Amber Sword

The Northern Alliance’s morale completely collapsed at this moment, beginning to slowly retreat.

Brando moved a Life Holy Scripture out of the field, shuffling all the cards from the graveyard back into the deck.

Then he began to draw cards.

Eighteen cards.

Three Rise, four Lightning Storms, Vampire Baron, Wave Gem, Radiant Trumpeter, Fire Giant Spirit, Highland Servant, Wolf Cave, Fire Claw Spearman, four Dawn.

Brando lifted his head, eyes gleaming with an unusually bright light. He flashed a smile at Williams, baring his teeth like a beast ready to devour.

Eighteen cards, eleven spells, meaning next time he will draw thirty-three cards.

This is the core significance of Adversity Heaven; as long as Thought Acceleration remains on the field, the cycle for a Travel Mage will only speed up, with no limits.

Ultimately, the speed at which he casts spells will be linked only to his card-drawing speed, without regard to anything else.

This is the storm.

Sideways Desperate Trojan.

Life Holy Scripture is moved back into the field.

This is the death loop.

The killer move of Adversity Heaven.

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Williams finally realized the problem; he killed the Vampire Baron once again, killed Andreg, killed Lopar. His subordinates also took down the Fire Claw Spearman and the Secret Rune Summoner.

But it was meaningless, as they were gradually moving away from Brando.

Opponents they took down reappeared on the battlefield in less than a second, the speed and variety were simply maddening. Everyone in the forest watched stunned, with only one deeply shocking thought in their minds:

Could it be that his summoned creatures required no spiritual power to sustain?

Yet another possibility existed, as Wind Queen Saint Ossor was historically renowned for her Dual Cultivation of Magic and Martial Arts, said to possess boundless mana, thus creating swordsmanship like the Wind Queen Nine Luminaries.

Brando also mastered the Wind Queen Nine Luminaries.

Could he have truly inherited her complete legacy?

Since Williams yelled out the name of that swordsmanship, everyone couldn’t help but entertain this thought. Yet none of that was enough to sway hearts; what truly shocked everyone was Brando standing alone against ten truly peerless strongmen.

Nine Templar Knights, one super strongman at the Law Peak Supreme Boundary.

But Brando fought against ten, defeating them step by step.

This scene, every detail, was destined to depict the birth of this miracle. It would eternally imprint in the minds of everyone present, as a nightmare to his enemies, a legend in the mouths of others.

Williams felt this deeply. He realized he could not even approach Brando, even attacking from afar, that nightmare-like white light would flash, Anrud’s Holy Ring rendering his efforts fruitless.

He almost wanted to weep in despair.

In fact, the ’Vampire Girl’ he was battling grew increasingly powerful; previously, he could sweep her into the forest with a single sword swing. But now he could only engage in struggle, sensing faint signs of her breaking through Side of Truth peak, entering Law Peak.

Could this still be within the bounds of reason?

He witnessed her transformation from Enlightenment Element to Side of Truth, then from Side of Truth to Law Peak, finally understanding this was nothing like concealed strength but her gradually growing stronger in battle.

Unfortunately, Williams did not understand there exists a fighting nationality in this world; otherwise, he would surely think Medphis was the legendary fighting nationality! Growing stronger through adversity, stronger with each fight.

Of course, that was just an illusion.

The real reason was Brando continually sacrificing non-black biological forms, applying the three battle indicators’ enhancement similar to the Wolf Cave Card attachment on Char, each experience indicator now was a fixed experience point boost, though Medphis’s livelihood slowed, it couldn’t withstand Brando’s accelerated cycle.

Finally, the Vampire Lady entered the Law Peak domain at that moment.

A most powerful aura rose from the battlefield.

It drew attention from all the strongmen present.

Did someone break through on the battlefield?

Medphis let out a long howl – which Brando heard as soft as could be – but in the Northern Alliance’s ears, it stirred their spirits. Medphis suddenly sprouted a pair of demon wings from his back, with silver blood marks appearing on his forehead – the family insignia.