Amber Sword

His palm was already drenched in sweat, the pressure of impending death felt like a forest densely packed with blades and brambles, where even the slightest misstep could lead to irreversible doom.

What comes after death? Brand had pondered this question during the youthful days in another world, but most mortals could only conclude with a vast nothing.

𝘧𝓇ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝘣𝓃ℴ𝓋𝑒𝑙.𝑐𝘰𝑚

It was only when the breath of the Death God truly closed in that he felt the bone-chilling cold from another world. Discussing death in the realm of life was meaningless, for beyond it lay only void.

Brand deeply understood that he couldn’t be sure if he would have time for regret in his final moments.

But at the very least, he still wanted to live.

The desire to survive sharpened his senses a hundredfold. He swung his sword, sending the corpse flying like rotten flesh, and the assault paths of the surrounding demons became traceable to his eyes. Brand lifted his head, looking beyond dozens of meters to another end, where he found someone retreating.

It’s you.

"Brand, be careful." Antitina closed her eyes, completely unable to discern the situation around. Thus, the one speaking naturally was the Wind Queen Saint Ossor. The Wind Queen cautioned, "Watch out for that Evil Mage over there!"

Brand turned his head and he saw it too. Those Evil Mages were standing by the Teleportation Gate, casting spells towards him.

Honestly, he wasn’t a wizard and had only a rudimentary understanding of the mage’s world. But fortunately, he was at least a player, and there was a saying: if a player represents a world, then a wizard is at least half of that world. As half of the world’s enemy, Brand wasn’t capable of discerning every gesture and spell, but the desire to survive seemed to sharpen his memory at this moment.

Dimension Anchor.

Brand felt the hairs on his back stand on end, like a cat arching its back. His eyes were terrifyingly bright at that moment.

Brand didn’t have the time to debate whether the Flash Sword’s dimension-twisting ability could evade the Dimension Anchor’s lockdown on all spatial transfer effects. He wasn’t a pedantic scholar, and reality didn’t afford him a second chance. He activated the Charge Skill without a hint of hesitation, and as a few glowing white arcane circles appeared above his head, he was already springing up from among the army of monsters by stepping on a few Little Demons.

Like a beautiful turning line, piercing through all spell effects.

The Evil Mage’s attempt fell utterly short.

The eyes of the witch fortunate enough to witness this scene were fearfully bright. Besides the Dark Dragon’s rebirth, what other twenty-year-old could possess such terrifying combat experience? This wasn’t a duel between swordsmen but a perfect illustration of using swordsmanship to break a spell.

Not everyone has this kind of experience.

Not only the witches, but even the Curiosity Seeker Gallock couldn’t help but reveal a gleam in his eyes. At the very least, Brand’s actions had already proven he fully understood the opponent’s spell and intentions, even though the Wizard Grandmaster from Sipah couldn’t fathom how he did it—

Disassembling spells was Gallock’s specialty, and he had spent most of his life studying them but didn’t dare claim to understand every spell. Discovering the hidden spells through the esoteric casting gestures was an incredibly complex and specialized knowledge.

In that moment, Gallock even felt a misconception—perhaps this young man had more prospects as a wizard than a swordsman. He completely forgot that even by swordsmanship standards, Brand was also a genius of the first order.

After Brand charged through the range covered by the Dimension Anchor, he once again executed Flash Sword in midair. By this time, Flash Sword had completely absorbed Erune’s Military Swordsmanship experience, rising to Level 4.

Flash Sword 4+1 Level [Entry-level] (Dragon Clan/Ancient): This special skill allows your sword edge to deflect dimensions. Each attack can ignore a certain spatial distance (60m).

At this level, it was already a Boundary that ordinary Templars could only dream of. Stephen seemed to only realize what he saw at this moment—if someone had told him before that one could master the tricks of a swordsmanship and immediately graduate to mastery, he would surely think that person was mad, or taking him for a fool.

But now he felt he might as well truly be nothing more than a fool.