Demon Hunter: School of the Wolf

When you first learn the Quen Seal, your shield may be weak because you are not familiar with the Seal.

But now with Vesemir's power, even if Aelin stood still and let him chop, he would have to hit at least four or five swords before the shield could be broken.

certainly.

Aelin also needs two or three attacks to break Vesemir's Quen shield.

After all, the seal itself is to defend against the strange power of the giant beast. If the demon hunter can break it with far less power than the giant beast, then what's the point?

Therefore, even if a real sword duel is used, the demon hunter can ensure his own safety.

"Is it to test my control of power?"

If you don’t understand, just ask.

"Why not just use the real sword?" Aylin asked curiously.

Vesemir was stunned for a moment, then rolled his eyes angrily:

"You use the divine sword Balmer, and I use an ordinary steel sword?"

"How can we compete like this??"

The witcher was silent for a few seconds.

That's right.

I almost forgot that Vesemir only changed to a silver sword, and the steel sword was just an ordinary thing.

As for the steel sword that Aylin replaced with Balmer, it was recycled by the Kuhn family's merchant ship at a discount of 200 oren.

But really speaking, Aylin has never tried Balmer until now...

"Don't worry, I noticed it when I first came here..." Vesemir waved his wooden stick and made a "whooshing" sound through the air. "Behind the library, this large area is full of red pines, and they are all It’s an old red pine.”

"This is one of the hardest trees in the northern continent."

"So don't worry and use your full strength. These two wooden sticks won't be broken that easily."

"Of course..." Vesemir curled his thumb and index finger slightly and drew a triangle in front of him. A pale golden light suddenly flashed past. "No matter what battle, you must release it first..."

"Quen's Seal..."

Aylin answered skillfully, then retracted the right hand that released the seal and held the long stick.

His body also flashed a golden light that was brighter than Vesemir's.

Seeing that the witcher did not reach for the reagent bag, Vesemir asked curiously: "Don't you want to try your new potion?"

"There's no rush..." Aylin twisted his right wrist and held a sword flower, "Try my sword first."

Then with a thought, he gave the master demon hunter an appraisal.

[Name: Vesemir]

[Attributes: Strength 53, Agility 57, Constitution 69, Perception 70, Mystery 42]

Then open the character panel again.

[Name: Aylin]

[Attributes: Strength 51, Agility 42, Constitution 58, Perception 47, Mystery 59]

Of course, it is impossible to use [Demon Hunting] in a sword duel with Vesemir.

But the difference in this attribute...

Maybe you can win!

Aelin thought, but he had to use some skills.

Let's try the sword first... Vesemir smacked his lips when he heard Aylin's words.

He accurately received the implicit... no... almost explicit arrogance in this sentence.

My apprentice feels that he can defeat me in less than half a year since he came down from the mountain...

The master demon hunter narrowed his dark golden cat eyes and stared at Aylin, just like the alpha wolf of the pack staring at the daring challenger.

Although in terms of hunting monsters, Vesemir had to admit that he was indeed inferior to Aylin in some aspects.

but……

but!

He is not a monster, not one of those idiots who can only roar and attack based on instinct.

In the more than a hundred years since he passed through mountain training, he has experienced more battles in his life than Aylin has eaten.

The blood of the monsters and robbers who died under his sword was enough to flood the entire Ancient Sea Fortress.

Corpses can pile up into mountains.

What gave Ailin the courage to think that he could defeat him without using some weird potions...

No……

Even if I use it, I will definitely win in the end!

It must be!

"Then try it!"

The four short words were full of murderous intent, and Aylin's keen perception made his hair stand up instinctively, and he put away the panel.

His eyes were fixed on the master demon hunter with a fierce look in his eyes.

His fingers relaxed and he breathed out quietly.

The overlap of gazes seemed to spark sparks.

Just at this moment.

The wind stopped.

Several dark green pine needles fell from the blue sky and fell into the sight of the two demon hunters.

"Bang!"

The air between the two people was suddenly compressed into a violent wind, blowing the pine needles into the sky again at several times the speed.

After the clear impact, there were three consecutive blows.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Aelin and Vesemir are like a pair of mirror images, their attacking and swinging postures are very similar.

Even the difference in where the two sticks were hit was less than a millimeter.

Followed by a very similar retreat, spin, and slash!

"Bang!"

Then it was spinning and slashing again.

The tender green grass on the ground had been crushed out of juice in large areas due to the fierce battle between the two.

This goes back and forth for four rounds.

Both of them have almost the same pace, swing angle, and attack position.

It seemed like there was never a winner.

But is it really so?

At least Aelin didn't think so, because he could feel Vesemir...

Slowly speeding up!

The speed of his swing became faster and faster, and his footsteps became tighter and tighter.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

…

Gradually, the solemn and expressionless Demon Hunter Master, like a towering blue mountain, slowly, steadily and unstoppably crushed him bit by bit.

This breathtakingly powerful momentum was not seen in the past when he and Vesemir teamed up to hunt together.

"This can't go on!" Ailin swung his hand back and blocked the fierce attack of the Demon Hunter Master.

"The gap of more than ten points in agility, physique and perception is still too big..."

Although the strength is the same, the high-speed slash brought by high agility makes Ailin a little difficult to resist.

The difference in perception not only makes him unable to find a chance to counterattack, but also makes him attacked at the weakest position almost all the time.

If this goes on, he will definitely lose in less than five rounds.

"We must find another way!"

Thinking of this, Ailin glanced quietly and scanned Vesemir's spinning action.

Then pretending to be the same as the previous times, he used all his strength to split Vesemir's stick.

Naturally stepped back.

Then the muscles of his right calf suddenly tightened, and his right foot stomped down hard, with a huge force that caused the dark soil and grass residue to splash backwards quickly.

But it was silent.

It seemed that all the force was absorbed by the soil and Erin's body.

At the same time,

This huge reaction force also made Erin approach Vesemir very quickly within two steps.

The tip of the long stick was close to the heart of the witcher master.

Suddenly, Erin could see the witcher master, his cheetah-like dark golden pupils slightly dilated, as if surprised by his sudden change of action.

But then.

Vesemir calmly put away the stick and tried to block it lightly.

"Too hasty!" he thought.

Then looking at the chest of the young witcher, Vesemir knew that as long as he could block this blow.

Erin, who was wide open, would be hit in the heart by his rebounding long stick.

However.

The next moment.

Wait until Vesemir's stick reaches the position.

Now... Erin held his breath, his blue cat pupils suddenly widened, and his right wrist, which was holding the sword with both hands, trembled.

The tip of the stick that stabbed the witcher master's heart lightly swayed like an antelope hanging its horns, almost brushing against Vesemir's stick that was straightened in front of his chest, and quietly changed direction.

Wrist stab!

This is an advanced skill unlocked after the cat school's two-handed sword reaches level 5.

Because he usually deals with various monsters, this is the first time he has used it in actual combat since he got it.

The tip of the long stick pierced the air and stabbed straight at Vesemir's protruding Adam's apple.

"Win!"

Erin's mouth curled up slightly.

But he didn't expect the next second.

Vesemir's body suddenly grew two centimeters taller like a bamboo.

"Ah!"

In Erin's exclamation, the tip of the stick pierced the collar mail armor of the wolf school master.

Because the power of the long stick was weakened by the wrist stab, it was stuck in the steel ring of the mail.

Can't move forward or backward.

The Quen seal on Vesemir's body only lit up indistinguishably.

Not good!

At this time, Aylin knew that something was wrong, but it was too late.

Vesemir turned his wrist and stabbed again, hitting the leather armor on his chest heavily.

The golden light flashed violently.

"I lost!" Aylin was not a person who refused to admit defeat, and he admitted defeat very straightforwardly.

But he didn't understand.

How did Vesemir think of suddenly jumping up a little?

This is not as simple as suddenly raising his toes.

On the one hand, it came suddenly, and the sudden change of the stick tip to the impact may take less than one tenth of a second.

And it takes time for the attacked to react, it takes time to come up with a way to deal with it, and it even takes time to control the body to react.

These three factors add up to make this tiny action almost impossible to happen.

Unless...

"Why learn something else but those scum of the Cat School!"

Vesemir frowned.

The stick tapped hard on Arryn's chest.

Quen's shield flickered again.

The Demon Hunter Master seemed very dissatisfied with him for not using the orthodox two-handed swordsmanship of the Wolf School, but learning the dirty swordsmanship of the Cat School.

No!

Not even dissatisfied!

It was simply disgusting and disgusting, as if Arryn had just crawled out of a cesspool.

Vesemir really hated the Cat School...

Arryn verified this truth once again, and then asked curiously:

"Master Vesemir, how did you just..."

"Didn't I tell you?" Vesemir took back the stick and stuck it into the ground, "I almost died at the hands of a Cat School scum."

"So in those years I have been thinking about how to deal with their despicable swordsmanship."

As the pronunciation of despicable became more emphasized, Vesemir looked at Arryn with a look of disappointment.

This... shouldn't be the case... Ailin was rarely looked at by the witcher master with trash eyes, so he was a little uncomfortable, so he changed the subject:

"And then you thought of it?"

Vesemir nodded and said with some contempt:

"The scum of the Cat School was born out of the school's swordsmanship. The so-called advanced skills are mostly fancy."

"But the end result is the same, at the cost of sacrificing strength and speed, deceiving the opponent's eyes and limbs."

"So this kind of shameless swordsmanship is very useful for ordinary people who are not prepared."

"But when you encounter a monster with magical power, a prepared demon hunter, and a well-equipped knight, you will become a court jester..."

Before he finished speaking.

Aylin couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

The cat school is almost dead, and they still use a dirty word in a sentence, and don't forget to whip the corpse...

Vesemir's resentment towards the cat school demon hunter is really deep!

"...Just like the sword you just stabbed..." The demon hunter master was still criticizing, "Anyone who reacts can easily dodge."

"If the power of your stick had not been weakened too much..."

Vesemir pointed to the place on the mail where Aylin had just stabbed.

"Your stab will definitely not get stuck. If you use a real sword, there is even a great chance to seriously injure the opponent, at least there is no chance to fight back..."

But if I don't have this skill, I don't even have a chance to hit...

The demon hunter muttered in his heart.

I can only say that Vesemir is worthy of being the youngest witcher master besides him.

His strength is indeed strong.

The witcher master criticized Arryn's cat school skills for a while, until the sun was high in the sky and there was a faint noise coming from the library.

He suddenly remembered, looked at the sky, and said:

"Do you still want to experiment with the effect of the potion? It's getting late, come quickly!"

Arryn freed his ears and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Dang~"

With the slight collision of the glass crystal bottles, the witcher took out two bottles of potion, one red and one blue, under Vesemir's curious gaze.

Then he didn't hesitate and drank it with two "gulps".

In less than a second.

Arryn's temple bulged slightly, and the dark blue blood vessels protruded and spread from his eyes, followed by the whites of his eyes slowly dyed with ice blue.

But Vesemir didn't make a fuss like Lysa, but watched Arryn's changes with interest, feeling the subtle changes in his aura and strength.

This is not surprising, after all, the Wolf School originally had a potion called "Monster Potion".

The effect of drinking that potion is exaggerated.

His face was pale.

His pupils and whites of his eyes turned black like a demon.

His whole body was covered with black blood vessels that bulged like centipedes.

Compared to that, Aylin was considered fresh.

"What are the effects of these two bottles of potion?" Vesemir asked curiously.

Aylin put the empty bottle away, wiped his mouth with his right hand, curled his lips, and glanced at the Demon Hunter Master provocatively:

"Won't you know if you try it?"

Vesemir was stunned for a moment, laughed, and shook his head helplessly.

He took two steps back and pulled out the wooden stick stuck in the ground.

He casually swung it twice to shake off the dirt on the tip of the stick.

Followed closely.

Without saying hello in advance, he stepped on the ground, turned around and chopped at Aylin's head fiercely.

"Whoosh~"

The stick tore through the air, making a whirring sound.

It was not until the stick was only half a meter away from the young demon hunter that the demon hunter master's voice reached his ears: "Then try it!"

"Bang!"

A light sound.

The pale golden light flickered alternately on the crimson leather armor.

"Hmm?"

The demon hunter master looked blankly at the empty grass in front of him and his empty hands.

"Whoosh~"

"Swish!"

A wooden stick was inserted diagonally into the soil...