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Chapter 308: Chapter 307: The Future Must be Glorious Chapter 308: Chapter 307: The Future Must be Glorious One sword, just one sword, and Russell had conquered Glontan.

As a second son of a great noble family, fourteen-year-old Glontan was not without insight; after all, his father and elder brother were both Phantom Beast Knights with impressive strength.

But what he sensed from his father and brother was the suppression of power, an absolute dominance in terms of strength levels. It was similar to the way adults suppress children, unrelated to skill, simply a matter of differences in muscle and bulk.

However, Russell’s single strike showed him something different. It wasn’t oppression through sheer power, but rather a dazzling display of technique.

He was too young to describe this feeling clearly, but he was profoundly shocked.

“Is this what swordsmanship is?” Glontan couldn’t help but ask.

No one answered him.

After Russell’s sword thrust, he began to unfold a continuous stream of swordplay, and to this day, his proficiency in the Radiant Swordsmanship Technique had reached a new level. With ease and understated grace, his moves contained various lethal threats.

Especially since he was deliberately targeting Glontan, every move seethed with killing intent aimed at Glontan, forcing him to experience the swordwork up close.

A round of the Radiant Swordsmanship Technique ended.

Glontan was nearly slumped on the ground, drained by the intense focus of lethal intent, his body soaked with sweat even as the weather grew warmer.

“Is this swordsmanship, Big Brother Russell?” he asked, breathing laboriously.

“We’re just getting started. Just now was merely a one sword style with a single blade,” Russell said with a slight smile. Using Battle Qi Sword Control, he gestured through the air and pulled another fine steel longsword from the weapon rack, “Now, let me show you the Dual Sword Style!”

Clang!

The sound of the sword blade tearing through the air, its brilliance crossing in every direction.

Holding a sword in each hand, Russell began to execute even more powerful and sharp swordsmanship. His connection with the Sword Butterfly Amber Bug made his understanding of swordplay deeper than anyone else’s, and he could execute any form of swordsmanship he could imagine.

Nevertheless.

Even though he had cultivated his swordsmanship to such an extent, it still hadn’t undergone the final transformation; he had not grasped the essential Secret Technique of the art.

So, he sought another way, increasing from one sword to two, then from two swords to three.

Certainly, wielding three swords at the same time would not increase his understanding of swordsmanship, but fighting with three swords could perfectly showcase the power of the art and, by coordinating the three swords together, greatly amplify his strength.

Boom!

The two fine steel longswords released waves of sword light, creating a powerful web of sword brilliances on the training ground. Such overwhelming pressure almost brought Glontan, facing the Dual Sword Style, to his knees in surrender to Russell’s greatness.

But it wasn’t over yet. After the Dual Sword Style had been executed, Russell again used Sword Control to summon the third fine steel longsword.

Then he commenced with the Three Swords Style, powerful enough to crush any Phantom Beast Knight of the same rank.

In that instant, Glontan thought he saw countless swords’ brilliance filling the sky, like a dense net capturing all the directions he could breathe, and then, horrified, he realized he didn’t have even a sliver of space to breathe.

Suffocation.

It was an unbearable sensation of suffocation.

“Hum!”

He didn’t know how much time had passed and the humming of the longswords still echoed in his ears, but the sky-full of sword light had vanished, leaving only Russell standing before him, casually holding a fine steel longsword in each hand, with another hovering behind his back.

He looked striking and unruffled.

At that moment, Glontan, as if blessed with a sudden enlightenment, knelt on one knee, “Big Brother Russell, please accept me as your follower!”

Before Russell could refuse.

From afar came an enraged roar, suppressed to a low tone, “Glontan, what are you doing! You’re bringing shame upon us, get up at once!”

It was Baron Gevedas, who had arrived at the training ground unnoticed.

“Father… father…” Glontan was startled and hastily stood up, his panicked defense rushed, “I… I was only… I was only…”

“I apologize, Lord Baron, I was just instructing Glontan in swordsmanship, and perhaps we got a bit too absorbed, resulting in Glontan’s disrespectful behavior,” Russell stepped in to explain, “It was an accident.”

“Whether it was an accident or not, I saw it very clearly,” Baron Gevedas managed to suppress his anger but his tone was very cold, “My younger son is a fool, obviously he can’t appreciate your well-intentioned guidance.”

“Glontan is very smart…”

“Enough, Russell, I said enough!” Baron Gevedas rudely cut off Russell, “My son will have my instruction if needed. He does not require interference from outsiders, and the will of the Populus Gobi does not tolerate meddling!”

As if in response to Baron Gevedas’s words, the Bismuth Dragon perched on a distant tower let out a dull roar: “Ao!”

In an instant.

Russell felt it, the unwelcome of the land towards him, as well as the deep malice. Especially the gaze of the Bismuth Dragon, which was cold and fixed on Russell as if ready to pounce at any moment and tear him to shreds.

“Father…” Glontan wanted to say something.

But Baron Gevedas just said coldly, “Get back.”

Glontan stole a glance at Russell and then scurried back to the castle, not daring to show his face again.

On the training ground.

Only Russell and Baron Gevedas were left, facing each other.

He saw that Mrs. Joanna, Grungo, Roland, and Gwyn, among others, were already hurrying over to the training ground.

Suppressing his anger, Russell performed a cool, formal bow, “It’s nothing but a trivial matter, although I do not know why Lord Baron is this angry, but since Fort Poplar no longer welcomes me, it is time to take my leave.”

“As you wish!” Baron Gevedas snorted coldly.

Russell set down his fine steel longsword and turned to walk towards Fort Poplar, ready to pack up his clothes and leave this place.

Roland had just arrived, and even before he could ask, Baron Gevedas said coldly, “Roland, you’ve also stayed long enough. Go back, so your parents won’t worry about you anymore. Now, Grungo, see the guests off.”

“But, this…” Roland was confused.

However, with Baron Gevedas having issued the order to leave, Roland was not about to shamelessly stay; he would not abandon his self-respect.

He took a deep breath, glanced at Gwyn who followed behind Mrs. Joanna and whose eyes revealed a hint of worry, and gave her a reassuring look, then bowed to Baron Gevedas.

“If that is the case, Roland bids you farewell,” he said and turned to leave, following Russell into Fort Poplar.

Soon enough, a servant had helped pack their belongings.

Roland and Russell, the brothers, gave a polite nod to Mrs. Joanna and Gwyn, then without looking back, they left Fort Poplar.

Once they had stepped beyond the castle’s bounds.

Roland asked, “What’s all this about, Russell? How did we suddenly get kicked out?”

“Just now…” Russell gave a brief recount of his attempt to teach Glontan swordsmanship, which led to Glontan kneeling and pledging his service, and then sincerely said to Roland, “Sorry, big brother, for messing up your big event.”

“Hey, what am I worried about!” Roland shrugged it off and did not blame Russell, “The fault is not yours, it’s Gevedas who vented his anger on you. How could I, as your brother, blame you? Don’t let it weigh on your heart!”

After a pause, Roland deliberately laughed out loud, “To be honest, your instructing that little guy Glontan, really felt like vindication for me… Gevedas, what is there to be so proud about? Why does he look down on the two of us brothers? Ha, I’m set on this father-in-law!”

Then he proclaimed with a clenched fist, “My affection for Gwyn is mutual. One day, I will return here triumphantly and let Gevedas watch with his own eyes as I marry Gwyn!”

Russell nodded quietly.

At this moment, he felt a true bond of brotherhood with Roland, but he did not say much.

He only vowed in his heart, “Once I am a Dragon Rider, I will definitely help my big brother return in glory to marry Miss Gwyn!”