But what he couldn't believe was, did that young man just use it like that? He did it so skillfully as if he had practiced it for years. No, it was not just practice. As an experienced swordsman, the old man certainly understood what that kind of unadorned simplicity in Brand's sword meant.
Practical experience!
Kulan's action of striking the air wall froze in an instant. If he could pop his eyeballs out, then at this moment, he thought his eyes would surely fall to the ground.
God, Martha! What kind of talent is this? The old man felt a headache as if his brain was twisted by something—how could such an existence be in this world?
He was not the only one with this feeling. The four opponents on the field felt it even more intensely. Since their strength was limited to the same level, skill became the key to victory, but now they realized—this young man's swordsmanship had obviously become elusive.
It was a transformation.
