My Liver Experience in the World of Cthulhu

Crown quickly returned to his room, drank a bottle of holy water, made moonlight seals on his hands and began to visualize the bright moon shining on him.

Time flows quietly, and the moon moves towards the zenith.

After seven o'clock, he finished his work on time and opened his eyes.

He picked up his one-handed sword, swung it twice, shook his head slightly and walked out of the room.

His physical fitness is growing all the time, and his arms are getting stronger. Now he feels that the weight of this weapon is a little lighter.

Walking forward along the corridor, he knocked on the door of the demon hunter's master and apprentice.

In the room, the master and apprentice looked at each other, and they both saw smiles in each other's eyes.

"Teacher, hit me hard and you must wake me up." Allen clenched his fist and gave a fierce look.

Geralt tied his long snow-white hair back on his head, smiled and nodded: "I won't hold back this time. I will try my best to let him distinguish the difference between dreams and reality."

The two opened the door and walked out together.

"As I thought, you are still so punctual." In the night wind, the demon hunter's snowy hair was flying, and the cold moonlight shone on his smiling face. "Didn't the priest tell you to have a good rest?!"

"Punctuality is a good quality." The corner of Kroun's mouth raised slightly: "People can rest enough after death. Now I want to work harder to improve my strength, instead of waiting for death when danger comes. Let's go to the training ground."

The three of them passed by in the corridor, their footsteps breaking the silence and reverberating.

"You know, someone asked me to show you some color, and that's what I thought too!"

Geralt's eyebrows were beaming, and there was a hint of excitement in his voice: "I have been a little depressed in the past few years, but recently I have been much more energetic. It has been too long since I have really moved my hands and feet. Are you ready to be beaten?"

Crown said mockingly: "Kneel down and beg for abuse."

The more powerful a demon hunter is, the more he can withstand pressure and the more he can improve.

If he spends the same money and gets better results, he doesn't mind being a little less beaten.

"Hopefully you'll be able to talk big later."

. . . .

The moonlight passed through the gray fog and appeared dim, and Crown felt that one day, the gray fog at night would block all the brilliance of the moon.

The two stood opposite each other on the training ground, where most of the light came from the sacred fire burning on the bell tower.

The slightly dim environment did not have much impact on the two people who were about to fight. The extraordinary people all had good night vision abilities.

Crown's own night vision ability is even more amazing. Because of the Golden Light Spell, he was able to see in dim environments very early on. After being promoted to extraordinary, this ability was further strengthened.

At this time, he could even see clearly a thumb-sized gap on the edge of the weapon shelf base in the distance.

Outside the court, Allen shouted forcefully: "Teacher, come on."

Geralt drew his sword and made a gesture of invitation: "Let's see how long you can last in the face of true strength!"

"You will see it," Crown said unwillingly.

The improvement of proficiency can maintain his own state at a very high level, and the lower limit of his attacks is far higher than others.

Although his combat skills have not been upgraded in recent times and there has been no qualitative improvement, with the continuous increase of proficiency, the improvement of actual combat ability is not small.

If the witcher looks at his strength based on the last time the two of them fought, he will definitely suffer a big loss.

Crown took out four potions and drank them.

One is the pure heart talisman water, which keeps oneself keenly aware; one is the strength potion, a 5% increase in strength is a considerable improvement in status; one is the blood-boiling potion, which is now necessary for him to practice breathing methods; the last one is Holy water, reserve energy for yourself in advance to avoid physical exhaustion during battle.

"You're cheating." Allen didn't know what Crown drank, but he knew it would definitely improve his combat effectiveness.

There is no need to be so serious about a practice, various extraordinary potions are still worth some money.

"I'm a herbalist, so potions are part of my strength. There's nothing wrong with using drugs to fight." After explaining to the demon hunter apprentice, Crown asked his opponent: "Do you need a bottle of holy water?"

"of course yes."

Geralt caught the thrown holy water and threw it to his student: "Ellen caught it, our supply reserves have been enriched."

Then the demon hunter raised his sword and moved forward: "Our battle will not last long. Drinking holy water is a waste."

Before he finished speaking, his body exploded and stabbed his opponent.

Crown moved sideways and stabbed in return.

The demon hunter then changed his moves, slashed horizontally, and hit the incoming sword tip with the swallowing part of his weapon.

The weapon was deflected, and Crown raised his sword to block, blocking the enemy's slash.

He only felt a pain from the tiger's mouth and almost failed to parry the sharp sword. His body instinctively took another step to the side to escape the sharp attack.

Is this the true strength of the witcher after the second mutation? The strength is much stronger than that of myself who took the strength potion.

His thoughts passed quickly, the cold light flashed in front of his eyes again, and the opponent's attack was coming again.

As soon as the sparring started, Kroun was so suppressed that he couldn't even lift his head. He had almost no time to think, so he could only react instinctively and maintain his breathing technique intermittently.

The demon hunter's strength and speed were both higher than before, firmly suppressing his attack rhythm.

The opponent's attacks were like mercury, one after another. Croun's leather armor was torn open, and there were several bright red wounds on his forehead and cheeks.

His arm holding the sword was even more focused, and the whole arm was dripping with blood.

Half an hour later, the demon hunter's attack rhythm gradually slowed down.

He is able to readjust the rhythm of his breathing technique between his opponent's attacks to suit his current state.

If it was a one-sided suppression before, now the battle between the two gradually becomes evenly matched.

He also discovered his own strengths. Excellent endurance was the only thing that made him stronger than his opponents.

The battle continued, and when half an hour passed again, Crown felt that the pressure on him from the demon hunter had become much smaller, and he was able to deal with the opponent's attack calmly.

"Pause it," he took a few steps back, "let's take a break and let's continue."

"I haven't used the powerful method. I was afraid of hurting you, so I let you hold me back." The demon hunter wiped the sweat on his face. "Sparring with this intensity only costs five gold shields an hour. My charging standard is It’s so conscientious.”

"Huh", Crown breathed out, "Thank you very much, please wait for a while, I will get some holy water to replenish the energy."

Seeing him walking towards the rest area, Allen approached his teacher and said, "Why don't you just take him down? This way he won't be able to recognize his own strength."

Geralt looked embarrassed and whispered: "Maybe we all thought wrong. After he was promoted to extraordinary, his strength was still able to maintain a very fast growth rate, at least in terms of swordsmanship.

Unless I use the demon hunter's secret sword skills during the attack or combine it with a sigil, it's really not easy to defeat him with just ordinary sword skills. "

"Teacher, you have experienced two mutations. The physical advantages brought by the two sublimations of life essence should be great, right?"

The demon hunter spread his hands and said helplessly: "In terms of strength and speed, I can suppress him steadily, but in terms of endurance, I can't match him.

His swordsmanship foundation is very solid, and he can barely cope with me if he defends with all his strength. This is why he was not seriously injured even though he was injured a lot. "

"Secret sword skills and seals are an important part of our strength. The profession of demon hunter requires the training of mental attributes. My current physical fitness cannot crush a reckless knight extraordinary who mainly taps the potential of physical functions. Is it normal? !”