Thinking back to the past and then looking at Bujia, who was still in his prime, Brand suddenly felt a bit disoriented. He hadn't anticipated encountering him here.
This person was the future Great Sword Master Bujia.
Of course, at this moment, Brand didn't dare to confirm if Bujia already possessed that terrifying strength he would have later on. But in his memory, 'Cross Hand' Bujia had become a disciple of the Sean School of Knight Swordsmanship at the age of seventeen. Not long after, he met Duke Lune. How could he appear in such a remote and impoverished place?
"Why is he here?" Just as Brand had this thought, he noticed Bujia's gaze also falling upon him.
"You're using Military Swordsmanship?"
Bujia's blue-grey eyes flashed a hint of a subtle light. His eyebrows were sparse, and his eyes dull and lifeless. However, from his appearance, the future Great Sword Master looked quite ordinary, lacking any extraordinary traits. But his aura clearly indicated one thing—this seemingly ordinary man was undoubtedly a terrifying beast.
The more sensitive the perception, the more one could feel this.
Brand stood there, with a perception of 3.7 energy levels equivalent to being able to hear whispers through a wall and easily sensing the flow of air. But at this moment, Bujia felt like a towering mountain, standing motionless, even causing the wind to halt.
Though he saw Bujia as just a man standing there, it felt like facing a tightly sealed wall.
Brand swallowed and was slightly shocked. In his game experience, such a powerful aura suppression required at least Level 30. Could this mean that Bujia had already refined the Element? So young? Brand was startled, knowing Bujia wasn't a Chosen One, but this achievement would make some Chosen Ones ashamed.
A monster truly lived up to being a monster.
"Are you from the military, or a young man emerging from some Guard Team? There shouldn't be anyone in the militia with your level of strength." Bujia raised his eyebrows slightly and asked. Brand's reaction did not surprise him. So far, the only person in the mercenary group who could remain steady under his aura was Ecco.
That young man could indeed be considered exceptionally talented.
Thinking of Ecco, Bujia couldn't help but smile slightly. But just as the smile appeared, he immediately restrained it, for he still focused on Brand—in the whole of Erune, those practicing Military Swordsmanship belonged to only these three categories. Soldiers, militia, or Guard Team.
The noble knights mostly had their own family swordsmanship, while adventurers and mercenaries, even those from the military, would incorporate their own elements into their swordsmanship after combat training.
But this young man in front of him, methodical and precise, was clearly trained in a military camp.
Due to his special status, Bujia knew these things very well. Tʜe sourcᴇ of thɪs content ɪs novel⦿fire.net
Unexpectedly, Brand shook his head: "No, actually my ancestor was a Highland Knight. But now I'm out dealing with matters alone, without bringing any servants, as you can see. I wish to temporarily join you in action because it benefits both sides. I have no other intentions, and if I have any ideas, they are limited to this." He thought for a moment, then decided not to reveal Bujia's identity directly to avoid arousing suspicion.
The man standing beside Bujia, wearing an explorer's hat, smiled kindly upon hearing this answer: "We are indeed willing to accept your proposal, sir. However, the mercenary group does not take on dead weight, I trust you understand."
Brand glanced at Bujia, and understood mostly. "I understand, so just tell me, who should I duel with? I believe I have already defeated one person, and according to the written code, such assessments should not exceed three times." As an experienced traveler, Brand's familiarity with the code was no less than any scholar who studied it thoroughly.
Macaro and Bujia exchanged a look.
Then the tall man took off his giant sword and calmly replied, "Let me test you then, young man."
As anticipated! Brand couldn't help but take a deep breath. Looking at Bujia's slim face, he didn't feel nervous but was instead gripped by a sense of excitement. "Alright, let's see how skillful Bujia is now. Testing my current strength against this future Great Sword Master seems like a good idea." Brand couldn't help but feel eager.
He raised his sword, feeling every cell in his body ignite.
In the era where he became a Level 130 warrior, Bujia had long passed away. One of Brand's greatest regrets was not being able to duel with the Great Sword Master he regarded highly before he matured. Bujia had once been his goal, and although he too refined his Silver Body later, he ultimately missed the opportunity to fight this Sword Master.
He didn't expect that as time turned back to this moment, he unexpectedly won such a chance.
Though he wasn't yet an exceptional swordsman, Brand knew his understanding of warrior combat arts wasn't inferior to anyone's. At this moment, he felt as if he were once again that Level 130 Senior Warrior—Brand raised his head, his eyes bright as if ablaze.
The young man raised his sword.
At this moment, Level 10 Military Swordsmanship wasn't merely a high level of Basic Swordsmanship explanation. That natural aura had instantly captivated everyone around. Such an aura, Brand had seen in his grandfather, but of course, in him, it didn't create that suffocating sensation like facing an abyss.
But it was enough to astound the surrounding mercenaries.
"Master-level understanding, well, Military Swordsmanship." Bujia's eyes shone slightly: "A worthy opponent."
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