My Divine Pet Enables Me To Become The Biggest Winner-Chapter 71 - Seventy Sword Testing Third Update _1

71: Chapter Seventy: Sword Testing (Third Update) _1

71: Chapter Seventy: Sword Testing (Third Update) _1

Little Loach slowly approached, again full from eating, saying that since Elder Brother wanted to try out the Flying Sword, it could only provide support.

Then it appeared somewhat smug: If Elder Brother can’t handle it, I’ll use the Sword Pill to help you.

Owen Bertram glared: What do you mean?

Is your Sword Pill much better than my Flying Sword?

At home, Elder Brother gets all the good things first, followed by you and your younger sister.

Is this how you repay me?

Hiding the best things for yourself and giving the second-rate stuff to me, your Elder Brother?

Elder Brother gave you two Tire-3 Magical Artifacts.

Admit it.

Haven’t you swallowed all the advantages?

Little Loach was a bit stunned.

Elder Brother was so smart and reacted so fast!

But even if the truth was like this, I would never admit it.

Owen Bertram was just habitually scolding Little Loach and not seriously holding it against him.

He submerged himself in the water, his eyes scanning for a target to try out his sword.

Like a fish, the Flying Sword swiftly and agilely moved through the water, drawing beautiful arcs.

Accelerating using the power of the water currents.

Owen Bertram manipulated the Flying Sword and found it enjoyable: This was the right way to use a Flying Sword.

All the swordsmen he had seen previously, including the so-called Young Master of Sword Mountain, were not on the right path.

The river water, under the drive of the Flying Sword, surged into whirlpools, continuously accumulating and eventually turning into roaring waves!

Boom, boom, boom…

Giant waves tens of feet high rose one after another, and the sound of continuous roars echoed over the river.

Some of the more sensitive creatures, although not knowing what had happened, sneakily avoided the area in a very cunning manner.

Owen Bertram had not practiced any sword techniques, but during the process of possessing Little Loach, he felt that Little Loach’s swimming posture was the most correct way to use a Flying Sword!

Before obtaining the Flying Sword, Owen Bertram could only simulate it in his heart.

Now with the Flying Sword in hand, he could finally practice with satisfaction and focus his whole attention.

A group of strange fish drifted downstream, numbering thousands.

On the giant heads of each fish, there grew four-coral-shaped Bone Blades on their lips.

When hunting, they would all charge together and slash their adversary’s body with their Bone Blades.

Or they would deliberately allow themselves to be swallowed by a huge creature, then stir violently inside, slice open the creature’s stomach, and crawl out.

Owen Bertram willed it, and the Flying Sword moved like lightning in the water, flashing past the large school of fish.

The strange fish were bewildered, feeling as if something had happened, but also as if nothing had happened.

However, they felt something was missing from their bodies, so they panicked and turned around to flee, not daring to go forward anymore.

A large number of Bone Blades fell into the water – each strange fish now had only three Bone Blades left.

In just a moment, Owen Bertram had accurately and swiftly hacked off one Bone Blade from each strange fish.

Speed, accuracy, strength – all the so-called sword paths might be described as profound, but the essence is nothing more than these three elements.

Owen Bertram felt satisfied and prepared to put away his sword and return.

The sword is a weapon that develops technique to the extreme.

Owen Bertram had already confirmed his skills in the sword path, which were already sufficient for him, so he would not deliberately pursue the destructive power of the Flying Sword itself or what kind of things it could shatter.

Little Loach was also nodding and wagging, showing off its merits to Elder Brother – look at this treasure I gave you, how useful and suitable it is for you, making you skillful at wielding it.

Elder Brother decisively stopped it from going any further, as it might have said something like “Elder Brother, you were born to wield a sword!”

Just as Owen Bertram was about to put away the Flying Sword, he suddenly sensed a huge undercurrent surging towards him.

From the depths of the dark river, a bizarrely shaped giant head emerged violently!

This creature was incredibly massive, with a powerful presence as it aggressively attacked Owen Bertram.

It seemed to be attracted by the power of the Flying Sword and felt that its status in this part of the river was under threat!Little Loach had the Sword Pill in his mouth, ready to strike at the creature at any moment.

With a single thought from Owen Bertram, the tiny Flying Sword rapidly expanded, instantly becoming the size of a ten-feet tall object.

Resembling a small mountain falling into the water, it carried an immense weight as it crashed towards the strange head.

The Flying Sword collided heavily with the head, causing the river water to explode like a bomb, raising terrifying waves.

The Flying Sword lifted upward, and the giant head sank downward.

However, conspicuous fissures appeared on the head.

Owen Bertram was surprised, thinking to himself: What a cunning and ferocious creature!

Following that attack, Owen Bertram saw that the strangely shaped head was actually an unknown creature that had wrapped an iron ship’s bow around itself.

It took advantage of the iron ship’s thickness and hardness to clash with the Flying Sword.

The blow had only broken the outer shell of the iron ship.

However, the heavy impact had left the creature dazed and unable to launch a second attack for a while.

Owen Bertram’s mind followed the movements, shrinking the ten-feet Flying Sword to its original size.

Then, it dived down at high speed, drilling into the cracked gap in the iron ship, and then penetrating the creature’s body.

A moment later, it drilled out from the other side with a swoosh.

Blood immediately surged in the river water, staining the vicinity red.

The creature rolled in pain, writhing as it crawled out from the iron ship.

It was an incredibly plump, giant fish that resembled a whale, reaching thirty feet in length.

It was a size larger than the whales Owen Bertram had seen in his previous life!

It had no “peculiarities” but gave the impression of being immensely powerful, capable of solving all problems through sheer brute force alone!

Apart from the iron ship, its body was also covered in large, external bones that were probably just as strong as the outer shell of an iron ship.

However, such robust external bones now had a penetrating wound.

Compared to its giant body, the wound was minuscule, yet it caused horrifying harm.

“Tire-2 Demon Beasts!”

The Flying Sword made a huge circle in the river water before returning from a distance.

Reaching its peak speed, it effortlessly penetrated the giant fish’s body once again without resistance.

The painful writhing of the giant fish intensified after two consecutive heavy blows, as it lost its strength to fight back.

The Flying Sword went back and forth, leaving more and more penetrating wounds on the fish’s body.

At first, it struggled frantically, stirring up enormous waves.

As it progressed, its movements became smaller and smaller until it finally stopped completely.

Owen Bertram extended his hand, and the Flying Sword returned to his body, continuing to circulate spiritual energy with the Golden Sword Artefact to mutually nourish each other.

He was very satisfied with the power of the Flying Sword: A Tier-2 Demon Beast capable of stacking armor had been easily dealt with.

“Brother, let’s take the spoils and go home.” In good spirits, Owen Bertram’s attitude towards Little Loach became amiable.

Little Loach gripped the enormous fish in his mouth, then extended and lengthened his two whiskers to wrap around the shell of the iron ship.

He exerted his full strength to swim but moved very slowly.

Owen Bertram found the situation amusing, thinking: You’re really taking everything back home, even that broken ship?

Little Loach protested, saying he didn’t know the real value!

The fish’s blood attracted a group of ferocious creatures, resembling a pack of hyenas, circling around but not leaving.

Little Loach was furious.

He spat out the Sword Pill and killed the largest ones, which led the rest to scatter.

Little Loach said proudly, “A bunch of not-even Tier-1 fellows trying to get a share, dreaming in broad daylight.”

Owen Bertram saw that Little Loach was struggling, so he helped push from behind.

The elder and younger brother’s speed increased as they traveled down the river, heading back to their village.