Wizard: This witcher is not doing his job properly

The first round of competition ended with Wayne's victory. Vesemir's face did not show an expression of joy, but sighed.

He looked at the two Wolf School members next to him who looked frustrated because they had lost money, and said:

"Geralt, Eskel, who of you will compete with Wayne next?"

Eskel felt a little sad after losing the fifty orens he had finally saved. He turned to Geralt and said:

"I'll go to the second round, but, do you want to bet again, who will win this time, me or Wayne?"

Thinking of the two hundred and fifty oren he lost to Vesemir, Geralt gritted his teeth and said:

"Lambert should have underestimated the enemy just now. Although the little guy's sword is fast, if it was you, he should be able to handle it."

"Let's continue to gamble, bet on Wayne's win, pay one for one, and bet for you to win, pay one for two."

"Askel, how much do you want to bet?"

The scarfaced witcher thought for a while, took out a ruby ​​pendant from his underwear pocket, handed it to Geralt, and said:

"This is a ruby ​​necklace I found in a ruin, it should be worth two hundred oren."

"I press myself to win."

Geralt whistled.

"Good thing, it seems that your harvest last year was not bad."

He reached for the necklace, swung it around, then turned to Vesemir:

"How about it, old man, do you still want to bet?"

Vesemir folded his hands on his chest, turned his head and glanced at Geralt, snorted and said:

"Put all the three hundred orens I won just now on Wayne."

"However, if I win later, you don't need to give me six hundred Oren. I guess you don't have that many coins with you."

"This winter, I'm going to teach him how to cook witcher potions."

"When the time comes, you will take him into the forest and teach him how to collect herbs and body tissues of monsters."

Geralt breathed a sigh of relief when he heard that he was not required to pay the gambling debts. He nodded at the old witcher and said:

"No problem, old man, even if you lose, I will take care of it."

After Wayne had rested for about ten minutes, Eskel ignored Lambert, who had been complaining beside him, and stood opposite Wayne with a steel sword for training.

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, put on a defensive posture of wolf school swordsmanship, and said to Wayne in a deep voice:

"Let's do it, little one."

"I will use all my strength to deal with you."

However, Wayne, who was standing opposite him, did not put on a combat stance immediately, but made a pause gesture to him, turned his head and shouted to Vesemir:

"Teacher, I hope that the next two competitions can use the power of the seal."

"Fayin is also part of the strength of our demon hunters."

Vesemir didn't agree immediately, but turned to look at Eskel, and after the scar-faced witcher nodded, he said to Wayne:

"Yes, child, you can use the power of the Sign."

"But we are all companions, you have to be careful."

Wayne nodded respectfully to his teacher, then turned to look at Eskel, and exchanged glances with the silent senior witcher.

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 chaotic magic power in his body is several times stronger than ordinary Kunn's shield, which is enough to withstand several powerful slashes.

Eskar on the opposite side didn't know this. After he added a layer of Kunn shield to himself, he put on the defensive posture of wolf school swordsmanship again.

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.

Bang! 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 There is a loophole.

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 stronger than ours? Can it also explode?"

Wayne turned around, glanced at Vesemir and Geralt, scratched his head, and then said:

"I also seem to have a talent for seals. I can strengthen my various seals by using more chaotic magic power."

After hearing this, Eskel 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, like Geralt, are both talented people."

"I lost, Wayne. Your strength is no less than that of most demon hunters."

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