Act 71 The King of the Underground (22)

Kuran looked at the young man sitting firmly on the silver war horse with a somewhat complicated expression. He entered the gold field thirty years ago and was only stable in the mid-range a few years ago. However, this young man seems to be from heaven. Beloved - no, even the Apocalypse cannot reach the middle level of gold at this age, unless he is the chosen one born according to fate.

But the chosen ones are all bound by the yoke of fate, and the disabled who were born with a part of their bodies taken away are like the blind Yura. So when the old swordsman saw Brando, he didn't even think about it in that direction. He paused and asked anxiously:

"Young man, who is your soul seal?"

"What?" Brando was stunned.

"Don't be pretentious with me. I'm asking you who is the soul sealer. You understand!" The old man suddenly jumped up in anger. He shouted: "This is very important. Tell me quickly -"

"What are you talking about and what do I understand?"

Brando was really shocked this time. When he saw Kuran walking over, he thought the old man was going to remind him of something, but he didn't expect that the other person would ask a series of inexplicable questions as soon as he opened his mouth.

But just as he was about to ask, the huge voice above the arena suddenly sounded again, interrupting their conversation:

"Mortal, do you want to continue the challenge?"

"Of course." Brando replied.

"Boy, answer me!" Kuran shouted outside, slapping the wall of air. But Brando glanced over at him and gave him a wait gesture. Then he raised his head and waited for the host in the fantasy to announce the rules.

Sure enough, he saw a row of green words immediately appear on his retina——

"Nightmare Arena."

"The next battlefield is - Nightmare Arena!" At the same time, a voice like rolling thunder in the sky also announced the same words in everyone's hearts.

Brando's expression suddenly changed.

"What is the Nightmare Arena, Lord?" Medissa frowned, turned around and asked in a low voice.

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"What is the Nightmare Arena, Ke Wen?" At the same time and in the same place, Maher turned his head and asked his companion the same question.

"have no idea.

"The thin boy's answer was simple.

"What are they arguing about?" But Qiaoka's attention fell on Brando and Kuran. Compared with this strange world, he was more worried about whether his group could leave here safely together.

"I don't know." The same answer.

"But why does he continue to challenge? There is no one else here to save?" Someone among the teenagers also asked.

"I don't think it's that simple," someone replied: "Although I don't know where this is, I think it must cost a lot of money to build such a place. Is it just used for catching or releasing games? ?”

His words resonated with many people, and they all raised their heads and looked around worriedly.

"Humph, you don't know the hobbies of those nobles. Maybe they are just doing it for fun!" But some people retorted.

"This place was not necessarily created by those noble men. If I remember correctly, we were under the mine before. I still feel that it is weird to the thing we dug out."

"Yes, I also support this view! Besides, that was a dragon just now. I think those things are a bit - how should I put it, I feel like I am in a dream now, and I don't know if it is real. "

The boy touched the cold iron fence as he spoke.

Everyone fell silent.

"His target is that sword." Ke Wen's voice was not high, but he always waited for these chattering teenagers to finish speaking before speaking slowly, which sounded particularly weighty.

The thin young man stared at the long black sword on the stone tablet in the center of the arena. He noticed that Brando had cast his eyes in that direction several times.

As soon as he said this, others immediately felt that it made sense.

"Then he doesn't plan to save us?" someone asked worriedly.

"Why do others want to save us -" This is the questioning voice.

"Ke Wen?" Qiaoka looked at his companion. In his mind, Ke Wen was the most knowledgeable and insightful person he had ever met. Although he was not very talkative most of the time, he would always Very insightful every time.

"I have a way," Ke Wen whispered, but it was more like encouraging himself: "——I will find a way to convince him."

"How do you convince him?" Maher asked puzzled.

"Make him a deal."

Maher's eyes widened: "You don't really want to use your worthless weird things to make a deal with him, do you? It will do us no good to anger him!"

Ke Wen didn't answer, just glanced at his companion silently.

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"Nightmare Arena is an extreme mode. No matter how powerful you are in this venue, you are just an ordinary person. Here, you must use skills to defeat the enemy."

"Technique?" Medisa raised her eyebrows with a crooked glance: "What technique?"

Brando flicked the blade with his finger: "Fighting skills."

The silver elf girl fell silent, seeming to be thinking. This sounds like it is more beneficial to them, but she does not think so. Although the Lord did not mention it, she can probably guess that it will not be so simple.

Brando raised his head and looked at the sky. Rows of golden words soon appeared in the sky. Dwarf language, ancient/modern Cruz language, Ta language, Elf language, Dragon language and even a kind of language that made Brando Terrifying language:

He touched his nose and pretended not to see the rows of extremely familiar square characters.

But there's enough weirdness here, and the Chinese characters appearing out of thin air in the sky don't attract much attention. For ancient civilizations, it seems that the absence of an obscure language would be abnormal.

Everyone present was more concerned about the content of those words:

1. Power dissolution (the power of both parties participating in the battle is forcibly reduced to below 10 energy levels)

2. Skill dissolution (except for the specified skills, all other abilities of both parties participating in the battle will automatically disappear)

3. Swordsmanship (specified skill is swordsmanship)

Yuta took a breath. Although the young lord's power had amazed her, the female mercenary leader knew that it was different from the level of power - just like the Apocalypse might be born with power above silver - —But swordsmanship is different. This is a skill that requires years of training.

Without decades of immersion, no matter how talented a person is, he cannot be called a master in swordsmanship. Whether it is in Eruin, Cruz or even the entire Warend, most of those who can be called masters are gray-haired old men in their octogenarian years.

"Don't worry, Yuta," Akane's thin voice came from behind, and she seemed to see the worry in the female leader's heart. However, the red-haired girl seemed to have more confidence in Brando. She just hid her worries deeper in her amber eyes: "The Lord's swordsmanship is very powerful -"

"I know that your master's swordsmanship is very powerful." Yuta responded, but she frowned: "But I still don't know who your enemy is," she reminded in a low voice: "Even in the history of Eruin, the famous There are also many sword masters.”

Qian shivered and couldn't help but become worried.

Brando himself is also worried. His thoughts are actually similar to those of the female mercenary leader. The nightmare challenge is not that simple. He is already thinking about which sword master he will face.

The young man held down the sword in his hand and suddenly felt that the light around him dimmed slightly. Then the next moment, Medisa next to her, the silver war horse sitting down, and even the sylph spider in the sky disappeared in an instant.

There was a low cry all around.

The ability of the planeswalker was also taken away, and Brando immediately felt a numbness in his scalp. He originally hoped that this ability, which had always behaved like a plug-in, could escape the rules, but now it seems that the position of planeswalker is still in this world. within the rules.

But fortunately, Brando was not so dependent on the identity of the planeswalker that he could not fight without it. He just took a gentle breath, adjusted his emotions, and then stared at the surroundings vigilantly.

The moment the light dimmed, he found that he had arrived at an unfamiliar site - the ground was no longer sand, but rough granite - neatly cut granite was laid out piece by piece to form a huge site.

Brando looked around the entire field, and then he saw a black shadow appearing due north. He narrowed his eyes slightly and recognized the identity behind the shadow:

"Buga?"

"Cross sword, Buga."

An identical name flashed in the minds of Kuran and Yuta. Buga was well-known in Eruin, not to mention his peculiar stance of swordsmanship, which made the old swordsman and the female mercenary leader recognize him at a glance. The other party comes.

Kuran frowned deeply. He had met the talented young man many years ago and was well aware of his attainments in swordsmanship. But what made him feel a little relieved was that Tobus's lineage was probably not bad, after all, he was a descendant of that person.

Jutta, however, looked relieved. She had only seen Buga from a distance once as a mercenary when passing Lantonilan. Of course, she still knew the opponent's swordsmanship style, but in her opinion, at least it was much easier to deal with than those famous swordsmanship masters.

But before the two of them could finish their plans in their minds, another dark shadow appeared on the scene.

Brando screamed in his heart, because the person coming was an old acquaintance - the white knight Alberton.

Then there was the third black shadow, and Brando also recognized that person - Viscount Test.

At the fourth black shadow, Brando immediately felt sweat on his forehead, because that figure was so familiar to him that he almost threw the long sword in his hand.

Standing directly south of him was his grandfather.

"Tobbs!" Kuran's expression suddenly changed.

"That's..." Yuta's expression also changed. She felt as if something was stuck in her throat, which made her want to speak but couldn't make a sound: "Ha... ha... Harrasgroun... …”

"Who is that?" Qian frowned and asked in confusion.

Juta looked back at her with a strange expression, wanting to speak but couldn't.

But Brando is not in the mood to pay attention to these things at all now, because he now realizes that he may have to face a big trouble——

One against four.

"Martha, come on!"

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(pS. This chapter has been revised and can be read normally.)