Demon Hunter: School of the Wolf

After deciding on the duel method, the two demon hunters casually picked up a practice sword from the sword rack next to them and stood at the two ends of the training ground.

Looking at Arestor, who was full of beard and whose dark golden cat eyes were so hot that he could feel the fighting spirit on one side, Aylin's mind moved.

[Name: Arestor]

[Attributes: Strength 57, Agility 57, Constitution 69, Perception 71, Mystery 39]

Aristo's attributes were not much different from Vesemir's. Except for the strength that was four points higher, which was still considerable, the other attributes were similar, and the mystery attribute was even three points lower.

After Aylin received the transformation of the Way of Beast Roar yesterday, his strength, agility, perception and mystery attributes actually surpassed Arestor.

However, he did not think that he would win this duel.

After all, Aylin had also identified Chief Soi.

The five-dimensional attributes of the Grandmaster of the Wolf School were similar to theirs. Except for the mystery, the difference in each attribute was less than five points.

But in actual combat.

Even if the attributes suddenly improved a lot, now Aylin can't do what Grandmaster Soi did in Ban Ade, dismembering several large monsters using magic shields with ease.

Demon hunters are not monsters, and it is difficult to see their true combat power at a glance from the panel.

Attributes like Aristo are actually the limit attributes of the natural growth of demon hunters.

Without external conditions, such as the help of essence and purification spirit, it is difficult to continue to improve.

But skills such as swordsmanship and magic seals will not stop because of the stagnation of attribute growth. Instead, they will become more sophisticated and powerful with age.

And these are not visible from the outside.

"Let's try it first!" Aylin thought, "We'll know after a real fight."

He was also very interested in what level his strength was in the Wolf School Master Group.

"Get ready!"

Vesemir's referee voice interrupted Aylin's thinking, and also made the chattering apprentices around him quiet down and look at the training ground expectantly.

Under the gloomy dark clouds, the mountain wind howled.

The two demon hunters in the training ground seemed to be carved from the same mold.

The thumb and index finger were slightly bent, and a triangle was drawn in front of the body.

Quen's seal.

The light golden light flashed on the leather armor of the two demon hunters at the same time.

However, the light golden light flashing on Aylin was obviously brighter than Arestor.

Immediately afterwards, there was no need for Vesemir to speak again.

As the light flashed, the two demon hunters rushed towards each other.

For Arestor, fighting is fighting.

All concerns and compromises are things that need to be considered before and after the battle.

But during the battle, he only needs to consider one thing-win!

So he doesn't plan to hold back.

Not only because it is disrespectful to both sides of the battle.

But because if Aylin can't even catch the first sword, then he can only blame himself for being too arrogant, being overwhelmed by the past glory, and not being able to see his own strength.

Using a sword to wake him up is actually for his own good.

It is a taboo for demon hunters to rush forward recklessly without knowing the enemy's strength.

Those unreasonable demons are not as easy to talk to as he is.

What he will pay at that time will be the price of his life.

"Whoosh--"

The rapid speed, as if fighting for the control of the wind, made the air wailing.

The hair of the apprentices around was blown all over by the violent wind, and they could hardly open their eyes.

When they squinted their eyes and looked over eagerly.

The afterimages of the two demon hunter masters have intertwined.

"Clang!"

The fierce sound of metal clashing resounded throughout Kaer Morhen, almost piercing people's eardrums.

The first moment the two steel swords collided, Arestor felt something was wrong.

The power transmitted by steel as a bridge, how... how it seems to be stronger than him.

Something is wrong...

Aristo frowned and took a step back with the force.

The moment his right foot stepped on the hard ground, he exerted force quickly and stepped forward.

The force flowed along the bones and muscles and reached the tip of the sword in an instant.

"Clang!"

The swords collided again.

But it was not over yet.

With the force and inertia from the step, Arestor did not retreat, but kept approaching Ailin's positive center line.

"Clang!"

"Clang!"

"Clang!"

The attack of the steel sword in his hand became more and more fierce with the approaching footsteps, as fierce and continuous as the blizzard in Kaer Morhen in the cold winter.

The momentum became more and more powerful, forcing Ailin to retreat step by step.

"Something is wrong!"

Arestor was not happy about the continuous advantage, but frowned.

He looked at Ailin, who was struggling to support under his sword, but took every sword steadily, incredulously.

This wolf school... no... this youngest witcher master among the witchers was actually stronger than him in terms of strength.

Don't look at Ailin retreating sword by sword because of his attack, but that was under the continuous attack, and his swordsmanship could not support all his strength.

But Aristo, who is a master of swordsmanship and familiar with every move, every style, and even every subtle force of the wolf school two-handed sword, how could he not judge the limit of Ailin's strength from the reaction force from the steel sword.

And it's not just strength.

From the trembling of his wrist, his steady pace, his sharp reaction, and even the strength of the Quen Sign at the beginning...

Erin's physical fitness has reached the limit of a demon hunter in every aspect.

"How did he do it?" Aresto didn't understand.

He can be a genius in alchemy, swordsmanship, and even spells and signs, and quickly surpass his peers and even his predecessors.

Every demon hunter master is the best example of this view.

But why can a demon hunter's physical fitness improve so quickly in half a year, and can directly approach the limit of a demon hunter.

This is beyond Aresto's cognition.

Although Erin has an outstanding talent in potions, he doesn't believe that this is the effect of potions.

He drank the heart essence of the water ghost, and it took a full twenty servings to enhance it by a tiny bit.

For demon hunters like them who are already extremely strong, they almost need to experience it carefully to feel it.

No potion can grow the strength of a demon hunter from just meeting the standards of a mature demon hunter half a year ago to what it is now.

Absolutely impossible.

After all, the stronger the physical fitness, the slower the demon hunter's natural improvement.

At the level of their demon hunter master, it is already very good not to regress.

But...

Aristo glanced at Aylin in confusion again.

A real example is fighting with him in front of him again...

Unbelievable!

It's really unbelievable!

"Clang!"

After another sword strike, Aresto took advantage of the reaction force and quickly stepped back a few steps, pulling away a distance.

Although Aylin had been suppressed in the attack and defense just now, his defense was unexpectedly tight.

Not only physical fitness, Aylin's swordsmanship has also improved greatly in the past six months.

It's just not as exaggerated as his physical fitness.

Such a high-intensity battle.

The consumption of Aristo's physical energy is much greater than that of Aylin. It will definitely be bad for him to continue like this.

Moreover.

Such a rough attack is just to test Aylin's strength. After getting the result, there is naturally no need to waste physical energy like this.

At this time.

"Hiss--whoosh--whoosh--"

The first wave of attack and defense came to a temporary end, causing the demon hunter apprentices who were holding their breath around the training ground to gasp for air, as if they were almost suffocated.

"Master Arestor is so strong, Captain Aylin was basically beaten..." an apprentice whispered.

"Did you see it clearly?!!" The apprentice next to him was extremely surprised.

He just saw two shadows approaching each other at a very fast speed, and then separated not long after.

I had originally wanted to learn the powerful swordsmanship of my predecessors, but I didn't expect that I couldn't even see how Captain Aylin and Master Arestor swung their swords, and it was temporarily over.

And his companions in the same period could actually tell who was in the upper hand and who was at a disadvantage.

This made him doubt himself.

"No!" the apprentice said confidently.

"Then why did you..."

"Because Captain Aylin is now in a very backward position, he must have been beaten by Master Arestor..."

"Hush!" Erni, who was standing in the front row of the apprentices, turned around and glanced at them.

Not only did the two apprentices who were talking about the gossips immediately shut up, but even the other apprentices around them stopped discussing.

It seems that Erni has a high prestige in this small group.

"Captain Ailin is already very strong to be able to fight like this," Erni frowned and explained after the surroundings quieted down, "You should know that Captain Ailin is only fourteen years old now, and Master Aresto is who knows how many hundreds of years old."

"With such a big age difference, Master Aresto couldn't even break Captain Ailin's defense in the active attack."

"Isn't this amazing?"

The two apprentices looked at each other when they heard this.

It seems to be true.

However, Captain Ailin has been able to stop Master Aresto in just half a year. If he is given another year or two, he will definitely defeat Ares in one move...

No!

Maybe he can defeat Chief Soi, who can slay dragons, in one move!

Thinking of this, the apprentices around him nodded with pride and looked at the figure who was panting slightly in the training ground with admiration.

At this moment,

"Is there a possibility?" another voice suddenly came from the apprentices, "Master Aristo is not unable to break Captain Aylin's defense, but he did not exert his full strength, so he let Captain Aylin..."

The voice was not finished.

Erni frowned, and looked back to see who was making trouble and slandering Captain Aylin's reputation.

But before he found that person.

The voice said again: "After all, you can see Master Vesemir, his expression has not been very good."

Everyone looked in the direction of Vesemir after hearing this.

Sure enough.

Vesemir looked sad, and the apprentices were making a lot of noise, but they did not alarm him.

His eyes were staring at Aylin in the training ground.

There seemed to be... a little resentment in his eyes?

After the apprentices looked at each other, they quietly glanced at Erni, Kral, and the other five demon hunters of the Demon Hunting Corps, and did not speak.

Everything seemed to be as the apprentice said.

Otherwise, why would Vesemir look so bad?

They didn’t know.

The reason why the witcher master looked so unhappy now was not because Aylin's strength was not as good as expected, and of course it was not because of the five bottles of old rules.

But he didn't understand.

Why did Aylin not do the strategy of winning for sure, but had to make it look so ugly now.

In this way.

Wouldn't his painstaking efforts to deceive Arestor be completely wasted?

No!

Not only was it wasted, but it would also cause negative effects of unknown influence.

"Why? Is Aylin proud of the victory and glory he has gained along the way?" Vesemir frowned.

For him, this was more heartbreaking than losing five bottles of expensive East of the East.

"But this is not like Aylin's past behavior!"

The witcher master narrowed his eyes and stared at the figure in the training ground.

"Aylin, you are very good!" Arestor suddenly spoke, interrupting the random thoughts of the people around him.

He looked at Aylin, who was alert not far away, and he really admired him more and more in his heart, and he was more and more jealous of Vesemir, the lucky bastard.

After being suppressed for a long time, with almost no chance of a comeback, his expression and breath were as calm as a mountain...

Even if there were apprentices not far away who began to doubt his strength, question his status, and shake his authority...

He was as vigilant as ever, and did not get carried away and rush to attack to prove himself...

This is difficult.

Especially for a demon hunter like Aylin's age.

Face is more important than anything else.

At least Arestor felt that he could not be so calm, even if he was thirty, forty, or fifty years old, or even now, he might not be able to do it.

So he admired Aylin very much, and admired Aylin more and more, admiring Aylin to the point that his blood boiled and his heart was thundering.

Therefore, Arestor decided to go all out, even if the next sword could decide the outcome.

As for whether this would reduce Aylin's prestige in the Demon Hunting Corps, he didn't care.

As long as he had the support of the Corps, the lost prestige would be easily restored and even higher.

"I'm going to be serious!" he reminded.

Then he took a deep breath, adjusted his muscles and bones to the most suitable position for exerting force, and looked at Aylin, waiting for him to fully recover.

"Sure enough!" The apprentices beside the training ground whispered loudly, "Master Aristo was just letting Aylin..."

Erni, Klar and others didn't know what to say at this time, they could only clench their fists and stare at the figure they admired.

Vesemir had a blank expression, but his hands holding the wooden fence of the training ground were so strong that veins popped out.

But no one expected...

When Aylin heard Aristo's reminder, he was stunned in place, not only did he not concentrate and hold his breath to be vigilant, but...

smiled.

"In this case, I have to be serious too."