Brant gripped his rapier tightly, his steps swift as he charged toward Lin Yide, the tip of his sword aimed directly at his opponent's chest.
A cold smirk played on his lips, as if he already envisioned the rapier piercing Lin Yide's chest, blood splattering everywhere.
The onlookers couldn't help but gasp, astonished by the speed of Brant's thrust.
However, unbelievably, Lin Yide effortlessly dodged this thunderous strike with a simple sidestep.
"Is this the extent of the Lannis family's swordsmanship?" Lin Yide mocked. "It's truly pathetic!"
Brant was enraged by Lin Yide's taunt. The fire of anger blazed within him, and he vowed to make this arrogant fool pay a heavy price, to make him wish he were dead.
Thus, he launched another fierce attack on Lin Yide, the rapier in his hand darting toward his opponent like a venomous snake.
His moves were exceptionally tricky, each strike aimed directly at Lin Yide's vital points.
Despite Brant's best efforts, his movements seemed somewhat strained, his speed noticeably lagging.
In contrast, Lin Yide, proficient in the basic Favonius Bladework, appeared to be handling the situation with ease.
He effortlessly blocked all of Brant's attacks, using only the techniques of parrying and disarming. With each clash of swords, he accurately neutralized the opponent's offensive.
A young woman in the crowd, witnessing this scene, already knew the outcome of the battle.
What surprised her was that Lin Yide was using Mondstadt's knightly swordsmanship, and his fundamentals were exceptionally solid.
He had no superfluous movements; every move was just right, precisely blocking the opponent's attacks.
The battle on the field continued, but the situation became increasingly clear.
Brant's physical condition was even worse than that of an average person. After just a few rounds, he was already panting heavily, gasping for breath.
"Is this what the men of the Lannis family are like?" Lin Yide's mocking voice rang in Brant's ears, piercing his heart. "A bunch of lowly trash!"
Brant felt exhausted, but he knew he couldn't fall. For the sake of his family's honor, he had to persevere.
He gripped the rapier tightly and charged at Lin Yide again with his remaining strength.
However, Lin Yide smiled contemptuously, easily dodging the attack, and then swiftly kicked Brant to the ground.
Brant fell heavily to the ground, his body aching as if it were falling apart.
But more painful than the physical pain was the pain in his heart—he had actually lost to this bastard he had always looked down upon, Lin Yide!
Lin Yide slowly walked up to Brant, stepped on his face with one foot, and coldly asked, "Brant, do you admit defeat?"
Brant roared furiously, his voice filled with humiliation and madness: "I admit defeat to your mother's bastard! You and your mother are both trash!"
Hearing such insults, Lin Yide's gaze instantly turned icy.
Although he didn't have deep feelings for the original owner's mother, he deeply respected this woman who remained resilient in hardship and worked hard to raise her child.
"You deserve to die!" Lin Yide's voice was filled with cold killing intent.
With that, the sword in his hand mercilessly pierced Brant's throat.
Blood gushed out like a released flood, instantly staining the ground red.
This scene shocked everyone present.
No one had expected that Lin Yide would actually kill in a duel!!!
Although killing an opponent in a duel was not illegal in Fontaine, in most cases, the victor would show mercy and not really kill the opponent.
Moreover, he had killed the second young master of the Lannis family!
Did he not want to live anymore?
"Y-you actually dared to kill Young Master Brant!" One of Brant's followers pointed at Lin Yide in horror, his voice trembling.
Lin Yide simply smiled slightly and nodded gently. "That's right, I did it."
His smile seemed gentle, but in the eyes of everyone, it was as cold as ice in winter, sending chills down their spines.
After saying that, he turned around and walked away leisurely, as if the killing just now was just a trivial matter.
Just then, a voice sounded in Lin Yide's mind: "Congratulations to the host for completing the event—'Win the duel with Brant and kill him', and receive a system reward of 400 experience points."
Hearing this voice, Lin Yide confirmed his guess that the greater the impact of the event he completed, the more experience points he would receive.
Lin Yide had just walked not far when a young woman blocked his way. He looked at the young woman carefully and suddenly felt a little familiar.
"Yide, hello, I'm Clorinde." The young woman introduced herself seriously. "You were using Favonius Bladework just now, right?"
Lin Yide smiled slightly and nodded. "That's right."
A hint of anticipation flashed in Clorinde's eyes, and then she said, "I've always been very interested in Favonius Bladework. If possible, I would like to spar with you."
Lin Yide thought for a moment, then replied, "Then when I have time."
After saying that, he didn't stop and continued to walk forward.
His destination was not his home, but the majestic Palais Mermonia.
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In an extremely luxurious villa hall, the atmosphere was heavy and oppressive.
Outside the villa, Brant's followers were being brutally beaten, and their wails were incessant.
Brant's body lay quietly on the cold floor, and a richly dressed old woman hugged him tightly, tears falling like broken pearls. Her painful cries echoed continuously in the empty hall.
"Enough!" An elderly man with a livid face shouted sharply. "It's all your doting that killed Brant!"
Hearing this, the old woman suddenly raised her head, her eyes flashing with angry sparks: "Tywin, how can you say such a thing! He is your own son! You heartless old thing!"
Her voice was sharp and piercing, full of resentment.
Her emotions became more and more agitated, and she clenched Brant's clothes tightly with both hands: "I want you to avenge him! I want you to kill Yide! I want to punish that murderer in the most cruel way!"
Although Tywin didn't have much affection for this useless second son, the family's honor could not be tarnished.
A trace of ruthlessness flashed in his eyes: "Don't worry, I will let Herbert handle this matter. I promise, Yide will die miserably."
Hearing this, the old woman's anger subsided slightly, and she lowered her head again to hug Brant's body and cry bitterly.