Demon Hunter: I became a god in the demon hunting world

"I see."

Dick nodded secretly:

Unexpectedly, Fisher usually seems to be very smooth and likes to compliment others. Generally speaking, such people have average strength. I thought he only became the captain by flattering others, but I didn't expect that he is really strong.

Dick also secretly warned himself that in the future, he should not look at people superficially, but only after in-depth contact with them before drawing conclusions, otherwise he might suffer a big loss at some point.

His swordsmanship is only [Professional Level], but Fisher can stab three monsters to death in a row. Although with the help of his subordinates, his swordsmanship may have reached [Elite Level].

No wonder he is so highly regarded, his status in Odinburg is similar to that of a butler.

And why can he be so powerful in the battle to defend the city?

Because he is a demon hunter, he has twice the physique of an ordinary person.

This physique is twice that of an ordinary person, but the demon hunter has been trained to the limit of human beings and fully exerted the ability of this physique. Coupled with not too bad swordsmanship, the power is naturally greatly increased.

"By the way, Dick, why don't you come and teach me swordsmanship too."

Kebi suddenly thought of something: "By combining your swordsmanship with Fisher's, wouldn't I be even better?"

Dick smiled and said: "My swordsmanship is mainly used to deal with monsters. I always feel that it is completely inconsistent with the swordsmanship style Fisher mentioned."

"So, please forgive me for saying sorry."

"Is this so..." Kebi looked slightly disappointed.

On the other hand, Fisher spoke from a professional perspective: "What Dick said does make sense. Although some people say that Bo is the master of hundreds of schools of thought and has a comprehensive understanding, but Master Kebi,"

He continued with a serious face, "If you haven't mastered one swordsmanship thoroughly and rashly integrated the swordsmanship of other sects, you will become completely different. In this way, your swordsmanship strength will also decrease."

"I see." Kerby scratched his head, "Then Captain Fisher, you should continue to guide me."

"Okay, I will teach you all my family's sword skills."

"By the way, Dick, why don't you two compete?" Kebi suddenly suggested: "I really want to meet our strongest swordsman in Odinburg. Who is the better swordsman or you demon hunter?"

Evidently, he was inspired by a sudden whim.

Dick quickly waved his hand: "No, no, no, the sword has no eyes."

"You are using wooden swords, it doesn't matter."

Fisher saw this, figured out Kebi's thoughts, and nodded quickly.

"Yes, Dick, we can both control the intensity and not hurt each other's life. Just follow Kebi's wishes."

When the soldiers on the side saw this, they all started cheering: "Compare, compare."

Seeing this, Dick could only take the wooden sword from Kerby's hand, while Fisher also took a wooden sword from the weapons rack nearby.

"Then Demon Hunter, let's compete."

After saying that, the two looked at each other, then moved slowly, and slowly circled the field while maintaining a certain distance.

Dick was looking for holes in Fisher, and so was Fisher.

Dick took a few steps slowly and found that Fisher was holding the sword sideways in front of him, with his other hand behind his back, using his calves to move forward and back quickly.

After looking at it for a long time and not finding any flaws, Dick decided to go straight ahead.

He quickly moved forward a few steps and swung his sword horizontally.

Fisher, on the other hand, gracefully took a step back, leaning his body back at a 45-degree angle to the ground, easily dodging Dick's horizontal sword swing.

Taking advantage of the gap between Dick's strength, another sword stabbed straight at the Demon Hunter's shoulder blade.

Dick used his strong physical fitness to quickly sheath his sword and block the blow.

Then it swung out again, and this time Fisher ducked sideways in a slightly embarrassed manner.

Then he counterattacked with two stabs.

Dick used his long sword to block the two attacks again, then used his feet hard to spin out in the air and attack Fisher again.

This time, there was a clear look of panic on the latter's face. He held the sword with both hands to block Dick's attack, but he did not completely block the huge force.

Fisher took two steps back in embarrassment, but was unable to remove the huge force from Dick's sword. When he was about to fall, the witcher stretched out his hand and pulled him up. Only then did we avoid the consequences of Fisher's failure.

There was a burst of exclamation from around: "As expected of Master Dick."

A soldier shouted: "Yes, yes, even our strongest swordsman, Captain Fisher, was defeated. Captain Fisher, you want to treat us to a drink tonight to celebrate."

"You kid."

Fisher smiled bitterly and pointed at the soldier, but he didn't mean to blame him.

Then he looked around: "Let's all disperse. Go and deal with business. Go on patrol immediately."

"Yes, yes." The soldiers responded one after another.

When there were few people around, Kerby nodded repeatedly: "Dick, you are indeed strong, you can defeat Fisher."

"It's just a fluke." Dick shook his head, knowing full well that Fisher's swordsmanship was actually stronger than his just now.

According to the prompts on the panel, it is true that his swordsmanship has reached the elite value, but he is twice as strong as a normal person, and it was only through a miracle that he defeated Fisher.

"Dick, there is no need to be modest. If you lose, you will lose." At the end of the sentence, Fisher's face showed a proud look, "There is a person in my family whose sword skills should be stronger than yours."

Dick had just defeated Fisher and naturally didn't want to embarrass him, so he followed the latter's words and asked, "Oh, what's his name?"

Fisher was waiting for Dick to say this. "His name is Tatum, and my hometown is in the Baccus Empire. I am 38 years old this year, and Tatum is 15 years younger than me. He has a talent for swordsmanship since he was a child.

"Whenever you two have a chance, you can have a competition."

"As for me, I won't get involved in these things. I really want to know if our swordsmanship can match that of a demon hunter?"

"Okay, let's have a competition when we have a chance."

Then Dick looked at Coby again. "Coby, how is my house being repaired?"

"And has my silver sword been repaired?"

"If you hadn't told me, I would have forgotten about it." Coby slapped his head, "The master blacksmith went back drunk last night, and then he started working overnight. This morning, he has remixed and repaired your silver sword with silver powder. It's on the weapon rack next to it, didn't you see it? "

Dick was surprised and walked over. He indeed found a scabbard with a lynx pattern. He pulled out the sword, which was shining silver. It was the lynx silver sword he had used before.

"I know you demon hunters have two swords. As for the steel sword, use the one next to the weapon rack. That is our standard long sword, and we can only make do with it now." Coby added.

"Thank you. What about my armor?"

"Dick, your armor is seriously damaged, so you can only... come here,"