Chapter Thirty: The Sword Is Not Important

  "Just because I'm the seller." Mide smiled faintly.

  The original leader, who was supposed to be in charge of coordinating, had already stood aside, as if Midei were the master of the merchant group. The extraordinary long sword "Heart-Splitting Blade" was now in Midei's hand, spinning around with the black-haired youth's skilled technique, like a windmill, dazzling onlookers.

  "As for the seller, after we've negotiated, it's only natural that we'll decide who will make the purchase..." Beryl said coldly.

  "What is meant by a seller, is not just about buying and selling goods, but more importantly, it's about entrusting the right thing to the right person." Midei waved his hand directly, looked at the young elf, and then spoke fluently, "I think this Mr. Dillin, although he's only level 19, hasn't changed jobs yet, however, his quality and potential are extremely good, whether it's from a level perspective, or the timing of his job change, or even his personal abilities, all make him the best fit for this 'Heartsplit' sword, so I've decided to sell the weapon to him."

  Dilin was moved beyond words - as an ordinary patrol team member, when had he ever received such encouragement and praise? Moreover, the other party was a human who was neither kin nor acquaintance to him, yet they were so biased towards himself, who was in a weaker position, that he didn't doubt Miti's words at all.

  "What are you talking about?" Beryl burst out laughing. "Dillin has potential? Are you blind or just joking?"

  "This is a fact, and I guarantee it with my eyes as the top great swordsman." Mide's voice was not loud, but it clearly entered the ears of every person present. In comparison, Beryl's laughter seemed somewhat forced.

  "What about you? You're just a 20-level human swordsman." The captain of the Whirlwind Squad's anger had been completely provoked.

  "Or shall we try a little sparring?" Midy asked with a smile.

  A 26-level Elf Swordsman who also used a long sword immediately walked out of the Whirlwind Squad, ready to respond to the battle, but in the next moment, Midi made a stopping gesture to him.

  "Let's just you and me, shall we? How about it?" Middy's gaze was fixed on Beryl, calm to the point of making the elf feel a chill. "Don't tell me that a 28-level archer is afraid to take on a 20-level swordsman."

  Level 20, close combat swordsman, human. Each of these words was a provocation to Beryl, who was a wandering archer.

  "Fine, very fine!" Beryl said with a furious smile. "Human, let me give you a good lesson. You'll end up with lifelong disabilities later on, don't have any resentment. But even if you do resent it, there won't be any consequences for you anyway?"

  Mi Di raised an eyebrow, his tone very calm: "You really have a lot of nonsense, come on."

  No unnecessary words, no special venue was needed. Just a little walk outside the village and anywhere could be used as a battlefield. Standing on an open space, the two were thirty meters apart, with countless spirits watching from afar, this temporary showdown was ready to begin.

  Midi glanced at the crowd and soon saw that Dillin, a regular patrol member, was indeed among them. If that elf wasn't there, this fight would have been meaningless, but fortunately, the opponent had apparently been stirred up by his previous words, with eyes that were extremely excited.

  "The battle has begun, where are you still looking!" The captain of the Whirlwind Squad roared with anger, instantly drawing an arrow, opening his bow, full draw, nocking the arrow, and shooting!

  All I heard was a "whoosh" sound, a flash of light flashed by, it was the skill of the wandering gunman, a headshot in one hit.

  The arrow rotated at an extremely fast speed, shooting towards Midei, aiming for his shoulder. At the moment of release, many of the surrounding elves had already recognized the shooting technique and a burst of exclamations rang out.

  But the next instant, a light "ding" sound was heard, and Mi Di suddenly raised his long sword, lightly blocking it on his right shoulder, shaking the sword body, and directly slapped down the arrow like swatting a mosquito.

  "What!" Beryl's smile froze. Directly intercepting with a sword was a technique that only battle-hardened, experienced warriors could accomplish. He hadn't expected Middy to be able to do it too.

  Isn't this guy only level 20?

  The elf's expression turned serious in an instant, and he didn't dare to be careless in front of so many of his kin. He immediately put away the complacency he had shown earlier, raised the longbow in his hand, and with a series of swift and smooth movements, he drew arrow after arrow, shooting them at Midy from different directions, like a sudden rainstorm.

  The skill of the wandering archer, scattering shot. Originally this was a gunner's wide-range skill, but for an elf skilled in using bows, it is possible to control the trajectory of each arrow, so that these arrows with different shooting times arrive at the same terminal point simultaneously, forming a dense encirclement.

  For close combat professions, this strike from the elf is undoubtedly fatal.

  The sound of arrows whizzing filled the air, and before his eyes was a downpour of arrows covering the sky. Mide still looked calm and collected. For someone who had been reborn, this kind of formation was really too small, and it couldn't stir up even a ripple in his heart. The desperate situations he had experienced in his previous life had already honed his temperament to be cold and unfeeling.

  In the midst of the sudden attack, he dodged nimbly, his entire body gliding smoothly, not fast but with a rhythmic movement.

  The long sword in his hand occasionally pointed out, and every time it was drawn, an arrow feather that flew towards him would be lifted.

  In this way, one person and one sword, as if dancing in an unheard beautiful melody, easily resolved the disorderly shooting attack of the leader of the Whirlwind Squad with all his might. When the last arrow was avoided, Midei was still unscathed, only on the ground where he had just stood, there were arrow feathers that had penetrated into the mud or been pierced and broken.

  The ground was littered with debris, just like Beryl's mood. The surrounding elves watching the battle were even more stunned.

  They weren't unfamiliar with the sight of people withstanding a hail of arrows head-on, but those were either heavily armored knights in human armies who relied on shields and armor to take the hits, or powerful elemental mages who used area attacks to directly eliminate the arrow storm in mid-air.

  However, things like Miti that flash by in a leisurely stroll have never been seen before.

  "It's my turn now." Mide said, and before he finished speaking, he had already rushed up like a gust of wind.

  Beryl immediately readied himself to continue the attack, however, just as he was about to release the bowstring, he was shocked to discover that Middy could see through his intentions! Just as the bow was pointing at him, the black-haired youth had already simply and skillfully dodged out of the way of the shot. This meant that even if Beryl did shoot, it would be in vain, but not shooting wouldn't stop Middy's advance either.

  Shoot or not shoot?

  This tangled thought was still wandering in Beryl's mind, but Middy had already arrived.

  The black-haired youth held a snow-bright long sword, carrying an aura that sent shivers down one's spine, like a fierce tiger rushing down from the snowy mountain peak, baring its sharp claws and blowing a terrifying icy wind, ready to pounce on its prey.

  Beryl's heart was shaken, and he finally gave up shooting and started to retreat. The elf darted through the dense forest he was familiar with, using the elasticity of the branches to jump onto the treetops, using the dense leaves to cover his tracks, and shooting out arrow after arrow from the gaps in the green leaves.

  However, even if Beryl used her life to use the high-level skill of Air Raid, she still couldn't defeat Middy.

  No arrow could hit him, most of the time, the elves' proud accuracy was ineffective, and a small part of the time, Midee would not choose to dodge in order to save time, but instead use his long sword to deflect the elf's arrows.

  As simple as brushing aside leaves.

  The attack didn't have the effect of disrupting, and soon Midei once again closed the distance between him and the spirit. This time, however, Beryl, who had been jumping around in the woods for half a day, was already somewhat exhausted.

  This is also a congenital disease of elves, poor physical strength.

  "Where else can you hide?" Mide shouted loudly, increasing the psychological pressure on his opponent, while advancing with his sword, accelerating again, that figure itself was like an arrow off the string, blinking and rushing to Beryl's face.

  Beryl couldn't help but feel a turmoil in his heart, only when facing Middy did he realize the other's strength.

  Although the opponent has so far used 20-level speed and strength, how many battles must this skill, this experience, and this realm have gone through to reach?

  "But it's just a mere human swordsman, how is this possible!" Beryl felt wave after wave of powerlessness and defeat in front of Middy's onslaught, his mind was shaken.

  But that's only natural, one was just a flower in the peaceful forest controlled by the Fog Witch, who had only shot and killed beasts and monsters, while the other was a ghost swordsman who had been reborn with a strong conviction after experiencing countless life-and-death battles.

  The difference between the two is like heaven and earth.

  The next moment, Mi Di was already beside Beryl. Before this wandering archer could even react with a counterattack skill like Tread Shot, he had already flown forward, turned his long sword upside down, and the hard hilt of the sword directly smashed into Beryl's proud nose bridge, instantly smashing it, causing blood to gush out, bringing two streams of blood.

  Beryl only felt a blackness in front of his eyes, and then he felt a dizziness, it turned out that Middy kicked again, directly kicking Beryl flying.

  The proud captain of the Whirlwind Squad flew out horizontally in mid-air like a kite with a broken string, then rolled to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust. He was dizzy and seeing stars, his delicate scale armor was covered in mud, his handsome face twitched with muscle spasms, his body felt like it had come apart at the seams, every part of him hurt so much that he could only gasp for cold air!

  "This sword, I'll sell it to you." The outcome was already decided, and Mide didn't even give Beryl another glance before walking towards the crowd, towards a thrilled Dillin, and handing him the cracked Heartsplitter.

  Dilin gazed at the long sword he had just obtained, feeling the chill of the metal and the weight of the blade, unable to utter a single word.

  The concentrated gaze from onlookers and various whispers made him feel a lot of pressure.

  And from afar, Beryl's and the Whirlwind Squad's angry gazes made him tense up all over.

  But Dillin was neither flustered nor fearful now. What he was thinking about in his mind was the overwhelming attack of Middy just now.

  This is what a truly powerful swordsman looks like! Dillin became more and more excited as he thought about it, suddenly feeling that the top-grade longsword in his hand, which he had been dreaming of day and night, was nothing special after all.

  "This is indeed a good sword, don't waste it. But as I see it, the sword itself isn't important, what's important is how to make the hand that holds the sword stronger." Miti patted his shoulder and left, leaving behind a mysterious and powerful back in the eyes of the elves.