Chapter 8 Lambert’s Surprise
The next day was a nice sunny day, and it was also a good day for competition.
Last night, Wayne made bold promises to challenge Geralt, Lambert and Eskel, three brothers from the Wolf School, to prove that he already has the strength to fight.
The witcher mentor Vesemir also agreed to his request.
After breakfast, Lambert was already impatiently urging everyone to go to the training ground and prepare to start the competition.
He is an impatient person, and now he is thinking about giving his young descendant a good lesson, so that this ignorant demon hunter apprentice can give up his illusions and stay in Kaer Morhen to hone his skills. Instead of rushing down the mountain to die in some unknown monster's lair.
In the training ground, Wayne and Lambert were standing opposite each other. Vesemir, Geralt and Eskel were all standing on the outside of the training ground with great interest.
Geralt, who has a somewhat sultry personality, even made a bet with Vesemir and Eskel on which of the two would win.
"Bet on Vivien, pay three to one."
"Bet on Lambert, pay two to one."
"How about it? Do you want to place a bet, at least fifty orens."
Eskel heard the minimum bet. He couldn't help grinning and said in a low voice:
"It seems that you have made a lot of money this year, Geralt? He is handsome and popular." "
However, I also have a little money left, fifty orens, I Bet Lambert, he has been a witcher for more than sixty years, he shouldn't lose to a child."
Geralt showed a smile, then looked at Vesemir, and asked with interest:
"How is it? , old man?"
"Do you want to take a gamble?"
The old demon hunter snorted softly. As the person who has been with Wayne for the longest time, he knew very well that although this young half-elf is still very immature, he can do things well. He is generally very measured and rarely does anything he is not sure about.
Just like all the training tasks he had assigned in the past, even if they were difficult, Wayne would try his best to complete them with quality and quantity, as if he would receive some important reward for completing his verbal tasks, full of action and determination.
This is one of the reasons why Vesemir attaches so much importance to this witcher apprentice.
"I bet that Wayne will win."
He took out a money bag and threw it into Geralt's hand, and analyzed it carefully:
"I know Wayne's talent very well. He rarely does things that he is not sure of. I bet that he will win. ."
Geralt opened the purse and saw that there was one hundred orens in it. Thinking of the odds of three to one, he suddenly felt something bad.
Although Bai Lang is considered a relatively cool-looking demon hunter, as a veteran who likes to eat, drink, whore and gamble, his expenses are much higher than that of ordinary demon hunters.
Thinking of his wallet, he quickly turned his attention to the training ground, praying in his heart that his good brother would be stronger and not capsize in the gutter. .
At this time, the battle between Wayne and Lambert also began.
Lambert, who had short hair and a sarcastic smile on his face, did a few sword dances with an unopened steel sword. He assumed an offensive posture of the Wolf School swordsmanship and said to Wayne: "
Hey ! Boy Wayne, it’s too late to admit defeat now, but I really won’t be merciful.”
Wayne took a gentle breath, held the steel sword in the same offensive posture of the Wolf School, showed a serious smile, and said:
"Senior Lambert, I'm about to start attacking. Let me remind you, I'm very fast."
After saying this, Wayne exerted all his strength, and his body turned into a thunderbolt, rushing forward in the blink of an eye. In front of Lambert.
The steel sword in his hand danced very fast and turned into three invisible afterimages, directly stabbing Lambert's throat, chest and wrist.
Lambert, Vesemir and others who were watching were immediately shocked, because Wayne's speed at this time far exceeded his usual training performance.
Although demon hunters are known as superhumans, their physical fitness does not reach the level of monsters. At most, it is two or three times that of ordinary people.
Keng! Keng! Keng! Steel swords collided. Facing the rapidly stabbing sword, Lambert remained calm in the face of danger, and his decades of combat experience were not incompetent. He waved the steel sword and accurately blocked three of Wayne's stabs.
However, before he could make any counterattack, more attacks enveloped his body, and Wayne's swordsmanship was like a storm, precise, swift, and continuous.
For a moment, the sound of the two men's steel swords clashing together became one, jingling, clanking, without stopping at all.
"Lambert was actually suppressed by Wayne."
Outside the court, Eskel was a little stunned. He turned to Geralt and asked:
"What's going on? Why is the little guy so fast?"
"This sword swing The speed is far faster than when we became apprentices of the witcher."
Geralt also looked solemn and did not answer. He already felt that the Oren coins in his pocket were leaving him.
Sure enough, the storm-like confrontation lasted for about two minutes. Lambert was suppressed throughout the entire process. Faced with Wayne's attacks aimed at his vital points, beads of sweat even appeared on his forehead.
You know, defense consumes far more energy than offense. Wayne's sword speed at this time is almost the fastest Lambert has encountered in recent years, and it is continuous. Just after blocking this sword, another sword has already been struck. Stab towards other vital points.
This made him dare not be distracted in any way, so he could only resist with all his strength.
However, long-term defense will fail. When Wayne saw that Lambert's physical strength had declined, he immediately spotted an opening, made a feint, and used force on his feet to rush into Lambert's arms and forcefully use it. The pauldron on his shoulder withstood a blow.
When Lambert wanted to restrain his strength so as not to hurt Wayne's shoulder, an unopened steel sword was firmly pressed against his throat.
When Lambert saw this, he smiled bitterly, put down the steel sword in his hand, and muttered:
"Damn it, boy Wayne, you swing your sword too fast, even abnormally fast." "
Just like those cat school witchers recorded in books, their swordsmanship is very suitable for dealing with humanoid creatures."
"Is your mutation special?"
Wayne smiled slightly. Indeed, although every Wolf School demon hunter is a master of swordsmanship, their swordsmanship is ultimately designed to deal with monsters.
Unlike those knights or swordsmen, they were created specifically for war and fighting, so they were caught off guard when facing Wayne's rapid attack.
Now, Wayne's swordsmanship level has reached level five. The effect is to increase the power of swordsmanship by 25%. This is not an ordinary improvement, but an all-round enhancement of a quarter of his original swordsmanship level.
Coupled with his professional specialty, cat's agility, which increases his attack speed by 25%, it is no wonder that all the demon hunters present were shocked by his attack speed.
Wayne turned his head to look at the other members of the Wolf School, thought for a while, and explained:
"I'm not too sure. It should be the elf blood in my body that plays a role." "
It makes my reaction speed faster and faster. , but the growth in strength is lacking."
"I plan to practice archery in the future. I have a hunch that I should also be very talented in archery."
Lambert was stunned when he heard this. Over the years, Hunting Demons have used bombs, crossbows, traps, and often poison, but few use bows and arrows.
This thing requires more skills and maintenance of weapons, and it is not very convenient to carry.
However, he didn't think so much. Instead, he sighed, turned to Vesemir and said,
"Old man, I lost."
"Wayne's swordsmanship has been recognized by me."
Expert level mission: [Departure] 】1/3 completed.
(End of chapter)