The battle was over before it even began. Brando ordered Lubis's mercenaries to throw the two stunned Silver Wing Cavalry sergeants into the corner of the room, and it occurred to him that the swordsman might have been chasing after him. He covered his left shoulder, and the wound left by the sword before was scorching, and the strength of Cheng Dù like his current one was fatal in front of a golden first-order swordsman: this was no better than the competition with the Crusader Executioner, or the White Knight Alberton, with a difference of nearly twenty times the strength, the effect of experience was already minimal.

In other words, if Tester went all out, Brando's senses wouldn't even be able to capture the trajectory of the other party's movements.

He wiped the corners of his forehead, which was covered with sweat beads and throbbing, and couldn't help but be suspicious, although he didn't know what the other party was, but as soon as they looked at him, they put the target on him, which made Brando wary. He wondered if the other party was the killer of the One Society, because the only thing he had offended now was this organization.

But it's not quite like that. The One Everything Society's style of acting is low-key and secretive, which is to take revenge, and it will not be chosen in a large hall such as the auction site.

Unless they collude with Madara. But that's even more ridiculous, all things are one will be a belief in chaos, a secret follower of the Dragon of Dusk, how can it be mixed with the order in the darkness one by one Madara. Brando shook his head to dispel the clutter in his head, and he pointed to his 'subordinates' and admonished, "You six, run away." "The top priority is how to save your life.

He gave the order, but immediately felt that he was doing something too much. Brando had an urge to call them back, but after thinking about it, it was better to be prepared, anyway, there wouldn't be much difference between them and them.

In the 'Amber Sword', if there are twelve warriors with the strength of the lower reaches of the black iron at his level, it must be a very cool thing. But in this cold, impersonal real world, there is now a swordsman who has turned on the third level of power and seems to be planning to trouble him, which makes people a little nervous.

People who have turned on the third level of power have an average strength of at least more than a hundred energy levels. Brando thought that the other party was a swordsman who was not very common with a thin sword, so he must have taken the dexterous route of cultivating elven swordsmanship, if he had dexterity above one hundred and twenty energy levels, then his reflex speed would reach twenty-three times that of ordinary people, and the explosive speed would be forty-seven times.

With the blessing of such a combination, the opponent can reach a speed of more than 700 kilometers per hour in a straight line, which is more than twice the limit speed of a Formula 1 car, and even close to the speed of the earlier generation of jet fighters.

And his physique is strong enough to support him to move forward at this speed, counteracting the wall of resistance, and the pressure on his internal organs.

According to the calculation method in the 'Amber Sword', a character with one hundred and twenty energy levels of dexterity, his physique should be at least sixty energy levels or above, and such a person's defense power generated by the skin alone is comparable to that of more than a millimeter of inclined armor. Brando thought for a moment that one of his strongest attacks right now could be the Wind Bomb; What kind of damage does a millimeter beveled steel plate cause?

At most, it's a dent.

In other words, a swordsman with a third-level strength is almost a humanoid monster

Thing.

Brando couldn't help but wonder if if he were to hand over a sword to such a person, would the whole person fly out and knock this auction house into the cross. Such a guy could search the entire auction hall in tens of seconds if he wanted to, so even if he sent all twelve of them, he would only delay for a few seconds at most.

A few seconds is nothing to him, but it is enough to kill him back and forth several times.

Brando took a breath, he thought that since he came into this world, basically everything was still within the scope of his design. He has been cautious, just to avoid these high-level deposits, and in the whole process of the adventure, the only flaw can be said to be accidentally provoking everything to be one, but he has also been careful to avoid the other party's gaze.

He didn't think it was just a not-so-ingenious coincidence, he turned around and drew the sergeant's sword, and then turned back to look in the direction of the door. The remaining Lubis mercenaries blocked the hallway, and the messy space in the hallway seemed to drain the air, filled with a dry dead silence that was unsettling.

Brando showed off the Holy Sword card, and a giant sword with snow-white wings and mysterious golden patterns flowing on its body appeared behind him; This was the third time he had shown this card, and the power of honor surging from his sword seemed to be refracted into his body, as if it could break a wall with a snap of his fingers. However, Brando understood that this was an illusion created by the sudden acquisition of great power, and in fact, the Holy Sword Card only compensated for his attack ability, which made him enter the Silver Mid-Tier level in one aspect.

But this power can only allow him to have one that can hurt his opponent

In fact, he understood that if he really fought, he might not be able to catch Liu Fang's actions and would be pierced through the throat with a sword. Of course, that's not always the case, and Brando doesn't think she's completely out of the picture.

At this time, he finally heard a few screams from the corridor, and the mercenary card of Lubis, which was maintained in the secret place of the sacred tree, was instantly half darkened.

Brando's heart tightened, and he raised his head, just in time to see the silver-haired young nobleman slowly coming out of the corner—the man was wearing a short black cloak, and the hilt of the thin sword was hooked in one hand, and there were a few traces of blood hanging from the crystal-like sword. Brando recognized the sword: the Scorpion Thorn, which was not even ranked among the weapons above level 60 in the 'Amber Sword', but the toughness and strength of the sword itself were among the best. He remembered hearing a veteran say that if someone was used to using such a sword, it would at least mean that he was very confident in his own strength.

Brando didn't dare to believe this judgment, but judging from the young man's previous appearance, he did seem to be a person who was confident in his own means.

While he was taking care of Test, the noble swordsman was also looking at him with glass-like purple eyes, and the silver-haired young man's gaze first fell on the phantom of the holy sword behind Brando, narrowing slightly, and then his gaze swept over the others one by one. It's all the strength of the downstream of the black iron, and this young man can be regarded as having some capital, but in his opinion, it is not a problem. At this time, since it can bring deterrence to others without showing its fangs, it is better to put it away one by one, so Tester put away his sword and sheathed it, and smiled slightly, this smile was as sweet as a woman's quiet smile.

Then the young man raised his eyebrows slightly and asked, "Where have I seen you?" ”

Brando didn't know what medicine he was buying in his gourd, so he could only force his composure, and said with a disdainful smile on his face, "Naturally, because about a minute ago, you stabbed me in the shoulder. And until then, I'm sure I've never seen you, sir. He replied in disgust.

When he replied, he was quietly opening the self-congratulatory attribute panel, and the number of lines and rows hung down like a stream of water, appearing in front of his eyes.

The first is the idle experience: 4730.

After a series of battles, his reserve experience has risen again, not to mention that the acquisition of the Elemental Revelation Scroll not only allowed him to save near experience, but also omitted the series of tasks to open the elemental pool. This is simply too important for him to be pressed for time.

The Waiter Tester shook his head, not angry at all, "No, that was earlier.

I'm sure I've seen you once at the Cavalry Headquarters.

"Cavalry headquarters."

"Exactly."

"Who are you?" Brando suddenly realized something, but at the thought of this question, he relaxed and looked at the other party calmly with a sigh of relief.

"My name is Test, and that's the name I gave myself. It is taken from the ancient Cruz word 'Tinydd', which means 'to fight,'" Tester replied with a smile, "If you ask about the identity, the identity below is none other than the deputy of the commander of the Silver Wing Cavalry, the sergeant major of the third class of the Whitemane Regiment, and the Viscount Manowell of the Eruin Kingdom." But I still prefer my name to these lengthy titles, which are simple and have a deep sacrificial meaning. "It's rare for Brando to see a man so smiling and talking so much about his name, but now he's seen one.

It turned out to be him. Brando's mind was tormented, had what they were doing on Squirrel Street known? But that's unlikely, unless the cripple sold them, but does the cripple have the guts? Brando shook his head, forcing himself to calm down, lest he be caught by the other party.

Viscount Tayster.

The illegitimate son of the Archduke Goran-Elson, Viscount Teste of Manoville, was neither too conspicuous in the last short history of Eruin, nor as unknown as a commoner. Brando's impression of him is stuck in a tragic love story with a bard, of course, but that's later.

However, Brando knew the character of this man, this Viscount was a man who was open-minded on the outside, but almost rigid on the inside. Brando, although he once suspected that Test, as the deputy of the Silver Wings Commander Magsque, might also have an affair with the Oneness of All Things. And the mystery of this person's whereabouts also confirms this from the side. However, he couldn't help but be taken aback when he first saw the historical Viscount Test, the other party did not have a psychologically distorted appearance due to long-term exclusion and suppression as described in poetry and novels, and the other party's calm expression was on his face, maybe he had bad intentions, but this kind of ill intentions was also very calm, and it would not make people think of derogatory words such as 'smiling and smiling' and 'hypocrisy'.

His smile is like a beautiful poisonous snake, you know the danger, but you still feel graceful and calm.

Taist held a sword in one hand, one sword in a staff-like sheath

The implications of this threat are self-evident. But the silver-haired young man seemed to say! There's one thing between me and you that remains to be resolved, and I don't rule out the possibility of stabbing you in half with a sword, but there's nothing we can't talk about other than that. It's as if for this kind of person, life and death have long been put aside, and he has his own attitude and pursuit.

Seeing this, Brando knew that he couldn't find any flaws in such a person, but when he was Sophie, he had a stubborn temperament that would be strong when he was strong, otherwise he would not have distanced himself from Madara for ten years. Therefore, at this moment, he calmed down and sneered.

"I don't remember offending you before, Mr. Viscount."

Test's purple eyes flashed, he had always felt that this young man was not simple. He made a sudden move just now, and the opponent was able to escape calmly with a swordsman of the lower level of black iron, which was enough to prove that the other party had a certain ability. But then he confirmed it further.

is simply a single sentence, which is both a counterattack and a cliché, and the other party seems to have figured out his character. The silver-haired young man suddenly felt a little awkward, he couldn't help but touch his nose, of course he didn't want to be led by the nose, but it didn't work if he didn't hear it, his self-confidence didn't allow it.

"That's a good point, but in this world, there is not a room for people to choose everything." He replied

Road.

Brando's eyes narrowed slightly, and Tester softened first and then hard, and it didn't look as good as he thought things would be. But it would be impossible for him to hand over Antitina, he thought, quietly assigning his experience to the mercenary profession without reservation. The latter immediately crossed levels 11 and I2, bringing his total level to level 20 for the first time.

At the same time, his strength also broke through double digits for the first time, reaching 10 points.

Although this little bit of power is still not enough for Tess to see, it can be regarded as entering the black

The level of strength in the middle of the iron.

"What do you want to say?" He scrambled to suppress the power of the holy sword, and his palms were full of sweat.

But the surface asked calmly.

"Straight to the point, what is your relationship with Leto?" Tester seems to see Brando's small movements, and Tiny updates the full text as quickly as possible every day. But he didn't say anything, but asked for a long time. However, his posture made Brando feel more like a great enemy, as a veteran warrior, Brando saw the opponent's possible sword path from almost every direction of Test, which made him can't help but break out in a cold sweat.

This Test, on the surface, doesn't care, but in fact he is very vigilant about himself.

But what he was even more shocked at this time was Test's question, in fact, Brando's face almost changed when he heard this question, but fortunately, he was experienced in a hundred battles, so he didn't cover it in his heart. Only then did he calm down, let out a breath without a trace, and asked rhetorically, "What Leto."

Brando's appearance was unaware, and his heart was focused on "Stormy waves." From what camp did Taist ask him this question? Local aristocracy? The White-Maned Legion? Or will all things be one? It seems possible to think about it, but each of them lacks a core rationale, but the question is how much they already know.

Brando forced himself to stare into Tayster's eyes, which was his forte, he didn't know how many of Madara's top players had fooled in the game, but it seemed to be useless at this point

Tester didn't pick up a clue from Brando, but it was this that made him suspicious. He laughed: "Your answer doesn't mean much to me, originally for me, killing you is the simplest." But your expression makes me love talents, I don't mind what you say, you understand that it doesn't mean anything to me:

He looked at him with glassy purple eyes and smiled, "Your name is Brando, right?" I just want to ask you one thing, would you like to join us. ”

Brando wanted to pretend to be stupid at this time and asked, "You guys?" ”

But when he saw the other party's outer hand and the black and heavy ring snake ring on his finger, he couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva. He knew that this was an ultimatum given to him by Test, and he could either agree or report to Master Martha.

But joining the oneness of all things is a torment for Brando. In the previous life, it was his mortal enemy second only to Madara.

And that's second, Brando knows that once he joins this infamous organization, he will be branded with it for the rest of his life.

This is not the path he is going to take, and as long as he is not completely cornered, he does not want to think in this direction even a little bit.

Join the One and Test's Sword, and now he must choose a side. Brando couldn't help but stop working on the attributes...... There was a dead silence.