Chapter 9
The first round of the powerful Quen Shield competition ended with Wayne's victory. Vesemir's face did not show an expression of joy, but sighed.
He looked at the two members of the Wolf School next to him who looked frustrated because of losing money, and said:
"Geralt, Eskel, who of you will compete with Wayne next?"
After losing the money, he finally saved it. Fifty orens, Eskel felt a little distressed. He turned to Geralt and said,
"I'll go for the second round, but do you want to make another bet, who can win this time between me and Wayne?"
Thinking of the two hundred and fifty orens he lost to Vesemir, Geralt gritted his teeth and said,
"It must have been Lambert who underestimated his opponent just now. Although the little guy's sword speed is very fast, if it were you, it should be I can handle it."
"Let's continue betting. We'll bet Wayne to win, and we'll pay one to one. We'll bet you to win, and we'll pay two to one." "
Eskell, how much do you want to bet?"
The scar-faced witcher thought for a moment, and started from his own perspective. He took out a ruby pendant from his underwear pocket, then handed it to Geralt and said,
"This is a ruby necklace I found in a ruins. It should be worth two hundred oren." " I
'll win on my own."
Lot whistled.
"Good stuff, it seems that your harvest last year was pretty good."
He reached for the necklace, swung it around in his hand, and then turned to ask Vesemir,
"How is it, old man, do you still want to bet?"
Vesemir crossed his arms, turned his head, glanced at Geralt, snorted and said,
"Put all the three hundred orens I just won on Wayne." "
But, if I win later, You don't need to give me six hundred orens, and I guess you don't have that much money on you." "
This winter, I plan to teach him how to boil witcher potions."
"When the time comes, it's up to you to take him into the forest and teach him how to collect herbs and monster body tissues."
Geralt breathed a sigh of relief when he heard that he didn't have to pay his gambling debt. He nodded towards the old witcher. , said:
"No problem, old man, even if you lose, I will be responsible for this matter."
After Wayne rested for about ten minutes, Eskel ignored Lambert who had been complaining beside him and took the Holding a steel sword for training, he stood opposite Wayne.
Due to a battle in his early years that left horrific scars on the man's face, and because witchers were discriminated against by many unscrupulous people, Eskel seemed even more silent compared to other witchers.
He picked up the steel sword, assumed a defensive posture of wolf school swordsmanship, and said to Wayne in a deep voice:
"Let's get started, little guy."
"I will use all my strength to deal with you."
However, standing opposite him Wayne did not immediately assume a combat posture, but made a pause gesture to him, turned to Vesemir and shouted:
"Teacher, I hope that the power of the seal can be used in the next two matches. "
The seal is also part of the strength of our witchers."
Vesemir did not agree immediately, but turned to look at Eskel. After the scar-faced witcher nodded, he said to Wayne: "
Okay, kid." , you can use the power of the seal."
"But we are all companions, you have to be careful."
Wayne nodded respectfully to his teacher, then turned to look at Eskel, and the silent demon hunter senior They looked at each other.
He stretched out his left hand, twisted his fingers, and made the spell-casting gesture of Quen's seal. A few seconds later, with the blessing of his eighth-level seal skill, a mesh shield composed of mana covered his body. Although this shield does not look much different from an ordinary Kun shield, only Wayne himself knows that under the influence of his special professional specialty, powerful spellcasting, this Kun shield has been consumed Almost half of the chaos magic power in his body is several times stronger than the ordinary Kun shield, enough to withstand several powerful slashes.
Eskar on the opposite side didn't know this. After adding a layer of Quen shield to himself, he resumed the defensive posture of the wolf school's swordsmanship.
The second competition officially began. This time, Wayne did not rely on his high speed to attack. In the past battle training, he had already figured out the information about Eskel. He was probably a swordsman from the Wolf School. The most conservative one.
Unlike the fiery Lambert and the talented Geralt, Eskel is very calm in both personality and fighting style. He will not be beaten by his speed like Lambert in the last competition. Caught off guard.
So in this competition, Wayne decided to use a strong attack.
He held the steel sword tightly with both hands and took steady steps, approaching Eskel in a defensive posture step by step.
After both sides entered the opponent's attack range, Wayne decisively took the lead in swinging the steel sword, adopting the most suitable downward chopping posture, and slashed towards Eskel with all his strength.
Keng! The two swords collided, sparks flying.
Eskel's hand holding the sword was slightly numb from the chopping, and he retreated, a trace of surprise flashing in his eyes.
Wayne's chopping power was much greater than he thought. It wasn't that strength was a weakness, as he said.
However, this level of strength was still within the acceptance range of Eskel. He relied on his powerful unloading skills to fight Wayne for two moves, and then took the opportunity to knock away Wayne's steel sword and let his defense A vulnerability has occurred.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, Eskel spun around and kicked Wayne's Quinn shield hard.
However, unlike Eskel's expectation of breaking through Quen's shield, he kicked the shield hard without causing any damage. A faintly visible shield firmly resisted his attack this time. The attack did not even cause any obstruction to Wayne's attack posture.
Eskel's eyes narrowed, and without thinking, he rolled on the spot and rolled to the other side of Wayne. He dodged several swift blows, and the Quen shield on his body was also damaged during the roll. shatter.
However, before Eskel could stand firm, Wayne made a casting gesture with one hand, and the powerful Quen shield condensed on his body immediately expanded rapidly, and then exploded instantly.
It directly blew Eskel away, who had not yet stood firm, and hit a wooden dummy hard.
Eskel was unprepared for this sudden attack. The powerful explosive force made it impossible for him to adjust his posture. When he suppressed the pain in his body and tried to stand up, Wayne's sword blade had stopped. before hitting his throat.
The two looked at each other, Wayne smiled and put away the steel sword, and he reached out to pull up Eskel.
The scar-faced witcher rubbed his chest and said with some emotion:
"What's going on with this move?"
"Your Quen shield seems to be much harder than ours? Can it also explode?"
Wayne turned around He glanced at Vesemir and Geralt, scratched his head, and then said:
"I seem to have a talent for seals, and I can strengthen my various seals by using more chaos magic."
Eskel Hearing this, he looked at Wayne's handsome face, which was not much different from that of an ordinary boy except for his amber cat eyes. He sighed and said with some envy: "It seems that you are the same as
Geralt. A talented person."
"I lost, Wayne, your strength is no less than that of most demon hunters."
Expert level mission: [Departure] has been completed 2/3.
(End of chapter)