Amber Sword

Chapter 1153: Chapter 288: The First of the Three Swords, Eternal Radiance of Moonlight (Part 2)

It was a breathtakingly stunning strike, flawless even to the most discerning Sword Master.

When Princess Griffine saw this strike, her expression changed; she was a renowned swordsman in the royal family, but only after witnessing the swordplay on the battlefield did she realize her own naivety. She might possess excellent swordsmanship, yet it was at this moment she understood why her swordsmanship mentor told her she might need to experience one or two real battles to truly stand out.

The reason lies here.

Like the horns of an antelope hanging on a tree, leaving no trace to be found.

Griffine’s lips moved slightly, but she didn’t give a warning, as that would imply her distrust in Brand. "Ah, be careful!" However, the Earl of Yan Castle next to her quietly called out. Her Highness the Princess turned her head and glanced at her former close friend with a sense of melancholy, suddenly feeling a deep sadness. As a member of the royal family, she was destined to have no freedom at all.

This must be the so-called responsibility of royalty.

Chai Ge’s sword was already close in front of Brand’s eyes, the point of the sword radiating a chilling gleam with an approaching cold breath of death.

But Brand remained expressionless, unmoved. He raised his sword and blocked it with the most standard move from the textbook. ’So rigid—?’ When the piercing metallic clash vibrated through everyone’s eardrums, the first thought to surface in everyone’s mind was; everyone saw clearly that the young man next to the Earl of Yan Castle was using the most basic move of Erune Military Swordsmanship—

Raising the sword to block horizontally, this is the first life-saving basic skill every soldier learns. But it is merely basic, like a clumsy instinctive reaction, viewed as the worst response by everyone—even some couldn’t help but think this move was utterly unworthy of Chai Ge’s excellent strike. But it didn’t matter, as anyone with a little understanding of swordsmanship would realize that such a rigid response would only corner oneself.

A Sword Master’s sword is never just one strike.

Scared stiff? A trace of alertness flashed in Chai Ge’s one remaining eye; some people are called geniuses precisely because they have reasons to be proud. Chai Ge is never negligent, for his blindness in one eye serves to prove this point. Brand’s unexpected, seemingly desperate sword move instead raised a deep sense of vigilance in his heart, he felt a palpitation and instinctively wanted to withdraw his sword.

But it was too late.

A sword abruptly appeared at his neck, then pierced through it, the black blade tearing through flesh, with scarlet liquid slicing the air like a line and then turning into a mist of blood. The Earth Sword shattered his cervical vertebrae, taking Chai Ge’s final view around the hall, revealing in his unwilling gaze the last thought of his glorious life.

’How can it be so fast!?’

There were two Brands in the hall.

Then one by one they disappeared.

Only the young man and his raised sword remained, the spine of the sword flat and smooth, inky black, with a lingering glimmer along its edge. The entire estate fell into a dead silence, as if the world had paused at that moment, making one see double vision, yet all fantasies ultimately returned to nothingness, while the soft breathing among the crowd rippled outward like waves.

Eagle Djal’s eyes were wide open, forever remembering such sword skills, the very swordsmanship that severed his arm.

"Ah!"

"What swordsmanship is that!?"

Brand retracted his sword and turned his head; no one present dared to meet his gaze. The Moon’s Inheritance, chief among the three swords, returns to the Mortal World after thousands of years. Just one glance makes its dazzling pride unforgettable; seven remain, and with just a glance, the fall of the Golden rank is destined. Such a scene could only unfold in that terrifying battle decades ago, and each heart-stirring war over hundreds, thousands of years. The grim atmosphere of brutal combat seemed to pierce straight into one’s being, confronting with force.

Hearts wavered.

The seven warriors of Golden rank felt a chill creeping up their spines, a feeling they hadn’t experienced in who knows how many years; in their eyes, Brand had transformed into an ancient beast, baring stark, snowy white fangs. The battle-hardened instincts built over years compelled them to react. Seven people raised their swords, stepping forward, "Kill him!" The hall had no bystanders anymore; they understood this was the crossroad of life and death, where victory and defeat teetered on a fine edge.

The warriors united, and on the battlefield, nothing was predetermined. Brand turned his head; three headed straight for his back, while on the other side, the surrounding assassins formed a concentric circle on the field. Brand could no longer capture the figures behind him. For some reason, even Delphire clenched her hands in nervousness—that was clearly the bandits who were coercing her. "Watch your back!" Yet fate had intertwined their destinies closely; the Earl of Yan Castle couldn’t help but warn out loud.