Overgrown yard.
"Bang, bang, bang," In a series of violent air hissing, the two figures collided fiercely.
In an instant, a large number of sparks poured out from the clashing swords.
A figure is ghostly and ghostly, and the short sword in his hand rotates around his wrist, dragging the afterimages of his debut.
The target he attacked maintained a solid defensive stance, his eyes were firmly locked on the fluttering sword shadow, and the sword and body switched smoothly between the five postures.
Block, counterattack.
"Chong!"
After a powerful slash, Arrondette was caught by two light daggers, the blades stagnated, and the sharp eyes of both sides collided with sparks.
"Reaction is too slow!"
Oaks grinned his pale gums, a savage smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and jumped back like a big cat.
"Shh, shh!" The two daggers twirled flexibly in the palms of their hands, bowed and stepped on their feet, Oaks stretched out his scarlet tongue, licked the daggers excitedly, and began to slowly circle the young witcher. Pacing slowly.
"Huh..."
Roy held the long sword diagonally in both hands with abrupt blue veins, maintaining a T-step under his feet, and the tip of the sword moved with the ghostly figure like a magnet.
In less than five seconds of short-handed handover, cold sweat had already soaked the broken hair on his forehead. Apart from the difference in strength, after entering the battle, Oaks' eyes, posture, and voice were mixed together, creating a terrifying aura that oppressed him. heart and nerves.
This is the difference in actual combat experience.
"Put, puff," the drum-like heartbeat exploded in the eardrum, the qi and blood in the chest rolled, and the adrenaline flowed in the body.
But he did not dare to move, his reaction and speed were completely at a disadvantage, and he had to choose a defensive counterattack strategy.
The guy on the opposite side is a seasoned assassin, just circling around him slowly, applying pressure with his eyes, noise, and posture, and never making a rash shot—until a certain angle, his footsteps converge.
The bright dagger in Oaks' hand flipped, and then a dazzling sunlight reflected into Roy's pupils through the blade, and he was instantly dazzled and distracted!
The eyes of the figure on the opposite side burst into flames, and he took the opportunity to slam on the ground and rubbed his body straight up.
And Roy relied on the instinct tempered between life and death several times, the electric light flint focused on the left toe, against the direction of the dagger attack, swung the sword with both hands, twisted and slashed.
In the crisp sound of "Boom", the yellow light disappeared, the Quinn's shield shattered, and Wilt, who was fighting off the field, stared, raised his front legs and whined.
"I lost..." Roy lowered Arrondette in his hand, feeling the coldness on the back of his neck, his limbs stiff and his face slightly disappointed.
"Hiccup... You're very good, there's no problem in dealing with the last move." Oakes put the dagger back into the belt buckle on his chest with admiration, "I almost hit me just now, and whoever wins will be the loser. No."
If it wasn't for his strong balance and flexibility to forcefully turn his body in mid-air, he wouldn't be able to escape Roy's full blow.
"Speaking of which... Did I drink a little too much... Hiccup... Why does my body feel stiff for no reason... My mind goes blank."
Roy's depression eased a little when he heard the words. Oaks' symptoms were not due to drinking too much, but due to his own skill - shock, but this guy's willpower also had 9.5, exactly the same as himself, and he was only stunned for one hundredth of a second. Far from enough to turn the tide of the battle.
"Your face is so ugly, you have been hit? To be honest, apart from your weak foundation in swordsmanship and the lack of natural connection, your overall performance is not at all like a witcher who has passed the grass trial for less than half a year... Let me think about it..." Oakes lifted He opened his hood and rubbed his greasy yellow hair, then felt his chin and looked Roy up and down.
"Your combat power is roughly equivalent to my eighteen-year-old level, and you can barely deal with a Wild Hunt. No wonder Leto attaches so much importance to you."
"Wild Hunter? How much did you use just now?" Roy asked reluctantly.
"About three or four points." Oakes yawned.
Three or four points
Roy was startled, and he only forced one-third of the strength of this carefree guy.
Looking back now, he can feel that Oaks' dagger swordsmanship is sharper and deadlier than Lesso!
"The way of the witcher, I'm still a rookie..." Roy sighed and turned his eyes to the corner of the yard. "What are those stakes and sandbags for?"
"You'll know soon." Oakes smiled mysteriously.
When the two returned to the house, Roy slowly learned through the conversation that the three demon hunters of the Viper School had different fields of expertise.
Oaks focused on the dagger swordsmanship and light theory swordsmanship of the Viper School, ranking first among the three witchers, and Roy was naturally not his opponent.
The bald Lesso is best at alchemy, and Roy has also seen alchemy bombs, potions, sword oils, and the school's secret poison.
Serrit is good at tracking prey, whether it is monsters or humans, it is difficult to escape from his pursuit, and this guy is knowledgeable, known as the Encyclopedia of the Viper School. In addition, he has the highest attainments in French seals.
"Are you excited, kid, you're going to start a new chapter in Sintra," Leso said. "Besides me, Ox and Serrit will join in and try their best to guide you. Let you become a qualified person as soon as possible. the witcher."
"The man of destiny is gone?"
"We are in charge of this in advance, you only need to be honest for a week of training... Take a break today, from tomorrow, I will guide you in alchemy, Ox is in charge of the combat part, and Serrit will teach you comprehensive knowledge about monsters, traps, and Track, hunt."
Saying that, the three of them looked over with strange eyes, as if examining some goods and test items.
"Wait!" Roy shrank his neck, it was enough for Leto to torture him alone, and three people took turns to torture him, how frustrating it was!
He couldn't help but pull out the notebook with a forced smile, "The things you taught me haven't been fully digested, can you slow down and let me specialize in one subject for a while?"
Leto shook his head and slammed a large glass of beer, "Little brat, you have to be oppressed to have motivation. I know how much potential you have, don't waste your talent!"
…
I don't know who started it. The witchers drank a whole morning and drank a whole barrel of beer. The three dizzy big men lay directly on the dirty floor and fell asleep. wake up.
"Raunchy, greasy middle-aged man."
Roy shook his head and sighed, only he was barely able to stay awake.
He doesn't like the feeling of being completely out of control after a hangover. For him, drinking to the point of being slightly drunk is the most wonderful state.
It was not until the evening that the three witchers woke up one after another. Soon, Serret brought a bag to the young witcher who was meditating cross-legged in the bedroom on the second floor.
"what?"
"This is my baby, don't get me dirty or broken."
The witcher Serrit yawned sleepily at the orange sunset from the window, obviously not recovering from the drunkenness.
"Biology?"
Roy took the cloth bag and took out a very old and tattered book.
He couldn't help rolling his eyes, "What do you mean, don't get dirty or break it, and if you break it again, the book will be gone?"
Roy carefully opened the cover, turned a few pages, and soon became interested, because it mentioned many incredible creatures, such as trolls, crab spiders... With all kinds of illustrations, Bileso once gave him The Witcher Notes are much more complete.
The most surprising thing is that almost every page is covered with dense notes - the book owner's experience summary.
"The witcher is not a brainless man, he must learn to read more." Serrit said with relief, looking at Roy's addicted appearance.
"From now on, you have to memorize at least two pages every night, and I will test you the next day."
Roy's crunch is like garlic, and the knowledge in this book is just enough to make up for the lack of knowledge in his witcher training.
"Five o'clock tomorrow morning..." Serret dropped a sentence, "Ox will give you daily swordsmanship training, then Leto's alchemy class, and my general knowledge class in the evening."
"receive!"
When Serret left, Roy lay comfortably on the bed, sinking into the template—
Witcher LV5 (2610/2500)
What is the upper limit of the storage of experience points
He is not in a hurry to upgrade, and at the same time saves a "life" to guard against accidents.