Fast Attack

*DING!*

Amidst the crisp clash of metal, a sword collided heavily with a sheathed sword, sending sparks flying like fireworks.

One of the Letto brothers had struck down with his sword toward the lightning-charged Riezel, but it hit his steadily raised scabbard and failed to land a blow.

*Swish!*

*Swish!*

At the same time, the other two Letto brothers attacked from both sides, slipping to Riezel's flanks.

With a faint sky-splitting sound, they swung their swords, one aimed at Riezel's left side and the other at his right, their angles almost perfectly symmetrical, creating two parallel lines of cold, glinting slashes.

Seeing this, Riezel flashed and darted backward like a true lightning bolt without hesitation, evading the incoming symmetrical slashes.

However, one of the Letto brothers who had initially attacked Riezel was not idle, as he quickly leaped into the air and brought his sword down once more toward Riezel.

At this moment, the three brothers had thoroughly sealed off Riezel's line of sight ahead and relentlessly pursued him with furious attacks.

Facing such fierce and unrelenting attacks, Riezel retreated repeatedly, momentarily appearing as if he had lost his ability to counter.

*BOOM!*

With an explosive sound, the three brothers simultaneously struck the ground where Riezel had been a second ago, shattering it. Dust and debris were blown away by the blast, causing the nearby crowd to gasp in surprise and scramble, suffering immensely from the oncoming dust storm.

"Fall back!"

"Quick, fall back!"

Seeing the situation worsen, Ain and Ian began evacuating the crowd with the Frenzel family's knights, urging them to retreat like a tide away from the center of the battle.

"Elder Sister!"

"Get down!"

Isaac and Mediste, hiding in a corner close to the battle's epicenter, were unfortunately caught in the dust storm.

Isaac was shouting in panic while Mediste quickly pressed him down and sheltered behind a wall to shield themselves from the dust storm.

Meanwhile, Riezel and the Letto brothers continued their intense fight amidst the swirling dust.

One side flashed back and forth like lightning, while the other pursued relentlessly like three meteors.

*BOOM!*

*DING!*

*BOOM!*

*Clang!*

At this moment, the clash and roaring sounds constantly erupted from the dust, gradually evolving into a full-blown sandstorm.

"Is this... is this what the battle of powerful swordsmen looks like?"

"It's terrifying!"

As the ordinary people who were neither swordsmen nor magicians witnessed the sandstorm-like chaos, they were awestruck and visibly shaken.

However, the swordsmen, after retreating a distance, watched intently, trying to discern the details of the ongoing fight, especially the people sent by various factions, their eyes were shining brightly.

"Finally, it's not a one-hit move anymore?"

"Heh, the Letto brothers are indeed impressive."

"Now we can see Riezel Brynhart's strength properly."

"Quick! Record the battle with the magic crystal!"

Hidden among the crowd, these people were secretly thrilled.

Previously, Riezel had ended his challengers instantly, causing frustration among the people who were unsure how to complete their tasks.

However, now they could finally get a good look at his performance and see what kind of strength this youngest-ever Sword Saint could demonstrate.

Meanwhile, many swordsmen had already noticed that, under the Letto brothers' relentless assaults, Riezel seemed to be at a disadvantage, continuously evading their attacks, which pleased the swordsmen.

"Being arrogant, huh? Now you've really hit a tough opponent, haven't you?"

"Go for it! Letto brothers!"

"Smash that youngest Sword Saint to bits!"

"Let's fucking go!"

Shouting these words, the swordsmen who had originally looked down on Riezel with jealousy and negative emotions suddenly became as excited as if they had been given a shot of adrenaline upon seeing him being suppressed.

Their demeanor was as if they were letting the Letto brothers take their frustrations out on Riezel, completely forgetting their previous submissive behavior.

Of course, some also watched the battle with serious expressions.

From the observer's perspective, this battle was highly engaging, featuring a newly promoted Sword Saint on one side and three users of unique swordsmanship on the other, who could barely match a Sword Saint, resulting in a clash between four Sword Saint-level swordsmen.

Such a high-level battle was rare to witness, so they naturally wouldn't miss this opportunity.

Meanwhile, the three Letto brothers suddenly leaped high into the air simultaneously, descending from the same height and striking with the same angle and force, their three sharp swords slashed down toward Riezel with an ear-piercing sound.

*DING!*

Riezel still held up his still-sheathed sword to block, deflecting the simultaneous strikes of the three swords and turning the clash into a soundwave that blew away the surrounding dust.

*BANG!*

With a muffled sound, Riezel was knocked back.

Clearly, the combined attack of the Letto brothers amplified their strengths, creating a terrifying force that sent Riezel flying a considerable distance.

Feeling the recoil, Riezel couldn't help but sigh.

"So this is the power of your swordsmanship's combination attack? It really has some tricks up its sleeve..."

What was originally the strength of '1 + 1 + 1 = 3' had more than doubled under the Harmony Sword Style, which impressed Riezel.

However, the Letto brothers ignored Riezel's amazement, acting like cold, merciless killing machines.

From the moment the battle began, they entered a mysterious state.

In this state, it was as if the three resonated with each other, their minds merging into one, fighting without needing to communicate and instinctively knowing what each was thinking.

As a result, while Riezel marveled at their swordsmanship, the Letto brothers attacked once again, their speed and aggression now even fiercer than before.

In an instant, their sword lights wove together into an impenetrable net, closing in on Riezel.

*Clang!* *Cling!* *Clang!* *Cling!*

Riezel once again fell into a defensive stance, retreating like lightning bolts while continuously swinging his sheathed sword to deflect the incoming sword lights one by one.

At first glance, it seemed that he was at a disadvantage, overwhelmed by the Letto brothers, but in reality, his expression remained calm throughout, occasionally showing a relaxed demeanor, completely at ease.

Currently, he had utilized the Transparent World to its fullest—his eyes gleamed with a translucent light as he observed the incoming Letto brothers, making every movement of their bodies clearly visible to him.

Whether it was the direction and method of muscle movements, the rhythm of their breathing, or even the flow of magical energy and blood, the Transparent World provided him with detailed information, feeding it into his mind.

Because of this, Riezel easily saw through every move the Letto brothers made.

He perceived the strength and angle of their slashes, their movement trajectories and speeds, and the frequency and direction of their steps.

Everything was laid bare before Riezel's eyes.

As a result, despite the fierce and strong attacks of the Letto brothers, none of their attacks reached him, as he consistently dodged or blocked their swords.

'Hmm, feels so relaxed...'

Riezel found himself feeling this way without even realizing it.

He knew it was due to his new development ability, 'Fast Attack'.

After acquiring Fast Attack, his reflexes had accelerated, allowing him to react calmly to attacks that seemed incredibly fast to others, dodging and blocking with ease.

Compared to the increase in attack speed, the enhancement of reflexes seemed even more useful in combat.

'It seems like Fast Attack has more potential than I imagined...' Riezel pondered while blocking a slash from behind. 'Well, if it were only used to increase attack speed, it would be a bit of a waste.'

Needless to say, his ability to calmly ponder this amidst such an intense and fast-paced combat proved just how relaxed he was.

Regardless, Fast Attack was also very useful for enhancing attack speed.

Riezel's ability to easily take down one Sword Master after another using Thunder Breathing was not only due to the speed and explosive power of Thunderclap and Flash but also because the enhancement from Fast Attack played a crucial role.

Amid his pondering, Riezel suddenly sidestepped another incoming slash, leaped into the air as if he had eyes in the back of his head to dodge a strike from behind, and then, almost as if he could predict the future, swung his sheathed sword to deflect a stab from a sharp blade that had stealthily approached him.

*Bzzz—!*

As the sound of lightning crackling around Riezel resounded, he appeared as if he had transformed into a god of thunder.

""HAAAAHHH—!!!""

Seeing this, the Letto brothers roared in frustration, unleashing an impressive aura as they struck at Riezel again.

*BOOM!*

With an explosive sound, three sword lights burst forth simultaneously, like beams of light carving three massive gashes into the ground.

Knowing he was surrounded by these three sword lights, Riezel stayed calm.

"Good strike, but now it's my turn to attack."

*BOOM!*

As soon as the words left Riezel's mouth, a thunderous roar erupted.

In the next second, the lightning that had been crackling around his body suddenly surged dozens of times, with each bolt becoming extremely thick and transforming into countless snake-like lightning bolts darting in all directions.

*BOOOM—!*

In an instant, the lightning bolts collided with the three sword lights, causing an explosive sound as they neutralized each other.

""?!!!""

Seeing this, the expressions of the Letto brothers changed drastically.

"Thunder Breathing - First Form…"

Riezel's voice rang out clearly, blending with the roaring thunder and filling the entire area.

"Thunderclap and Flash."

Riezel's figure instantly turned into a lightning bolt, slicing through the air.

*Splurt!*

One of the Letto brothers was instantly struck, blood spraying through the air as he flew away.