Legend of Dragon Son-in-law-Chapter 2204: Peanut

"Young lady, you are bluffing. In the presence of my Liuyedao technique, everything is an illusion!"

The old man was extremely confident, having practiced this technique for hundreds of years, reaching a stage of near perfection.

He had even personally improved it in some aspects.

It could be said that the old man had mastered this technique to perfection and memorized it thoroughly.

The essence, the tricks, he had mastered them all skillfully.

But suddenly!

Just at the moment when the blade was about to touch Merrill Caldwell’s finger.

The blade stopped.

The old man’s eyes widened, his pupils contracted slightly.

It was unbelievably shocking.

Immediately after!

Crunch!

The blade broke.

Shattered into pieces.

Scattering all over the ground.

The old man’s body continued with its inertia, and after the blade shattered, the original force sent him stumbling forward.

Merrill Caldwell did not dodge, her eyes weren’t even on him.

Whoosh!

A gust of wind emerged out of nowhere.

The old man’s clothes were torn apart in pieces and he stopped just ten centimeters away from Merrill Caldwell.

Boom!

Blood mist exploded from his body.

Blood seeped from the corners of his mouth.

"You..." The old man from the Cook Family stretched out his hand, pointing at Merrill Caldwell tremblingly, his body shook violently!

He fell straight back.

"My Caldwell Family, we revised this technique a hundred years ago already," Merrill Caldwell spoke expressionlessly "But what does it matter? It’s still inferior."

The scene fell dead silent.

Branigan Sinclair’s eyes reddened slightly, his hands subconsciously clenched into fists.

When did this young lady become so formidable?

When last they met, she was just a little girl who knew nothing.

Now this calmness and depth were something not supposed to be in someone so young.

"Anyone else?" Merrill Caldwell looked at Branigan Sinclair, her tone menacing.

In that split second, all eyes turned to Branigan Sinclair.

If he couldn’t handle it, then nobody could be saved.

The only choice would be to fight to the death.

"Oh? The Caldwell Family truly refuses to die, no matter what. But it’s okay, I was just about to want to learn,"

Branigan Sinclair waved his hand, and the martial artists beside him quickly dispersed.

He spoke, and all fifty-four members breathed a sigh of relief.

Only the Leopold Family and Cook Family felt aggrieved.

If Branigan Sinclair had acted earlier, their clan leader wouldn’t have died.

With the clan leader dead and no experts to support the family, it would become very easy to be swallowed up by other families in these unstable times.

Lose the deserving treatment.

But in any case, Branigan Sinclair stepping in was ultimately a good thing and what everyone was hoping for.

"Mr. Sinclair, are you planning to offend the dignity of my Caldwell Family?" Merrill Caldwell tilted her head slightly, a smile on her lips.

It was clearly the smile of a young girl, but to others, it always seemed a bit chilling.

"Just for instruction. I’ve always heard that the Caldwell Family is formidable, with a library full of classics. But I’ve never experienced it firsthand, which has been a regret," Branigan Sinclair prepared lime powder in his sleeve, while slowly drawing a longsword with the other hand.

He must go all out—for the consequence of underestimating the opponent is death.

The young lady was uncanny!

"The Sinclair family excels in the Autumn Bright Tennyson Method. I’ve seen it and practiced it. How about this, today I’ll use the Autumn Bright Tennyson Method to spar with you, how does that sound?" Merrill Caldwell’s face showed a hint of a smile, less coldness.

But the smile was full of contempt.

"Good!"

Branigan Sinclair struck quickly!

He couldn’t afford to care about much else, nor fear being accused of sneak attacks.

As long as he could kill Merrill Caldwell, he could dominate the Boulevard!

The Sword Qi burst with fierce intensity!

Merrill Caldwell sidestepped, the Sword Qi passing close by her face.

It exploded against the door of the Gills Alliance behind her.

Boom!

A loud explosion.

The door shattered instantly.

Taking advantage of this gap, Branigan Sinclair holding his longsword, quickly closed the distance with Merrill Caldwell!

As long as he got close enough, he was sure of a kill!

The Autumn Bright Tennyson Method was very strange; this swordsmanship didn’t go straight, it struck only on curves!

Making it impossible to defend against.

Merrill Caldwell’s feet did not move, her body leaned slightly back, the sword blade grazing past her hair once more.

But suddenly, Branigan Sinclair let a smile slip onto his face.

His sword blade aimed downward, not moving along the original trajectory, inexplicably slashing downwards!

Completely freed from inertia!

This was the brilliance of the Autumn Bright Tennyson Method.

It could change the body’s exerted force, making it impossible for the opponent to defend against.

The sword blade was like a thunderbolt.

Emitting a sharp sound piercing the air!

If it came down, Merrill Caldwell would surely be cut in two.

But Merrill Caldwell seemed to be prepared; she took a step forward, and her body floated away lightly.

Clang!

The sword blade cut into the floor beneath her feet, embedding half a meter deep!

"How can this be!"

Branigan Sinclair’s eyes widened, could the opponent really have guessed his moves?

Impossible!

The Sinclair family’s Autumn Bright Tennyson Method was unpredictable, every move ever-changing.

How could anyone foresee it?

"I studied the Autumn Bright Tennyson Method for three days and understood its core already," Merrill Caldwell noticed Branigan Sinclair’s surprise, speaking softly: "No matter how it changes, it remains true to the core, all your fancy tricks ultimately rely on primary swordsmanship. Every one of your changes is built on an existing foundation."

"Sword." She extended her hand, and a maid immediately brought her a sword.

"Watch carefully."

Shish!

Merrill Caldwell drew the sword!

The tip of the sword sank downward, then swiftly flicked up!

The autumn wind sweeping away the fallen leaves!

Swoosh!

The Sword Qi exploded open!

"This isn’t the Autumn Bright Tennyson Method!" Branigan Sinclair stood on high alert, both hands gripping the longsword, vigorously slashing forward!

To crush this Sword Qi was no difficult task for him.

But just as he swung his sword, the Sword Qi unexpectedly dispersed.

Then, an unimaginable scene unfolded.

This Sword Qi spun continuously, coming from all directions.

Impossible to defend against!

"Could this be... the true Autumn Bright Tennyson Method?"

Onlookers could not help but be amazed!

The sky was filled with Sword Qi, each traveling in a different direction.

Then, looking back at Branigan Sinclair, he was all show, having no comprehension of its essence.

"No!"

Branigan Sinclair retreated quickly, his hands causing the longsword to dance wildly!

Bang, Bang!

The sound like popping soybeans continued, but scars were clearly visible on Branigan Sinclair’s body.

His clothes were tattered.

His hair was scattered all over, in a pitiful state.

"I surrender!"

Thud!

Branigan Sinclair knelt on the ground, raising his sword above his head, trembling as he pleaded: "I know I was wrong! Spare my life!"

"Now? Might be a bit too late."

Merrill Caldwell walked towards him step by step.

"Then just die!"

Branigan Sinclair’s hideous face suddenly lifted, his hand quickly swung forward!

Taking advantage of the distraction of Merrill Caldwell’s attack, he stood up and thrust out a sword.

"Die for me!"

The sword blade glowed faintly!

It was the materialization of Sword Qi!

Branigan Sinclair put in all his effort, aiming to kill Merrill Caldwell!

"Miss, watch out!" The maids cried out in alarm.

"Haha! Too late!" Branigan Sinclair laughed wildly: "Within three meters, I am invincible..."

Bang!

A peanut shot through his head, piercing through the center of his forehead.

Branigan Sinclair knelt on the ground, his eyes wide open.

Dead. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝔀𝓮𝒃𝙣𝓸𝒗𝒆𝒍.𝙘𝒐𝒎

"If only there was a single peanut, you wouldn’t have been so drunk." Julius Reed raised the wine cup, taking a sip of wine.