volume 3 - Chapter 75 (1/2)

Chapter 75 – King of the Underworld (26)

His grandfather took the lead to attack again, with the other three following close behind. It was the same strategy that they used earlier, and Brendel recognized that his stamina was getting low.

The youth decided on his swordsmans.h.i.+p.

He took out another sword from his back and fell into a familiar stance. It was a swordsmans.h.i.+p that his friend in the previous world was gifted in. He had put in considerable effort into it, but the skill ultimately clashed with his cla.s.s and gave up on using it.

[Two selves. The first self shall perceive his surroundings and make the decisions, and the second self shall handle the body’s power and control.]

A delicate balance was created from a near-meditative state.

“Duel wielding?! Boy! What are you doing? There’s no one who’s capable of executing a new swordsmans.h.i.+p just like that—”

Torbus was the first to attack.

[A slice to sever the jugular. Parry with the right sword, counter-thrust with the left sword.]

Brendel’s machine-like efficiency nearly reached Torbus’s level of control.

His grandfather retreated against his counter.

Then Tirste approached from the youth’s right, while Ebdon moved in from the opposite direction.

[Tirste’s attack is a feint. Ebdon’s is using Madara’s overhead strike. Step into Ebdon’s s.p.a.ce to take initiative.]

The youth lunged at Ebdon, forcing him to change into a defensive posture in a hurry.

[Parry against Buga’s greatsword, then use Power Break and deflect it to Tirste.]

A loud metallic grind happened as he superbly changed the angle of Buga’s two-handed attack, and stopped Tirste from approaching

Kodan’s eyes nearly popped up of their sockets. If they were not properly affixed to his head, they would be rolling about on the ground. He recognized the Wind Elves’ swordsmans.h.i.+p.

The Sword Dance of Wind.

[H-he’s using the swordsmans.h.i.+p like he has been practicing for years— No, there’s no hesitation in his moves at all. It feels like he has combat experience with the swordsmans.h.i.+p! What kind of talent is this!]

“Boy!” A female Elf’s surprised voice echoed in Brendel’s head again.

She had been with Brendel ever since he left Bucce. He had never displayed any signs of knowing Elven swordsmans.h.i.+p, yet his skill in it appeared like he had been using it for years.

“What is it?” Brendel’s mind was clear enough to even squeeze in a reply to her, as though he was watching the duel from the sidelines.

“Your talent in the sword is truly enviable. I think that person is the only one who can match you.” A soft sigh escaped her throat, and it nearly crashed his perfect state of mind when he listened to it with a hundred percent focus.

He did not know who that person was but made a guess that it could have been King Gatel. The latter was considered the best talent during the era of War of the Saints. Even if there were countless prodigies back then, he still stood out amongst them.

Confusion set amongst his opponents with the exception of his grandfather.

The old man rushed into Brendel’s s.p.a.ce with a defensive approach meant to wear him down, and the youth felt a cold dread in his head when he saw the other three opponents realized the strategy.

Not only was his grandfather’s skill outrageous, he was fighting with the ability to command.

[Just who exactly was my grandfather? d.a.m.n it, the others are coming back again.]

A storm of blades struck at Torbus, while he suppressed his other three opponents. The reversal between Brendel and his opponents had already shocked the spectators. It was especially potent amongst the youths, who believed Brendel to be the equivalent of a G.o.d of War.

“As expected of the former owner of the ring. His skill is impressive.” The female Elf said with admiration.

Brendel did not reply as his mind went into overdrive to find a weakness. Unlike the people watching from the outside who saw him suppressing everyone, he knew that his grandfather’s defense was like an impenetrable fortress. Even if he was at his peak condition to use the Sword Dance of Wind, he was not certain that he could win.

In addition to that, the moment he tried going after the other opponents, his grandfather would rescue them out of danger with incredible accuracy.

[There’s no choice. I have to switch back to a single longsword.]

Brendel did not wish to use the second swordsmans.h.i.+p he had reserved as a trump card because it would certainly drain all his stamina. There was no telling what would happen after this match because Medissa had been dismissed, and Scarlett lost her strength. What would happen if Kodan tried to take advantage of the situation?

He stopped his offense and retreated quickly. His opponents did not rush to pursue him.

The swordsmans.h.i.+p that he intended to use was the very same one that his previous avatar had used at level 130. The amount of time he had spent using it in the game exceeded all others.

This particular swordsmans.h.i.+p was pa.s.sed down in history from the War of the Holy Saints and spread to the north, finding its way to a particular kingdom.

Brendel sheathed his left sword back into his belt and readied his other sword into an aggressive position. His legs nearly touched the ground as his body wound itself tightly.