Scene 67 Brando’s Sword Skills

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The Lantern Hotel in Chablis is located on the highest cliff of the town. It looks like a huge arched wooden hall where the wild heroes and gods lived in classical mythology. It stands on the top of the rock and has experienced wind and rain. , the moisture soaked into the solid wood and now it has turned faintly black.

Looking down from the hall, rows of densely packed windows are opened on the gray-white cliff. From a distance, this unique landscape looks like a huge honeycomb or a dragon's lair on the cliff.

But in fact, it was a hotel room.

"Maned wolf.

In the room where Macaro stayed temporarily, the door had been pushed open a quarter of an hour ago.

The experienced mercenary leader raised his head from a sketch of the Chablis area. He heard a certain term from the description of his subordinates, and his thick and thick eyebrows couldn't help but raise his right hand wearing a deerskin glove. Hold that.

Magnifying glass with bronze handle.

But he had already asked: "Article 314?" "In a formal mission, if the two mercenaries conflict on any goal.

An attempt should be made to temporarily merge the two parties and treat it as a mutual agreement.

As for the details of the merger, they should be reached through negotiation between the two parties. An old man with white hair sitting on a wicker chair by the window sill answered.

The old man stared intently at a large book with a red cover that was almost four inches thick in his hand, as if he was interested in this.

The topic is not interesting.

"Master Lee Woods, can this article be applied in this way?"

"It's not a bad idea."

The old man replied.

"Okay, let me first see who that young man is." Macaro waved to the young man standing in front of his desk and said, "Go ahead and let Lei Po try him."

But he immediately stopped the other party: "Wait a minute, has that boy Eco been found?" "No news yet, Mr. Captain, "Okay, I understand."

Go ahead. Macaro shook his head. He snorted and muttered: "I must make that boy look good this time. It seems that I usually dote on him a little too much.

If this continues, it will be difficult for me to explain in front of adults. While the old man was reading, a smile flashed across his face and he shook his head slightly.

"Your name is Brando?"

"I asked Brando. Brando raised his head and looked at this young man who was a head taller than himself.

His hair is that rare pure white, his eyes are as clear and transparent as amber gold, and his face is as feminine as can be.

Some of them look like women.

Yabuli? Brando thought to himself that the only impression he had of this ethnic minority living in the Land of Destiny seemed to be the young silver-haired swordsman Gurekes who was active on the land of Warnd about thirty years ago.

He felt that the other party would not accept his request so easily, but he did not expect the "maned wolf."

Macaro actually sent such a young man to test him.

To be honest, except for the Revelator and the Chosen One, there are very few young people of this era who are about the same age as Brando who can beat him at this moment.

Fei level's strength is considered to be at the upper reaches of Black Iron.

What's more, the old level of professional level is the first threshold for any profession. Once this threshold is crossed, the profession's bonus to attributes will begin to enter the stage of transition from first-level power to second-level power.

Although Brando lost the Thorn of Light at the moment, his strength went further, reaching a high energy level, which was close to twelve or even thirteen times that of a trained soldier.

Although he looks like a frail young man, if he wants to, he can easily kill a wild boar with one punch.

As long as Brando opens his attribute panel, he can clearly see that his absolute power has reached this terrifying value.

That is to say, theoretically speaking, he can single-handedly face any squadron of any country's second or third-line corps in this world.

They can easily kill eight in and eight out.

This kind of strength is commonly referred to by adventurers in Eruin as: squadron leader level strength.

What's more, Brando's hidden strength is far more than that. His level 10 Eruin military swordsmanship alone is enough to put most of Eruin's officers and knights to shame.

certainly.

Brando doesn't feel it yet, he just thinks that he seems to be still some distance away from his grandfather.

But before he finished thinking, he saw that the young man had drawn his sword and pointed it at him. The tip of the sword was shaking slightly, and a cold light flashed in his field of vision.

“Listen, businessman, I never accept a challenge from weakness, nor do I show mercy, quite the opposite.

Because the duel between warriors is sacred, it is to use swords to fight and try every means to end the opponent's life. "

The white-haired young man said: "The leader asked me to fight you, but I will not show mercy against my own wishes. Have you thought clearly?" Brando turned back to look at Roman.

"Brando, does he mean that he is better than you?" The businesswoman's eyes widened. In fact, she was trying to open them wider, and then she blinked and asked.

"No, I don't think it meant that. Brando was not mad at Roman at least, so he could only reply angrily.

"grown ups?.

Antitina asked.

Brando shook his head and thought, can't you have a little confidence? However, he had already drawn the sword from his waist. After the elf sword Thorn of Light was lost, he had been using an ordinary stainless steel sword, just like the one he has now.

The white-haired young man couldn't help showing a hint of contempt when he saw his sword. The sword was brand new, as if he had just bought it from a blacksmith's workshop. He was not mistaken. This was also the case, because the previous sword had been used in a certain battle. It broke into pieces because it couldn't bear Brando's power.

Brando raised his sword and waved it casually, as if he was adapting to the new sword.

However, his actions immediately caused a burst of boos from the surrounding mercenaries and explorers sitting in the hotel lobby. No swordsman would adapt to his sword before the battle. Brando's performance was simply like a person without any knowledge. A young boy who has been on the battlefield.

"Reddy, isn't your idol the Yabuli Sword Saint Gurekes? Defeat this young boy and let us see your strength!" "Well said, as a fellow countryman of the Evil Saint, you can't What a shame. "Reddy, come on, kill him."

The mercenaries immediately started booing. These lawless people are a group of people who will never keep their peace in any place.

But when Brando heard one of the names, he couldn't help being slightly startled: "Gurekes?" He was about to enter a preparatory posture of Eruin's military swordsmanship, but at this moment he relaxed and raised his head and asked road.

This distraction caused him to only complete half of his movements, and the starting posture of military swordsmanship was suddenly out of shape.

The mercenaries booed again.

"You don't deserve to be mentioned by that name."

The white-haired young man's face darkened, and he had already thrust out his sword.

In the eyes of ordinary people, this sword is as fast as lightning.

But within the perception range of Brando's blade, it was slow enough. What's more, he was attacked by the opponent before he could finish his sentence. He subconsciously struck back with a sword. To be precise, he raised his sword and struck him with a sword. The long sword in the opponent's hand flew away with a "pop" sound, and the white-haired young man couldn't hold the sword at all.

The sword in his hand had already flown out and was stuck on the ceiling.

The young man's sword was deeply inserted into the light black wood and was still trembling slightly.

The whole hall was choked.

The mercenaries who were cheering loudly before seemed to be mute at this moment, as if they saw a dragon or something else, and opened their mouths blankly. To be precise, they forgot whether they should cheer or make a sound below. boos.

Brando's previous sword was not considered elegant. To put it bluntly, it looked like one.

The savages were grabbing sticks.

Because that is not a type of swordsmanship at all, it is purely a natural reaction.

But the key to this sword is not its elegance, but its strength.

Born with strange powers? Everyone subconsciously thinks of this.

This is nothing new. On Warnd Road, it is said that some people among humans inherit the blood of gold, and some people are born to awaken as the Chosen One.

But there is another category that retains some of the characteristics of their ancestors.

For example, one is born with infinite strength, or one is born with extremely strong resilience, or one is born with the ability to see the power of coordinated elements.

Generally speaking, such power can only be seen in those creatures with golden blood flowing in their bodies, such as fantasy creatures such as dragons and unicorns.

But someone immediately called out: "First-level handling capacity."

"Black iron strength!" The white-haired young man held his wrist and took five steps back. He looked at his swollen arm after just one sword strike from the opponent, and he couldn't accept it for a moment.

Although he is not as talented as Eco, he has reached the lower reaches of the Black Iron in his early twenties and is considered a leader among most people. However, he never expected that in a person younger than Zi Gong In front of this guy, he couldn't even take a sword.

Are there so many monsters like Eco in this world? Reddy was a little stunned for a moment.

But his astonishment only lasted for a moment, because Macaro and another tall middle-aged man had already walked up from below the hotel.

Although they didn't see the previous scene, as long as they looked at the sword on the ceiling and the performance of everyone present, the shrewd mercenary leader understood 80% of it.

His eyes fell on Brando's head and he frowned slightly.

Although he knew that the businessman who proposed to temporarily join his team was a young man, he did not expect that he would be so young.

"Buga" Makaro immediately lowered his voice and said to the middle-aged man beside him: "Go and try him.

"Me?" The middle-aged man's voice had a strong accent from the Anlek area.

"Well, I wonder if this young man is "Solitaire," over there. "

Macaro stared at Brando and said.

"Do they have such outstanding young people over there? Macaro, are you thinking too much?"

Buga said as he took off the giant sword from his back: "But it's nothing, since you said so, I'll go and give it a try.

No matter what, this young man must have some background. Macaro was slightly startled and turned back to look at his old friend.

"It's nothing, I smell a familiar smell.

The little middle-aged man looked at Brando.

A trace of doubt flashed in his eyes.

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