He shot forward with a single step, the Elf Sword in his hand already tracing a striking silver line. In fact, he had done such sudden attacks in the game not ten thousand times but at least eight thousand, very familiar indeed. It's just that his body attributes and skills were far from keeping up, making him feel very awkward, especially the timing of the sword strike, which was off by miles.
He thought that an Iron Rank Swordsman could easily evade this strike, but unfortunately, the Withered Beast larvae didn't have that capability.
The sword pierced its throat.
Scorching Silver Flame rose from both sides of the leaf-shaped sword blade, turning the Withered Beast into a pile of ashes in an instant. Six golden light spheres danced in the night sky before merging into Brand's chest.
