Amber Sword-Chapter 653: Act 75: King of the Underground (26) (2nd update, please support us!!) _2

But what he couldn't believe was, did that young man just use it like that? He did it so skillfully as if he had practiced it for years. No, it was not just practice. As an experienced swordsman, the old man certainly understood what that kind of unadorned simplicity in Brand's sword meant.

Practical experience!

Kulan's action of striking the air wall froze in an instant. If he could pop his eyeballs out, then at this moment, he thought his eyes would surely fall to the ground.

God, Martha! What kind of talent is this? The old man felt a headache as if his brain was twisted by something—how could such an existence be in this world? 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝐰𝚎𝕓𝐧𝚘𝘃𝗲𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝕞

He was not the only one with this feeling. The four opponents on the field felt it even more intensely. Since their strength was limited to the same level, skill became the key to victory, but now they realized—this young man's swordsmanship had obviously become elusive.

It was a transformation.

The four retreated a little but, after a brief pause, continued their attack. They were all famed swordsmen, naturally understanding that at this time, only by continuously applying pressure on Brand, not giving him a moment to breathe, could they wear him down little by little.

This time, the main attacker was Brand's grandfather. He was the strongest among the four, so he naturally had to bear the greatest pressure head-on. He placed his sword flat, and the others immediately understood his intention—surround and maintain pressure.

It could be said that by doing this, the old man had already abandoned the plan to seize victory with one decisive strike, instead opting for this more defensive and suppressive method to win. Although it seemed somewhat unscrupulous, it was the best choice.

Watching this scene, Brand was shocked and couldn't help but ask himself, "Who exactly is my grandfather?" This level of command didn't seem like something an old soldier would be capable of.

But against four people, it was the majority that appeared more conservative. Brand's performance in this battle had already shaken everyone outside the field.

Especially in the hearts of those young people, this young lord was on his way to being equated with those legendary war gods.

The old man placed his longsword flat, and Brand also placed his longsword flat, but he did so as the beginning stance of a swordsmanship technique.

The Taihasians' thrusting swordsmanship—

When Brand found this swordsmanship in the woman's skill list, he was overjoyed that his hands trembled. Compared to Erune's military swordsmanship, this was the swordsmanship he, as a Level 130 warrior, was most familiar with.

It was also the swordsmanship he used the most.

This swordsmanship was later learned by the Northern people in history and gradually spread. After several improvements, it got a new name—Church Knights Country Grace's offensive swordsmanship!

Brand gently placed his longsword flat, thinking, "Then let me show you what real swordsmanship is."

Then he moved. At that moment, though his grandfather was in the front, Test was horrified to find that the first person Brand targeted—was him.

How did he get around?

This was the common thought in everyone's mind at that moment. Even the old man with a head full of white hair was stunned and turned his head, only to see Brand's sword piercing Test's throat.

"What are you doing?"

The old man was dumbfounded. He couldn't help but use his eyes to question Bujia and Albton. Even if Brand bypassed him, how could Brand easily kill Test amidst the outflank of two people?

But Bujia and Test responded with similarly innocent looks.

Too fast.

They barely reacted before Brand flicked away Test's thrusting sword with one strike and pierced the young viscount's throat with another.

"Little guy," the woman also looked slightly surprised at this scene: "This is not my swordsmanship."

"I improved it," Brand boasted shamelessly.

As he answered, his hands did not slow down. He moved forward, and Albton and Bujia, who stood in his way, seemed like children. Even their proud swordsmanship looked like child's play. The young man's offensive was as fast as a fierce dragon, and with a turn, he broke through the encirclement set by his grandfather and the two swordsmen.

When Albton and Bujia tried to turn back and find Brand's figure again, the old man's eyebrows twitched, and he attempted to block Brand's strike aimed at Albton from behind with one thrust.

But he immediately realized it was a trap.

Because Brand's sword split into three in front of him. The old man instantly retreated, flinging his sword sideways with a series of clanging sounds to deflect Brand's attacks.

This time, it was Brand's turn to be shocked. He looked at his "grandfather" in disbelief. Though without the support of physical properties, he could only exert ten to twenty percent of his swordsmanship level at best, but here it was the same for everyone, and no one was significantly better than another.

But his grandfather had just blocked those strikes, displaying at least a Level 60 proficiency.

Brand's mouth fell open, thinking, "Does that mean my grandfather once awakened the Elements? How could that be?" Even thinking about it seemed too absurd. How likely would a strong master who had awakened the Elements go to the border provinces to run a small mill?

It's not that hidden experts don't exist, but in his—in Brand's memory, his grandfather had always just been an old soldier from the November War, nothing more.

He looked at the old man in front of him, and the old man also looked at him.

But suddenly, his grandfather's expression changed: "No—!"

This was the first time the projection of Brand's grandfather had spoken because he saw Bujia preparing to sneak attack the young man from behind. He wasn't warning Brand; on the contrary, he wanted to caution the one who was a Cross Sword master.

Unfortunately, it was a bit too late.

Bujia and Brand crossed paths—or rather, Bujia's headless corpse crossed paths with Brand.

And no one saw how Brand made his move.

"Just a little trick."

The young man looked at his "grandfather," answering like that.

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