As Brando pondered, Baron Grudin's fingers snapped. Immediately the two servants came up with a wooden box in their hands, and they emptied the table, then placed the box in front of Brando, bowed slightly, and then withdrew.

The baron stood up and made a gesture of invitation to Brando.

"What is this?" Brando thought to himself that this guy would definitely not give him anything good, and even though he was a viscount, Grudin's would not be guilty of scolding him. Besides, he slapped his face so well just now, and this guy still posted it upside down, so it's no longer a cheap word to describe.

He hesitated for a moment before nodding to Antitina and motioning for her to open the box.

The noblewoman's daughter got up and opened the box immediately after receiving instructions, she was playing the role of a viscount's attendant at the moment, so she naturally had to behave decently, and it was impossible to ask for advice on everything as usual. However, Antitina had only just opened the first box when her movements froze.

Looking in Brando's direction, he could see that the aristocratic girl was clenching her teeth tightly to restrain herself from calling out.

What's going on?

Antitina stayed in front of the box for a long time, as if by some magic, and Brando saw her throat twitch slightly, almost making a soft click. The girl took a deep breath and finally stepped aside.

With a click, the fork in Little Roman's hand fell onto the plate.

Brando's face changed for a moment.

Because in the open box was a human head--

The head of the swordsman, to be exact, he had seen before; The swordsman's eyes were closed, his blood had lost his color, and his skin was as pale as a layer of rubber.

Brando was silent.

Antitina gave him a careful look, endured and endured, and finally let out a soft breath to open another box - although the noble girl's heart was almost broken, she still played her role strongly. Her fingers were almost trembling to hold the lid of the box, and she managed to calm down before slowly opening the lid of the box.

Inside was the head of another female elemental.

Antitina's face was bloodless.

"That woman tastes good," replied Baron Grudin, smiling slightly, "but a gentleman does not take a please." I heard that the sake cup made of the girl's skull was very delicious for wine, and I think the viscount must have never tried it. As for the other one, it's a giveaway—"

No sooner had he finished speaking than everyone in the hall heard a soft buzz.

They immediately saw that the saber at Brando's waist had sparked and popped out of its own accord, and it beeped and made a sharp sound, as if it was screaming for killing, and as if it was about to burst out in the next moment; The young man's hands were pressed on the table, and his lips were pursed without saying a word, but everyone felt a cold aura spread from the young man's body.

There is a real killing intent.

Several nobles sitting beside Brando bore the brunt of the attack, and their knives and forks clanged to the ground, and they were so frightened that they couldn't move. The icy aura spread forward, and the knights drew their swords to try to protect Grudin, who smiled and seemed to be savoring the pleasure of playing with their opponents.

But the smile immediately froze on his face.

For almost everyone present had seen a layer of hoarfrost clinging up the table—starting in front of Brando, the silver plate 'crackled', and the porcelain exploded, and the cracked pieces of porcelain shattered again, turning into particles or powders with smooth edges—the hoarfrost moved forward, and for a moment the tableware on the long table exploded into a faint white mist, as if an invisible beast was crossing the table and striking Grudin.

The two knights in front of the baron snorted, and the long swords in their hands shattered, and they immediately covered their eyes with a scream, and blood flowed between their fingers.

However, the wailing in the hall was far less sudden than the shock in the hearts of the people. Because seeing this scene, everyone can only think of one word-

Feature sensing.

Even Brando didn't expect to grasp the meaning of the elements in the realm of rage; At that moment, he felt as if his thoughts were in an endless black coldness, but the fight between the two hurt others, and Grudin's despicable and cowardly behavior completely crossed the most taboo bottom line in his heart.

Brando felt disgusted, yes, a disgust that came from the deepest part of his heart. He looked at the man dressed in a baron's skin, filthy to the bones, and the false smile on his face seemed to be distorted into an absurd abstract figure.

There was an impulse in his heart to make this filth completely disappear from this world.

But from the boundless anger, Brando gave birth to another realization. It was not a cold killing intent, but stillness - space was still, clearly full of anger, and yet out of this thought came another self-examining thought. This thought cleared the young man's mind, as if he could see his anger from a detached perspective and grasp it calmly.

Or rather, it's as if there are two Brandos at this moment. A Brando who is completely shrouded in boundless murderous intent, and a Brando who calmly examines this anger from the perspective of detachment.

So Brando found that he could fully control the anger in his heart.

He felt his strength increase exponentially, and this feeling merged with the experience he had gained from his grandfather's battle, and Brando finally touched a strong barrier.

He knows

That's the wall of elements.

The moment he touched the wall, he felt a few extremely ephemeral words pass through his mind: static, static, steady. Then the wall bounced him back mercilessly, wanting to impact the elements of civilization? Not enough qualifications

Then the illusion of Qiē all fell apart, the spiritual world seemed to be shattered, and time flowed again in an instant, pulling him back to reality.

Then Brando heard the sound of fried beans, and the glass and porcelain were blown to pieces in front of him; The temperature in the hall seemed to drop by dozens of degrees at once, and a thick layer of hoarfrost formed on the walls.

The first thing Brando did when he raised his head was to put his hand on the hilt of his silver-plated sword, but with this one movement, Baron Gruding and the twenty or so knights behind him were forced to take a big step back in unison by the invisible momentum, and the chairs behind them made a cracking sound and cracked into wooden shards flying like butterflies.

"Protect me"

Baron Grudin's scream.

Although the knights beside him were uncomfortable, they were all under the order and had to draw their swords to stop him again; What awaits them is Brando's unremarkable sword-

The thumb and index finger are against the cross gauntlet, the little finger is hooked to the hilt, and the middle finger and ring finger and palm together control the steady dìng of the sword. The wrist swings from left to right, and the elbow and shoulder have drawn the simplest arc.

Raven swordsmanship.

Burst of power -

In that respect, this is the most basic swordsmanship. As if it were the first sword slashed by a beginner swordsman, the trajectory was clear and the intent was obvious, so that even a slightly experienced person could easily judge how this sword should come about.

However, none of the twenty knights in the middle of the black iron had the ability to dodge.

The sword seemed to be stretched in space, and the terrifying cold light on the blade made everyone feel a piercing coldness from their bones. A chill crept up each of their bodies, and then instantly frosted, forming a thick ice sheet.

Elements, ice.

Can't move-

A white light swept by, and twenty heads flew high. At that moment, almost everyone was stunned, no, not just stunned, but so frightened that they couldn't help themselves. The sound of chairs and utensils clattering, and the nobles on either side of the table crawled back and clung to the walls on either side—they couldn't even care about the coldness, as if they were afraid to approach this terrible young man.

Twenty ice sculptures clattered and fell in front of them, turning into lifeless corpses. It was the first time that the breath of death had been so bluntly displayed in front of Baron Grudin. Every time in his life, he has so calmly grasped the life and death of others, but this moment finally understands that when life is ruthlessly contained, the weaker side is as weak as a drowning person who is powerless to resist fate.

It is the deepest sorrow that the proudest civilization of mankind has been completely trampled on.

He finally couldn't take it anymore, he thought that Brando was at most a swordsman with a silver mid-rank strength. This identity is just on an equal footing with him, and of course they can use all means to give each other a dismount.

But now he finally realized that he was wrong, and it wasn't a silver swordsman at all. Rather, it is a terrible being that has touched the edge of the element, no, once the element is civilized, it is already considered inhuman.

It turned out that the person sitting in front of him was not such a guy who was easy to mess with, but a giant beast that chose people to devour.

Brando stood forward with a cold face, and the long table was suddenly 'torn' and split into two pieces. The others didn't even see how he made a move, only saw the young man moving forward, and there was no longer the slightest obstacle between the baron and him.

Brando didn't say a word, and his hand pressed on the hilt of his sword again.

"I'm the lord of the kingdom—"

Grudin's collapse and couldn't help but let out a wail. He looked around in a panic, hoping to see anyone come to his rescue, but unfortunately, there was no one. Everyone was stunned, they didn't expect that a good banquet would develop such a situation, or they wouldn't have thought that a strong man who touched the edge of the element would run to a remote place.

Brando walked over step by step and looked at the guy as if he were looking at a dog.

His hands sank, ready to end this guy's life.

But it was at this time that Brando felt a hand on his hand. He was slightly startled, and turned around, only to see Akane holding a halberd in one hand, and looking at him seriously with amber eyes.

"Akane?"

The red-haired ponytailed girl looked at him and shook her head.

(PS. If you feel that the plot is incoherent, please read on.) Because of the limited space of updates every day, you can't express everything you want to express, and the answers you need will appear later.)