Chapter 598 - v3c363 (2/2)

“Mr Brendel, the Flash Strike Sword Art was the first king’s technique after all. In the millenias of history of the Holy Cathedral of Fire, no one was able to really master it. You don’t have to force yourself.” Stephen saw the change in Brendel’s face, and thought he would give up and said, “You should just let Mr Garlock prepare for it, we’re going to launch the final a.s.sault. In this case, destroying even one portal is good enough for us.”

Before he even finished speaking, he suddenly saw Brendel slas.h.i.+ng his sword forward, and as part of this attack sequence, both him and Amandina disappeared.

Stephen realized what happened in an instant.

He raised his head in disbelief, but in just a matter of seconds, he had missed the most important scene. He only saw Brendel’s sword lowering, and the head of a h.e.l.lhound flying upwards.

But the h.e.l.lhound was clearly far away from them only moments ago.

This is impossible.

Stephen knew how to use the Flash Strike Sword Art too, although it was only at a surface level. But he was able to let his blade pa.s.s over the limit of s.p.a.ce at a very short distance. In fact, most Paladins can do this trick, though it is often only used at the end of a swing.

From the other people’s perspective, it seemed that the attack speed of a Paladin from the Holy Cathedral of Fire was always a little faster than those of the level.

But compared to the skill Brendel has shown, Stephen felt like he could just go end himself.

He had to confirm that ten seconds ago, he only said two simple sentences to Brendel. If he could, Stephen really wanted to slap himself and tell himself it was all just a dream.

But someone else was more surprised than he was.

“Brendel, what are you doing.” The Wind Empress screamed, abandoning her composure.

“Testing.”

Brendel replied, looking up. That slash just now teleported him five meters, and the portal was about three hundred meters away from him. The imps looked like a group of ants from afar.

Indeed, whether it was a basic sword art or a special sword art would make a huge difference for any ordinary person. But not to Brendel, it was only about how much experience he was going to spend.

Brendel tried a few more times, the previous slash did not cost him much physical energy, but it consumed a part of his mana. It seemed that ancient sword arts were the same, they all required a certain amount of mana, though the mana consumption of Flash Strike Sword Art was much less than Nine Luminaries Sword Art. In comparison, the former’s mana usage was only one tenth of the latter’s.

After all, the latter was a genuine magic sword art.

But to say that there were no differences between a basic sword art and a special sword art for Brendel, would not be true. Brendel was not the only one who noticed the difference, the Wind Empress immediately noticed it too.

“What was that image you left behind just now?” The Wind Empress asked excitedly, “That was no illusion.”

At this moment, Brendel was excited too, as the previous slashed proved his theory from the beginning. As everyone knew, a basic sword art in The Amber Sword could enhance a special sword art.

Could the Flash Strike Sword Art, a basic sword art, provide a bonus to the Nine Luminaries Sword Art?

He got his answer right away.

Brendel hugged Amandina tightly while swinging his sword. Their figures disappeared and reappeared again and again, and after every disappearance, they would advance forward, twenty meters, fifty meters, one-hundred meters. Everytime they appeared, the battlefield would be left with a shadow of Brendel attacking the enemies nearby.

Two sword arts famous throughout history at this moment finally perfectly merged into one.

“Wait for my good news!” Brendel roared in the middle of the battlefield. He rose from the ground and quickly pa.s.sed through the imps in a blur.

Almost everyone on the battlefield saw such a scene–

The young lord began to accelerate, and the monsters from Jorgendy Ridge soon realized that they could not block himl. And in fact, their attacks all missed, only falling upon the blur left by their opponent.

But the problem was that it was not the actual blur.

The imps, stunned, watched every blur on the battlefield begin to do the same thing. They raised their swords and slashed forward with all their might.

Puncture blow.

The huge sword instantly penetrated a range of more than thirty meters, eradicating every obstacle, no matter if it was a devil or a h.e.l.lhound, the terrifying storm tore them into shreds.

Everywhere Brendel pa.s.sed through, looked as if a hurricane had just left; it was a huge mess.

As if in an instant, a pathway to the portal was made.

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