
At this moment, the words ’stasis, stability’ were crystal clear in Brando’s mind, he felt he could touch that principle—as if during the battle with Kabais, the elemental power seemed to be within his grasp, ready to be controlled and used at any moment.
