The first to launch an attack was Brand—
Facing a long-famous Sword Master, he dared not be complacent, starting off with a full-force White Crow Swordsmanship strike.
The longsword shattered from top to bottom with the wind, its pressure forming a crescent-shaped sword wind that swept towards Kulan and his soldiers on the ground, with sharp, whistling sounds along the way—the air either advanced with the pressure, compressed into a thin blade edge, or was pushed aside with imnse force—the displaced air spirals were equally devastating; with several loud bangs, the surging air streams split the supporting wooden pillars against the rock walls.
Qian couldn't help but glance at the mine passage, worried it might collapse from the impact at any mont.
But even the sturdy wood could not block the impact of the air spirals, let alone the Guard Team soldiers who lacked Black Iron Power; the sword wind swept through the entire tunnel, and ten soldiers fell instantly—either decapitated or cut in half at the waist.
The White Crow Swordsmanship is at least an Interdiate Swordsmanship, and Kulan dared not take it head-on either; he leaped upwards to avoid the sharpest part of the sword wind, touched the top of the mine passage to break through the cyclone belt from below—simultaneously thrusting his longsword at Brand.
These veteran soldiers, who had experienced ten years of warfare, most commonly used the classic Erune Military Swordsmanship, and Kulan was no exception. However, Brand was extrely familiar with this swordsmanship; seeing Kulan's move, he quickly retreated, just in ti for Qian to step up from behind and block the opponent's longsword with a clang.
"Lower Gold Section." Kulan judged Qian's strength upon first contact, "Get out of the way!" The old man roared in anger, pressing his sword downward—Qian's eyes widened in astonishnt, retreating seven steps before stopping.
Kulan himself was also surprised; he had expected his opponent to retreat to the side of the passage, but such a short distance was enough for her to stop. Clearly, Kulan did not anticipate that Qian's physical qualities as a Divine Envoy far exceeded that of ordinary people.
The old man imdiately launched an attack on the retreating Brand upon landing, with a clear intent to break through the passage—
But Brand wouldn't let him have his way; despite his broken sword, he was prepared, quickly drawing another longsword. Only then did Kulan realize the purpose of the many swords the young man had prepared. However, for a Gold Level swordsman to be without a suitable sword was an enormous joke.
Kulan sneered, stepping forward, his longsword slicing down on Brand like a silver thread falling. That strike wasn't particularly intricate, rely the most basic move in battle swordsmanship, yet in the hands of the old swordsman, it possessed a sense of earth-shattering, overwhelming power.
"Goddamn!" Brand instantly realized his miscalculation; Conrad and Viscount Test, though possessing Gold Level swordsmanship, couldn't compare to this old man. Even Bujia, with arguably greater absolute strength, didn't exert as much pressure as Kulan did at this mont.
Brand understood the reason; the forr were simply swordsn, while the latter was a military man. This unstoppable montum and swordsmanship, he had only seen in one person within this world.
White Knight Albton.
Other than the Earth Envoy, Albton had been the one to push him to the brink the most, and Albton had only Silver Level strength—though, of course, Brand's own strength had been quite poor at the ti. If it were another, they might not have managed it either.
Military swordsmanship is broad and open, imbued with inherent killing intent and montum, as though his sword is not a blade but a wall, giving a feeling of unavoidable disaster.
Albton's swordsmanship was exemplary, and as a veteran of ten years, Kulan far surpassed him; his sword evoked a near heart-stopping fear even from the battle-hardened Brand.
Yet Brand, resilient as ever, dodged to the side at the last mont, making Kulan's sword strike void—his sword hovering in midair, but the airflow whipped down like a whip, creating a deep groove over ten ters long in the ground with a thunderous crash.
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