At the moment Richard hesitated, Julian the Ascetic, who was following Fanzan and was notorious for his fiery temper, let out a thunderous roar: "Aroma Shield, how dare you!"
Like Sidney, this ascetic's holy rank also came from the angel Aeroma, who wielded the holy sword. How could he tolerate anyone laying hands on Aeroma's holy relic? A platinum ring of flames burned in his eyes, his fury already blazing. Without another word, he slammed a fist toward Brando.
This was a full-power strike from a peak beyond the Extreme Realm, fueled by rage. In Rushta's battles throughout the night, it was also the strongest attack. Under his punch, the ground throughout the White Rose Garden cracked inch by inch, while the shattered stones and slabs seemed to lose their gravity and floated up from the earth.
The power contained in that fist was self-evident.
"Watch out!" Fanzan shouted furiously at his comrade. "Her Majesty the Queen wants him alive. Without Aeroma's approval, he can't use—"
He couldn't use the holy shield.
The words caught in his throat.
Because he clearly saw the holy shield in Brando's hand flicker faintly, and all of Julian the Ascetic's attacks instantly vanished into thin air.
Absolute Barrier. This was precisely the legendary ability of the Aroma Shield.
Impossible!
Fanzan nearly halted his hand mid-movement.
It wasn't only him. In fact, every peak expert connected to the Temple of Flames who was gathered around Brando felt their minds freeze for a moment. They all thought of the same horrifying possibility. If this young man had obtained Aeroma's approval, then—
What did that mean?
But this question only held meaning for those in the know. To the onlookers, Brando's situation was not necessarily very favorable.
Little Nidwen, watching the battle from the side, frowned deeply,