8mi Chapter 28 [The Whirling Blade]
Chapter 28 [The Whirling Blade]
Aiken raised his training sword, glanced at the two people standing on the field, and spoke loudly.
"On the right is Geralt, the white-haired witcher from Kaer Morhen."
"And opposite him is this year's Witcher apprentice, and also the challenger, Arwen."
"Now, let the duel begin!"
He swung his right arm forcefully, and the sword blade tore through the air.
Geralt and Arwen moved at the same time.
The silver light clashed, a clash of titans.
A powerful force emanated from the sword, causing Alwin's arms to go numb.
Geralt's pale face narrowed his cat-like eyes, his tone both mocking and fierce.
"He's quite strong."
Before he finished speaking, he stepped forward with his right foot, trying to get closer to Alwin's body.
With his overwhelming strength, he could subdue Alwin with just the hilt of his sword.
The latter reacted quickly, immediately jumping back and unleashing a diagonal slash in mid-air, disrupting Geralt's rhythm.
Geralt's cat-like eyes flashed with surprise, but the next moment, a sword light flashed in his amber vertical pupils.
As soon as Alwin's toes touched the ground, he immediately bent down, placed the hilt of his sword against his chest, and suddenly thrust the blade out with such speed that it produced a soft whistling sound.
Geralt turned to the side, seizing the opportunity to deflect the attack with his sword.
But Alwin used his right foot as the center, spun around, his arm muscles bulging like dragons, and a gust of wind swept in.
"Clang!"
The sound of metal clashing together produced intense sparks.
Geralt took a step back to steady himself, and Cateye was extremely surprised.
These three sword strikes were faster and more powerful than the last.
"Well done, Arwen!"
"Damn it, that sword strike almost left an afterimage."
Paul and his friends cheered for Alwin, while Aiken wore a bitter smile.
He could see that the gap between him and Alwin was widening.
Alwin stepped back slightly, took a deep breath, and suppressed his rapidly beating heart.
My gaze swept across the panel.
[Wolf School Demon Hunter Swordsmanship Lv2: 9/1000]
【Blade Spin (Green): When using Wolf School swordsmanship, the power of the first sword remains unchanged, the speed and power of the second sword increase by 5%, and the speed and power of the third sword increase by 10%】
This is a sword technique he mastered just a week ago, a green-tier skill.
It seems pretty good.
Geralt flexed his wrist, the silver studs on his fist gleaming.
He didn't speak, but you could tell from his clenched cat eyes.
He's getting serious.
"sieve!"
Geralt burst forth, his white hair flying wildly, his pale skin resembling that of a demon from purgatory.
Wow, so fast!
Even with his dual soul, Arwin couldn't catch Geralt's sword trajectory before the blade came crashing down on him.
"clang!"
After parrying with his sword, Alwin tried to create distance again.
But this time, Geralt gave them no chance, sweeping them aside.
Alwin was forced to roll to his right.
This scene terrified the apprentices; if it had happened to them, they would have been instantly killed by that sword.
Alwin rolled backward several times, finally creating some distance between them.
Geralt held his sword horizontally across his chest, a mocking sneer on his lips. "Arwin, are you still the same as ever, just rolling around in the ground?"
Alwin lowered his eyes slightly.
Geralt far surpasses him in both strength and speed; even if his nervous system reacts, his body struggles to make the correct response.
Faced with such a formidable enemy,
He has a unique playing style.
Arwen raised his left hand and made a hand seal.
A light blue shield enveloped him.
"Queen?" Geralt sneered, slowly moving around Arwen. "That won't bridge the gap between us."
Alwin chuckled, "You'll find out soon enough."
Having said that, Alwin dashed out.
"good!"
Geralt gave a soft shout, and the sword flashed like a shadow.
But Alwin simply rolled away, the sword wind whistling past his body, dodging the attack.
Geralt immediately followed up with a sword strike.
However, with the speed boost from the Water Ghost Mutant and the Drowned Necromancer Mutant, Alwyn dodged with another roll.
He caught a glimpse of Geralt's back out of the corner of his eye and knew his chance had come.
With his left hand supporting him on the ground and his legs bent, he drew strength from the ground and suddenly thrust out his training sword.
Geralt swung his sword with almost superhuman speed.
Arwen's cat-like eyes gleamed with madness as he completely ignored Geralt's attack.
"Click!"
The protective shield cast by the Kun seal shattered.
The force of the recoil caused Geralt to freeze momentarily.
"Sizzle!"
The sword is sharp.
Alwin quickly retreated several steps, a look of regret in his eyes.
Geralt managed to dodge that sword strike.
Geralt touched the ripped leather jacket at his waist with his left hand and looked at Arwen with a bewildered expression.
What kind of playing style is this?
In his mind, dueling was a sacred thing, like a knight attacking face to face.
How could someone keep rolling and dodging, using their shield to ambush others, and then run away faster than a rabbit if they fail to strike?
and also……
"Buzzing..."
The badge affixed to Geralt's chest vibrated and hummed.
A light blue shield emerged from Alwyn once again.
Geralt gasped, only one word flashing through his mind.
mean!
Arwen charged forward again, sword in hand.
Whenever Geralt attacks, he dodges and finds the right opportunity to roll behind him.
If the shield breaks accidentally along the way, immediately run far away and replace it with another Quen sign.
Paul and his companions watched in utter silence.
Even though Geralt was chasing him all over the place, he seemed to be the one with the upper hand.
Standing on the second floor of the castle, Vesemir was utterly astonished by what he saw and couldn't help but facepalm.
"Where...where did this brat learn that?"
He could even foresee how furious Arwin would be when someone challenged him to a duel.
but……
He also recognized the superiority of this tactic, which was entirely based on his own speed, coordination, and strong observation skills.
These are all the strengths of a Witcher.
The importance of the Kunen Dharma Seal suddenly increased in his mind.
Geralt watched as Arwen kept probing him, and instinctively clenched his fist.
It's like there's a mosquito around; it doesn't cause much harm, but it keeps buzzing around you.
Just then, Alwin sneakily approached again.
Geralt swung his sword several times, and Arwen, like an eel in mud, kept turning and dodging, eventually circling behind him.
Damn it.
Geralt felt the sharp sensation on his back, and a surge of irritation and ferocity welled up in his cat-like eyes.
He suddenly pressed his left hand against the air in Alwin's position.
"boom!"
An invisible fan-shaped shockwave blasted out from his palm.
Alwin was horrified. The powerful thrust shattered Quen's shield, and the aftershock knocked him to the ground.
"Geralt, didn't you say you wouldn't use signs?"
"Damn fairness!" Geralt gritted his teeth, veins bulging on his pale face. Instead of stopping, he strode closer, his left hand forming a hand seal once more.
Geralt was furious.
Arwen scrambled to his feet, shouting, "I surrender! I surrender..."
"boom!"
Another Alder sign came flying at his face, kicking up a large patch of dirt, which frightened Arwen so much that he turned and ran away.
"Don't run! You rolling-around donkey! Let me kick your ass hard!"