No matter how sharp Brando's ears were, he wouldn't be able to eavesdrop on the conversations of a few ordinary teenagers tens of meters away. What's more, he is seizing the time to get acquainted with the long sword in his hand—this is a magic sword—but it's a very ordinary one, slightly lighter than a normal long sword.
This sword can be regarded as a low-magic item at best. Brando has actually used a similar sword before, but as an over-equipment, he has long lost the name.
The young man shook the sword casually, and the sweeping wind made two shallow marks on the sand. This action fell in Kuran's eyes, making his eyes light up slightly, "It really is white crow swordsmanship—" The old man had recovered from his previous surprise, but immediately raised his eyebrows again.
"White crow swordsmanship is one of the secret swordsmanship of Eruin's court, how did this kid learn it?" He wondered secretly.
But the same action in the eyes of teenagers also caused controversy—
"What is he doing?" Maher saw the white light flashing on Brando's sword, and the sand beside him was also filled with smoke. He couldn't help but frowned and asked in confusion.
"Are you creating smoke?" Joka replied uncertainly: "Look for a chance to defeat the enemy in the smoke. Do you have to use your brain to know how to fight, Maher?"
"Isn't he also unable to see others in the smoke?"
Joka suffocated and rolled his eyes angeredly: "There must be some special skills, otherwise someone will cause trouble for themselves? You can figure it out after a little thought—"
But Ke Wen interrupted them. After watching for a long time, he finally confirmed this: "He is familiar with the sword."
"Familiar with the sword?"
"That sword was given to him by Captain Kuran." Someone said.
Is it really okay to change the sword before the battle? These teenagers have never seen the world again and understand that this must be influential. They couldn't help but look on the court-Brando had stopped his movements at this time and seemed to be ready.
Medissa stood behind the young man with a silver long shuttle, but her unicorn did not follow her as she did because she went deep underground. But even on the ground, the ancient combat skills of the silver elves were not inferior.
Kuran had experienced this before, and he did not dare to look down upon this little girl.
The gate to the north of the arena opened again, and behind it was the same three-headed hell dog that had died before. This behemoth clasped its claws on the ground, and its three huge heads let out low roars. , The three pairs of blood-red eyes looked around, seeming to be looking for the enemy before it.
Its appearance caused a sigh, and it seemed that some people didn't expect this thing to come back from the dead.
And this time with the last experience, this monster from the underground of the River of Sulfur seems to have learned a lot. It waited for the owner of the arena to release the chain for it, and then entered the arena with its black and red fur.
It sprayed its nose, showing a cautious look, and approached Brando and Medissa carefully in circles.
Others seem to have learned the lesson from this big dog, but Kuran smelled something unusual in the air.
The old man stared at the center of the arena, his nose moved, and he couldn't help but frown and complained, "The little guy won't control his aura, so that all the arena is shrouded in his aura. By comparison, That little girl is going to be much gentler..."
His brows furrowed deeper and deeper: "But what is this smell, the element? What element is this, a bit weird..."
Because the surroundings are getting colder and colder, hoarfrost even appears on the sand on the walls, and the flow of air tends to stop, as if the whole space is filled with a sinking, still smell.
Even the group of teenagers tens of meters away felt a sense of stagnation in their bodies, not to mention the three-headed hell dog right in front of Brando.
The young man stared at the big dog's six-round blood-red eyes, his expression flat. But the feeling of the latter is not so good-the hellhound feels as if a heavy mountain is pressed on its body, with a pair of firm shackles on its front and back paws, not to mention attacking, even further advancement is difficult.
The Hellhound lowered its three huge heads subconsciously, as if to fight against this powerful force.
"Huh?" Kuran was startled slightly.
At this moment, Brando's two words'stillness and stability' are incomparably clear, and he feels that he can touch the rules—just like when he was in the war with Kabais, the power of the elements seemed to be It's in your hands and can be used at any time.
He knew this feeling was just an illusion. Compared with the golden stage, the power of the element is like a triggering attribute, which is not controllable.
But now, this attribute is obviously triggered.
Everyone, including the teenagers, noticed something wrong. They saw that the huge, two-story behemoth was born in front of Brando and lay down. The demon's limbs and chin were on the ground-like a courtier surrendering to the emperor.
It had to surrender, because the great power made it immobile.
The young man stood there motionless, looking at each other, as if accepting such a surrender with peace of mind.
Everyone was stunned by this scene, and Kuran was even more stunned-what element is this? Domineering
"Medissa, come on." But Brando only said softly. Unlike everyone else, he only felt such a powerful force shouting in his heart, roaring to rule everything, like a terrible giant. Beasts will break out of their shells anytime and anywhere.
He even had the illusion that as long as he raised his hand, the world would collapse for it.
Power like a god.
Then the little silver elf took the initiative, and the long silver shuttle in his hand turned into a silver thread extending forward, the tip of which was shining with a cold death light.
Time seemed to be stretched by this blow. Everyone saw that simple silver line traversed a semicircle along the arena, and then slowly approached the Hellhound from one side.
As long as it is moving forward, it can penetrate the three huge heads of the demon with one strike.
But at the last moment, under the pressure of the approaching death breath, Big Dog finally broke free from Brando's elemental power. It tried its best to lift its head up and jump back, obviously avoiding the fatal blow.
It's a pity that Brando had a strange thought flashing in his mind, as if he felt that the world was in his grasp. He was just a move and pulled the behemoth back abruptly. With a soft sound of'chiff', Medissa's small body raised her spear, and after the silver long shuttle pierced through the three huge heads, he pulled the hapless three-headed dog up and threw it forward.
Its body fell into the sand with a crash.
Killed in one blow.
The teenagers, everyone including Maher stayed.
Kuran almost thought he heard the sound of his chin landing, and the old man couldn't help but subconsciously touched his chin with his hand to make sure that the part was still on his body.
He was overwhelmed by the elements of space.
"That's..." Joka felt as if her throat was stuck by someone, and the second half of the sentence stuck back into her stomach. But no one came to laugh at him, because everyone was the same.
Brando caught this point himself, he looked at his hand, a little unsure. Whether it is the lock in space or the cessation of time, it is infinitely close to the power of existence.
But he was surprised. Medissa had already returned to him: "Lord Lord?" She asked a little surprised. Of course, the girl who shot the blow just now felt stronger than anyone else.
But Brando waved his hand. He himself couldn't confirm it. At this time, a rumbling voice sounded above the arena:
"Mortal, do you continue to challenge?"
"Of course." The young man replied with a bit of excitement and inexplicable, but also a little worried about gains and losses.
Evarian entered quickly.
"I'll come this time." Brando said. He could feel that his control over the elements was gradually declining as the peak period passed. He had to experiment as soon as possible to confirm his doubts.
Metissa looked at him, guessing about his intentions, and nodded slightly.
Brando put down the long sword in his right hand and walked towards the lord of the gray dwarf.
The icy momentum once again overwhelmed the opponent.
Evarian stunned slightly and snorted softly. The gray dwarf immediately lost the flaunting posture when he entered the game, pretending to be relaxed in order to put pressure on the opponent, his two small eyes gleaming under his brutal helmet, he took the warhammer off his shoulders somewhat solemnly, and held it in both hands. , The center of gravity shifted down to enter the combat stance.
This time even Joka saw it. It was a kind of vigilance that instinctively reacted when the beast encountered danger—
But that young man is so terrible
He stared at Brando carefully, and couldn't imagine that the young man who had dealt with him and had a somewhat easy-going attitude would be dangerous enough to make this dwarf like a steel fortress tense just by looking at it.
He may be a bit powerful, but after all, he is so young! Joka recalled his own experience. In fact, Brando's reaction was similar to that of the cavalry guards in the mining area. He thought their strength should be similar.
Although that is already very powerful in the eyes of this young man.
But he knew right away that he was wrong, because Brando had already attacked. In order to seize the last chance, the young man charged as soon as he shot.
In the eyes of others, it is fast—incredibly fast. They couldn't capture Brando's advancing trajectory at all, they could only see his figure disappearing and then appearing, as if moving instantaneously, already in front of Evarian.
The space left a rippling ripple behind him—
The gray dwarves are all startled, but his rich combat experience has made him howl and raise his warhammer with both hands to block. But his action freezes at this moment, Brando’s blade is between existing and non-existent-as if the illusion penetrates his line of defense, through the gap between his helmet and breastplate, and penetrates him. Throat.
The dwarf's eyes widened, and only had time to make a soft'cock'.
Brando already stopped in front of him like a ghost, pressing one hand on his warhammer, and gently pulling back the sword with his right hand, bringing up a bloody flower, and then the heavy fortress crashed to the ground. . The black blood slowly spread out from under the dwarf's body.