"Kid!" Kulan patted the air wall—knowledge and Skill are two different things. A person can recite every starting move and attack route of a swordsmanship technique by heart—but this is fundantally different from several years or even decades of personal practice.
Kulan thought that even if Brand 'understood' countless swordsmanship techniques right now, he would probably still find it difficult to perform them. He had the sa experience himself, but the advantage of decades of practice allowed him to figure out a lot of Experience. He thought that with his guidance, Brand might be able to defeat those opponents.
So he shouted: "Don't bother with those things in your mind! I'll tell you how to use what you've just learned—whose swordsmanship did you learn?"
But the old man didn't expect that Brand completely ignored him.
In fact, the young man felt a bit annoyed; if it wasn't for Kulan's interference at the beginning, he wouldn't have almost failed. But fortunately, he understood that the other was trying to help him, and he didn't take it too personally. However, at this mont, he certainly wouldn't make the sa mistake again.
Firstly, it wasn't necessary, and secondly, the enemy had already reached him.
Similarly, Albton and Bujia were in front, Grandfather and Test were behind. It seed these projections intended to use the sa tactic to push him into a desperate situation again—this was a good strategy, Brand already felt his body gradually becoming heavier—this was a sign of dwindling stamina.
But the situation was sowhat different this ti.
Brand pondered briefly and chose a swordsmanship technique from the many he knew that best suited his current situation. He was not unfamiliar with this swordsmanship; a friend of his had been a master of it, and he himself had practiced it for several levels, although it didn't fit his primary path at the ti, and he had eventually abandoned it.
But what was unsuitable then seed surprisingly fitting now. Brand slightly shook his sword tip and entered a familiar stance.
"Little guy!" The woman's voice sounded slightly surprised in his mind—a swordsmanship technique he had never touched before, yet its execution was decently skilled, which was not simple.
"What?" Brand, at this mont, felt calm as water, responded as if from a spectator's perspective.
"Your swordsmanship Talent is truly enviable. Perhaps only that guy can compare with you." The woman sighed, her soft voice might make one's heart lt.
Brand did not know who she referred to, but considering the typical elf coldness, it might well be the King of Flas, Gilte. As far as he knew, Gilte was dubbed a genius in his youth, and in the era of the Saint War, when stars were rising together, such a title was much more aningful than now.
His thoughts drifted, yet the sword tip pointing toward the enemy remained motionless. At this mont, Brand felt an unusual clarity; he sensed himself splitting into two halves—
One half preparing to confront the enemy, the other calmly pondering everything, the two selves did not interfere with each other, forming a dynamic balance.
A subtle balance.
It felt as if ti stretched, everything around becoming delicate and intricate, his thoughts flowed slowly, and the movents of those around him also slowed.
The enemies in the duel arena were slowly starting, gradually rushing toward him. The boys outside followed their movents with their eyes, moving slowly, while Kulan was patting the air wall, shouting at him from the other side of the duel arena.
"Kid!" The old man shouted: "Listen to , don't try to be tough, no one can proficiently handle a newly mastered swordsmanship technique from the beginning—"
But before the old swordsman could finish, his voice abruptly stopped.
Because he saw Brand suddenly move, the young man rely slightly shook the longsword in his hand, and then, in the next instant, he split into four.
That wasn't Clone Technique, but Brand's movent at that mont was extrely fast, as if four Brands appeared simultaneously attacking his Grandfather, Test, Bujia, and Albton.
Four crisp sounds of 'ding, ding, ding, ding' rang out successively.
Whether horizontal or vertical, Brand exchanged blows with each of the four opponents, and the five of them simultaneously took a step back. This ti, their attack not only failed to achieve the intended goal but also expanded Brand's maneuvering space slightly.
The old man recognized the swordsmanship; it was that of the Wind Elf.
Wind Dance—
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