The Amber Sword

Kuran looked at this young man, who was sitting steadily on a silver battle, who entered the gold field 30 years ago and was only firmly in the middle a few years ago, and this young man seemed to be God's pet - no, even the Apocalypse could not reach the gold middle level in the district at this age, unless he was the chosen one born of destiny.

None of the Chosen One is locked in the shackles of destiny, and has been deprived of a part of his body by birth, like a blind Yura. So when the old swordsman saw Brando, he didn't even think in that direction. He stopped and asked in a hurry:

“Young man, which one is your soul? ”

“What?” Brando stunned.

“Don't play dumb with me. I asked who your soul was, you know!” The old man was suddenly angry, and he yelled, “It's important, tell me--”

“What are you talking about, what do I understand? ”

Brando was really beamed this time, and he saw Kurand come and thought the old man was going to remind himself of something, but he didn't think that the other person's opening was a series of unknown questions.

But he was about to ask, and the loud voice over the ring suddenly sounded again, interrupting the conversation between them:

“Mortal, do you want to continue the challenge? ”

“Of course,” replied Brando.

“Kid, answer me!” Kuran clapped on the air wall outside and shouted. But Brando glanced over at him and gave him a slight gesture, and then he looked up and waited for the fantasy host to announce the rules.

Indeed, he saw a row of dark green text immediately floating on his retina ——

“Nightmare Arena. ”

“The next battlefield is - the Nightmare Arena!” At the same time, the sound of thunder and thunder in the sky has been pronounced in the hearts of all.

Brando's face suddenly changed.

“What is a nightmare arena, Lord?” Metisa frowned and asked back in a low voice.

……

“What's a nightmare arena, Corvin?” At the same time, Maher should not go too far in asking her companions the same question.

“I don't know." A skinny teenager answered very simply.

“What are they arguing about?” But Joca's attention fell on Brando and Kuran, and he was more worried about whether his traveler would get out of here safely with him than in this strange land away world.

“I don't know.” Same answer.

“But why is he still challenging, and there's no one else here to save him?” This was also asked by some teenagers.

“I don't think it's that simple," someone replied, "I don't know where this is, but I think it's going to cost a lot of money to build a place like this. Is it just for catching or letting go games? ”

His words resonated with many people who looked around with concern.

“Well, you don't know the hobbies of the noble lords, maybe they're just for fun!” But there is also a refutation.

“It's not necessarily those noble lords who made it out here, if I remember correctly, but we were under the mine, and I don't know why I thought it was weird with what we dug out. ”

“Yeah, I support that, too! Besides, that was a dragon. I think those things are kind of —— I don't know, I feel like I'm in a dream right now, and I don't know if it's true. ”

The teenager said he touched the cold iron fence while touching it.

Everyone silenced down.

“His goal is the sword.” Kevin's voice is not high, but he always waits for these chattering teenagers to finish before he talks slowly, which sounds particularly weighty.

The skinny teenager stared at the dark, heavy sword on the central stone tablet of the ring, and he noticed Brando's eyes pointed in that direction several times.

When he said that, others immediately felt that there seemed to be some reason.

“So he's not going to save us?” Some ask with concern.

“Why are people saving us?” That's a questionable voice.

“Corvin?” Joca looked at herself as one of the most knowledgeable and creative people he had ever known, and in his mind, Kevin was insightful, although most of the time he was not much of a talker.

“I have a way,” Kevin whispered, but more like he was cheering himself up: “- I tried to convince him. ”

“How do you convince him?” Maher asked inexplicably.

“Make a deal with him. ”

Maher's eyes widened: “You don't really want to make a deal with him with your worthless weird stuff, you're going to piss him off, it won't do us any good! ”

Corvin didn't answer, but looked at his companion silently.

……

“The Nightmare Arena is a limiting pattern, where no matter how powerful you are, you are just an ordinary person, where you have to use your skills to defeat your enemies. ”

“Skills?” Metissa curled her eyebrows slightly: “What technique? ”

Brando shot the blade with his finger: "Combat skills. ”

Silver elf girl silenced down, as if thinking. It sounds like it would be better for them, but she wouldn't think so, although the lord didn't mention it, but she could probably guess it wouldn't be that simple.

Brando looked up at the sky, and soon a row of golden words appeared in the sky, Dwarf, Ancient Modern Cruz, Ta, Pokémon, Dragon, and even a language that surprised Brando:

He touched his nose and pretended not to see that row of incredibly familiar squares.

But there has been enough weirdness here, and the Chinese characters appearing in the sky by the sky have not attracted much attention. For ancient civilizations, it seems that there is no obscure language that behaves abnormally.

And what everyone here is more concerned about is the content of those words:

I. Power dissipation (both parties involved in the battle, force is reduced to less than 10 energy levels)

II. Skills dissipation (both parties involved in the battle, with the exception of specified skills, all other abilities disappear automatically)

III. Sword Art (Designated Skill as Sword Art)

Utah took a sigh of relief, and although the young lord had amazed her with his power, the head of the female mercenary corps knew better that, unlike the level of power - as if the Apocalypse might have been born with more than silver - swordsmanship was a skill that required years of training.

Without decades of immersion, a man, no matter how talented, cannot be called a master in swordsmanship. Whether it's Eruin, Cruz, or even the whole Vaughn, most of those who are described as a generation of priests are old people with pale hair, walking into old age.

“Don't worry, Utah,” Sheesh's fine voice came from behind, and she seemed to see the worries in the head of the group. But the red-haired girl seemed more confident in Brando, and she just hid her worries deeper into her amber eyes: "Lord's swordsmanship is amazing -”

“I know adult swordsmanship is great.” Yuta answered, but she frowned: “I don't know who the enemy of the adult is yet," she whispered, warning: "Even in Eruin's history, there are many famous sword saints. ”

Xi Yilin couldn't help but worry.

Brando himself was worried that his thoughts were similar to those of a female mercenary leader. The nightmare challenge was not as simple as that, and he was already thinking about which master of swordsmanship he was facing.

The young man pressed the sword on his hand and suddenly felt the light dimming around him. And then the next moment, Metisa, the silver foal sitting next to her, and even the windy spider in the sky all disappeared in a flash.

There was a whisper all around.

The brigade magician was also deprived of his abilities, and Brando immediately felt numb on his scalp. He had hoped that this ability, which had always behaved like a plug-in, would escape the rules, but now it appears that the post of brigade magician remains within the rules of the world.

Luckily, though, Brando had not yet relied on the identity of the brigade magician to the point where he could not fight without leaving it. He just took a slight breath, conditioned his emotions, and then looked around with vigilance.

At that moment, when the light darkened, he found himself on a strange site - the ground was no longer sand, but rough granite - cutting neat granite pieces into huge pieces.

Brando looked around the site, and he saw a black shadow just north. He squinted his eyes slightly and recognized the identity behind the shadow:

“Buga? ”

“Cross Sword, Buga. ”

Kuran had the exact same name in his mind as Utah, and Buga had no small reputation in Eruin, not to mention the peculiar position of his swordsmanship school, which allowed the old swordsman and the head of the mercenary group to recognize each other at a glance.

Kuran frowned deeply, and he and the talented young man he had met earlier in the year knew each other's swordsmanship. But what reassured him a little was that Tobes was certainly no worse, after all, a descendant of that man.

Yet Utah relieved herself that she had only seen Buga once as a mercenary while passing through Rantoniland. Of course, she knew about the other swordsman's school, but in her opinion, it was much easier than the famous swordsman's.

But the two of them didn't have time to finish their little plates in their hearts, and another shadow appeared on the scene.

Brando screamed in his heart, as he came from an old acquaintance, Alberton the White Knight.

And then there was the third shadow, and Brando recognized the man, Viscount Tester.

In the fourth shadow, Brando felt sweating on his forehead, because that shadow made him unfamiliar, and he almost threw the sword out of his hand.

Standing just south of him was his grandfather.

“Tobes!” Kuran's face changed.

“That's...” Utah's face also changed. She felt like something was stuck in her throat that made her want to talk but she couldn't make a sound: “Ha... ha... Harasgron...”

“Who's that?” Sydney frowned and asked inexplicably.

Utah looked back at her weirdly, trying to speak but couldn't speak for a moment.

But Brando isn't in the mood to take care of these things right now, because he now realizes he might have a big problem --

Take one enemy four.

“Martha, come on! ”

……

(pS. This chapter has been amended to allow normal reading.)