Act 70: The King of the Underworld (21) (Part 1)

Curran looked at the young man who was sitting firmly on the silver steed with a somewhat complicated expression, he had entered the gold realm thirty years ago, and had only been in the middle of the rank a few years ago, and this young man seemed to be the darling of the heavens - no, even the Apocalypse could not reach the golden mid-level at this age, unless he was born by fate.

But the chosen ones are all locked in the shackles of fate, and the crippled who were born with a part of their bodies robbed of them are like the blind Yura. So the old swordsman didn't even think in that direction when he saw Brando, he paused for a moment, and asked in a bit of a hurry:

"Young man, who is your seal?"

"What?" Brando was stunned.

"Don't pretend to be garlic for me, I ask you who your seal soul is, you understand" The old man suddenly jumped to his feet in anger, and he shouted: "This is very important, tell me quickly-"

"What are you talking about, what do I understand?"

Brando was really happy this time, he saw Kuran coming over and thought that this old man was going to remind him of something, but he didn't expect that as soon as the other party opened his mouth, there was a series of inexplicable questions.

But just as he was about to ask, the loud voice above the arena suddenly sounded again, interrupting the conversation between them:

"Mortal, do you want to keep up the challenge?"

"Of course." Brando replied.

"Boy, answer my words," Curran shouted as he slapped the wall of air outside. But Brando glanced at him and made a gesture for him to wait, then he looked up and waited for the presiding officer of the fantasy zài to announce the rules.

Sure enough, he saw a row of dark green words immediately appear on his retina-

"Nightmare Arena."

"The next battlefield is the Nightmare Arena," and at the same time, the sound of rolling thunder in the sky announced the same words in the hearts of everyone.

Brando's face changed suddenly.

"What is Nightmare Arena, Lord Lord?" Medisa frowned, turned around and asked in a whisper.

……

"What's Nightmare Arena, Curvin?" At the same time, Maher did not turn his head and asked his companion the same question.

"I don't know." The emaciated teenager's answer was simple.

"What are they arguing about?" But Joka's attention fell on Brando and Kuran, and he was more worried about whether his group would be able to get out of here safely together than about this strange world.

"I don't know." Same answer.

"But why do he continue to challenge, there is no one else to save here?" Someone among the teenagers also asked.

"I don't think it's that simple," someone replied, "I don't know where it is, but I think it would cost a lot of money to build a place like this, is it just for a game of catching or releasing people?" ”

His words resonated with quite a few people, who all looked up and looked around worriedly.

"Hmph, you don't know the hobbies of those aristocratic lords, maybe they just want to have fun," but some people retorted.

"This doesn't have to be made by those aristocratic lords, if I remember correctly, we were under the mine before, and I don't think it's weird with the thing we dug up."

"Yes, I also support this view, it was a dragon just now. I think it's a little bit of -- how to put it, I feel like I'm in a dream right now, and I don't know if it's real or not. ”

The boy said as he touched the cold iron fence.

The crowd fell silent.

"He's aiming for the sword." Kewen's voice wasn't high, but he always waited for the chirping teenagers to finish before speaking slowly, which sounded particularly weighty.

The emaciated boy stared at the dark sword on the stone tablet in the center of the arena, and he noticed that Brando had turned his gaze in that direction several times.

As soon as he said this, the others immediately felt that there was something to be reasonable.

"Then he's not going to save us?" Someone asked worriedly.

"Why would someone else save us?" was the voice of questioning.

"Curvin?" Joka looked at his companion, and in his mind, Curvin was the most knowledgeable and thoughtful person he had ever met, and although he was not very talkative most of the time, he was always very insightful.

"I have a way," Curvin whispered, but more like to cheer himself up: "-I will find a way to convince him." ”

"How do you convince him?" Maher asked, puzzled.

"Make a deal with him."

Maher's eyes widened: "You don't really want to trade with him with your worthless weird things, it won't do us any good to provoke him."

Ke Wen didn't answer, just glanced at his companion silently.

……

"Nightmare Arena is an extreme mode where you're just a normal person, no matter how powerful you are, and where you have to use your skills to defeat your enemies."

"Tricks?" Metissa's eyebrows raised slightly: "What technique?" ”

Brando flicked the blade of the sword with his fingers: "Fighting skills." ”

The silver elf girl fell silent, as if she was thinking. It sounded like it was better for them, but she wouldn't think so, and though the lord didn't mention it, she could probably guess that it wouldn't be that simple.

Brando looked up at the sky from the side, and soon rows of golden words appeared in the sky, Dwarven, Ancient/Modern Cruz, Ta, Elf, Dragon, and even a language that made Brando's heart tremble:

He touched his nose, pretending not to see the familiar rows of square words.

However, there are enough quirks to be expressed here, and the Chinese characters that appear out of thin air in the sky do not attract much attention. For ancient civilizations, it was as if there was no obscure language that was abnormal.

And everyone present was more concerned about the content of the text:

1. Power dissipation (the strength of both sides involved in the battle is forcibly reduced to below 10 energy levels)

2. Skill dissipation (both sides involved in the battle, unless the specified skill, one qiē other abilities will automatically disappear)

3. Swordsmanship (designated skill as swordsmanship)

Yuta sizzled a breath, the young lord's strength had amazed her, but the female mercenary leader knew that unlike the level of strength—just as the Apocalypse might have been born with the power of silver or more—swordsmanship was different, a skill that required years of training.

Without decades of immersion, no matter how talented a person is, it is impossible to be called a master in swordsmanship. Whether it is in Eruin, Cruz, or even the whole of Vajnd, most of those who can be called a generation of grandmasters are gray-haired old men who have entered their old age.

"Don't worry, Yuta," Akane's thin voice came from behind, and she seemed to read the worry in the female leader's heart. However, the red-haired girl seemed to have more confidence in Brando, and she just hid her worries deeper in her amber eyes: "The lord's swordsmanship is very powerful—"

"I know that my lord's swordsmanship is very good." Yuta replied, but she frowned, "But I don't know who your enemies are," she reminded in a low voice, "Even in the history of Eruin, there are many famous sword masters. ”

Akane couldn't help but worry for a while.

Brando himself was just as worried, his thoughts were actually similar to that of the mercenary captain, the nightmare challenge was not so simple, and he was already thinking about which sword master he was going to face.

The young man held down the sword in his hand, and suddenly felt the light around him dim slightly. Then the next moment, the Medisa beside her, the silver war horse sitting down, and even the wind spirit spider in the sky all disappeared in an instant.

There was a murmur of shouting.

The ability of the traveling mage was also deprived, and Brando immediately felt a tingling in his scalp, he originally hoped that this ability, which had always been like a plug-in, could escape the rules, but now it seems that the position of traveling mage is still within the rules of this world.

But fortunately, Brando was not so dependent on the identity of the Brigade Mage that he could not fight without it, he just took a light breath, adjusted his feelings, and then stared around vigilantly.

The light had dimmed for a moment, and he found himself on a strange field—the ground was no longer sand, but rough granite—and the neatly cut granite was laid out one by one into a huge field.

Brando looked around the field, and then he saw a black shadow appear due north. He narrowed his eyes slightly, recognizing the identity behind the shadow:

"Buga?"

"Cross sword, Buga."

A name that flashed through the minds of Kuran and Yuta was identical, and Buga was not a small name in Eruin, not to mention that his strange stance of the sword school made the old swordsman and the female mercenary leader recognize each other at a glance.

Curran frowned deeply, he had seen the talented young man in the previous years, and he knew the other party's swordsmanship. However, what made him feel a little relieved was that the Tobbs line must not be bad, after all, he was a descendant of that person.

Yuta, on the other hand, was relieved that she had only seen Buga from afar once as a mercenary when she was passing by Lantonilan. Of course, she still knows the other party's swordsmanship school, but in her opinion, it is at least much easier to deal with than those famous swordsmanship masters.

But before the two of them had time to finish their little abacus in their hearts, another black shadow appeared on the scene.

Brando screamed in his heart, for it was an old acquaintance, the White Knight Alberton.

Then came the third dark shadow, and Brando recognized the man, Viscount Tayster.

The fourth dark shadow, Brando immediately felt sweat on his forehead, because the figure was so familiar to him that he almost threw the long sword in his hand.

Standing directly south of him was his grandfather.

"Tobus" Curran's complexion changed suddenly.

"That's ......" Yuta's face also changed, and she felt as if something was stuck in her throat, making her want to speak but couldn't make a sound: "Ha...... Ha...... Haras Gron ......"

"Who's that?" Akane frowned and asked puzzled.

Juta looked back at her with a strange expression, trying to speak for a moment but couldn't.

But Brando wasn't in the mood to bother with these things right now, because he now realized that he might have to face a **annoyance-

One against four.

"Martha's on top"

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