No matter how sharp Brando's ears were, he wouldn't eavesdrop on the conversations of a few ordinary teenagers dozens of meters away. Moreover, he had taken the time to familiarize himself with the longsword in his hand—it was a magic sword—but it was a very ordinary one, slightly lighter than a normal longsword.

This sword was a low-magic item at best, and Brando had actually used a similar sword before, but as an over-equipped one, he couldn't remember the name for a long time.

The young man flicked the sword in his hand, and the wind swept out two shallow marks on the sand. This action landed in Curlan's eyes, and his eyes lit up slightly, "Sure enough, it's the White Crow Swordsmanship-" The old man had already recovered from his previous surprise, but immediately raised his eyebrows again.

"The White Crow Sword Technique is one of the secret swordsmanship of the Eruin court, how did this kid learn it?" He wondered in his heart.

But the same action in the eyes of the teenagers also caused controversy -

"What is he doing?" Maher couldn't help but frown and ask as he saw the white light flickering on Brando's sword and the sand around him filled with smoke.

"You're making smoke, aren't you?" Joka replied uncertainly: "Look for an opportunity to defeat the enemy in the smoke, fight with your brain, Maher?" ”

"Doesn't he see the others in the smoke too?"

Joka was stunned and rolled his eyes angrily: "That must be some special technique, otherwise someone will cause trouble for themselves?" If you think about it a little, you can figure it out—"

But Kewen interrupted them, he looked at it for a long time, and finally confirmed it: "He is familiar with the sword. ”

"Familiar with swords?"

"The sword was given to him by Captain Curran." Someone said.

But is it really okay to change swords before the battle? The teenagers, who had never seen the world again, knew that this must have had an effect, and they couldn't help but look over the field—by this time Brando had stopped what he was doing, and seemed ready.

Médisa stood behind the young man with a silver shuttle, her unicorn not following as she had always been because she was deep underground. However, even on the ground, the ancient combat skills of the Silver Elves were not inferior.

Kuran had been taught before, and he didn't dare to underestimate this little girl.

The gate to the north of the arena opened again, and behind it was the same three-headed dog of hell that had died once before, the giant beast clasped its claws on the ground, three huge heads let out a low roar, and three pairs of blood-red eyes looked around, as if searching for its previous enemy.

Its appearance caused a low sigh, as if someone did not expect this thing to come back from the dead.

And this time, with the previous experience, this monster from the underground of the Brimstone River seems to have learned to behave. It waited for the owner of the arena to let go of its chain for it, and then shook its black and red fur into the arena.

It snorted its nose and looked cautious, and circled around a little bit as it cautiously approached Brando and Métisa.

It seemed that the big dog had learned his lesson, but Kuran could smell something unusual in the air.

The old man stared at the middle of the gladiatorial arena, his nose moved, and he couldn't help frowning and complaining, "The little guy can't control his momentum, so that a gladiatorial arena is shrouded in his qi, compared to that little girl, it is much gentler......"

His brow deepened and deepened: "But what is this taste, element?" What is this element, it's a bit quirky......"

Because the surroundings are getting colder and colder, there is even hoarfrost on the sandy 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 who were dozens of meters away felt as if their bodies had stumbled into a quagmire, not to mention the three-headed dog of hell directly in front of Brando.

The young man stared at the big dog's huge blood-red eyes with a flat expression. But the latter felt less than good - the Cerberus felt as if it was pressed against a heavy mountain on its body, and a pair of strong shackles were put on its front and rear paws, making it difficult to attack, or even to advance further.

Cerberus subconsciously lowered its three huge heads, as if to fight against this invincible force.

"Huh?" Curlan was slightly stunned.

At this moment, the words 'static, steady' in Brando's mind were incomparably clear, and he felt as if he could touch that kind of rule—just like in the war with Kabais, the power of the elements seemed to be in his hands, ready to be used.

He knew that the feeling was just an illusion. Relative to the Golden Phase, the power of an element is like a trigger attribute and is not controllable.

But now, this property is apparently triggered.

Everyone, including the teenagers, sensed that something was wrong. They saw the huge, two-story beast lying down in front of Brando, the demon on all fours and chin - like a courtier surrendering to the emperor.

It had to surrender because the sheer force immobilized it.

And the young man stood there motionless, looking at each other, as if he had accepted such a surrender with peace of mind.

Everyone was stunned by this scene, and Curran was even more dumbfounded - what was this? Is it a tyrant?

"Metisa, up." But Brando only spoke softly, and unlike everyone else felt, he only felt such a powerful force shouting in his heart, roaring to rule over a qiē, as if a terrible beast would burst out of its shell at any time and place.

Even he has the illusion that as soon as he raises his hand, the world will collapse for it.

A power like a god.

Then the silver elf Xiao Gong took the initiative, and the silver shuttle in his hand turned into a silver thread that stretched forward, and the tip shone with a cold death light.

Time seemed to be stretched out by the blow, and everyone saw the sleek silver line cut a semicircle along the arena, and then slowly approached the Cerberus from one side.

As long as it was moving forward, it could pierce the demon's three huge heads with a single blow.

But at the last moment, under the pressure of the breath of death, the big dog finally broke free from the power of Brando's element. It raised its head upwards with all its might, and leaped backwards, apparently avoiding the fatal blow.

Unfortunately, a strange thought flashed through Brando's heart, as if he felt that the heavens and the earth were within his control, and he just pulled the giant beast back with a single thought. With a soft 'snort', Metisa's tiny body raised her spear, and the silver shuttle pierced the three huge heads before pulling the hapless three-headed Hellhound high and throwing it forward.

Its corpse landed in the sand with a thud.

Kill with one hit.

The teenagers, including Maher, were stunned.

Kuran almost thought he heard his jaw hit the ground, and the old man couldn't help but subconsciously touch his chin with his hand to make sure the part was still on his body.

The spatial elements, he was shocked beyond words.

"That's ......" Joka felt as if someone was stuck in his throat, and the second half of the sentence was stuck back in his stomach. But no one came to laugh at him, because everyone was the same.

Brando himself caught this, and he looked at his hand, a little unsure. Whether it is the locking of space or the cessation of time, it is infinitely close to the power of existence.

But he was being taken aback, and Medisa had already returned to him: "Lord Lord? She asked with some surprise, the blow just now was stronger than anyone else's.

But Brando waved his hand, and he himself could not confirm it, when a rumbling voice sounded above the gladiatorial arena: "Mortal, do you want to continue the challenge?" ”

"Of course." The young man replied with some excitement and inexplicability, but also some gains and losses.

Evarian quickly entered.

"This time I'm coming." Brando said that he could feel that his mastery of the elements was waning as he wore his prime, and that he had to do his best to confirm the doubts in his mind.

Medissa looked at him, roughly guessing his intentions, and nodded slightly.

Brando lowered his sword in his right hand and walked towards the gray dwarf lord.

The cold momentum once again overwhelmingly pressed towards the other party.

Evarian was slightly stunned and snorted softly. The gray dwarf immediately lost the ostentatious posture of entering the arena in order to put pressure on his opponent, and his two small eyes glittered under his brute helmet, and he took the hammer from his shoulders with some solemnity, held it with both hands, and shifted his weight down into a fighting stance.

This time even Joka could see that it was an instinctive vigilance when the beast was in danger.

But is that young man really that terrible?

He stared at Brando, and could not imagine that the somewhat easy-going young man who had dealt with him could be dangerous enough to make the steel fortress-like dwarf nervous at the mere glance.

He may be a little powerful, but after all, he is so young! Joka recalled his own experience, in fact, Brando's reaction was similar to the reaction of the cavalry garrison in the mining area, and he thought that their strength should be about the same.

Although that is already very powerful in the eyes of this teenager.

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 made a move.

In the eyes of others, it's fast -- incredibly fast. They couldn't catch Brando's trajectory at all, only to see his figure disappear and then appear, as if teleporting, and had come to Evarian.

The space left a rippling ripple behind him-

The gray dwarves were stunned, but the vast combat experience had made him howl and raise his hammer with both hands to block. But his movements froze at this moment, and Brando's blade was between the zài and the zài—as if the illusion passed through his defenses, through the gap between his helmet and breastplate, and through his throat.

The dwarf's eyes widened, and he only had time to make a soft 'cluck' sound.

Brando had already stopped in front of him like a ghost, one hand pressed against his hammer, his right hand gently pulled back his sword and brought a splash of blood, and then the heavy fortress fell to the ground with a thud. It was only then that the black blood slowly spread out from under the dwarf's body.