Brando did not draw another sword. After Blade of Flames knocked Boban's sword aside, he wielded the illusion of Frost Singer Sinna and used Cruzian short-sword techniques to close in with quick steps. He was extremely familiar with the sword arts passed down by word of mouth among Cruz and Eluin. Though none of these techniques could be called dazzling, the refinement of history had made them simpler and more direct. They were truly practical sword arts.
With his understanding of swordsmanship, supplemented by Wind Empress Nine Luminaries, he was more than capable of turning the rotten into something miraculous. Seven consecutive quick strikes forced Boban to abandon his attempt to continue exchanging blows with Flash Sword. With another Blade of Flames watching him like a tiger waiting to pounce, Boban's heart sank, and he immediately understood that he had lost his final chance.
Clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang. Seven consecutive clashes. Each point where the two swords met extended seven or eight paces parallel to the direction in which Boban retreated. By the seventh strike, offense and defense had completely switched positions.
By this point, Huang Huo could no longer see the subtleties of the swordplay.
She only felt that Mr. Brando's swordsmanship was perfectly judged.
Because it truly was perfectly judged.
Boban, however, grew more and more delighted. An unusual light shone in his eyes as he watched Brando's blade. Of course, he recognized this as the quick sword art of the Anzeruta region, one of the short-sword fighting styles locals used in duels.
Only someone familiar with both countries, only someone who truly understood swords, could bring this plain and unadorned sword art to such a level. It was not as grand as Flash Sword or Wind Empress Nine Luminaries, but here, it was exactly