My Liver Experience in the World of Cthulhu

After hearing the witcher's heroic words, Crown felt an unreal feeling in his heart.

Judging from the other party's previous deeds, although what he said was the truth, he always felt that something was wrong.

Crown didn't dwell on what made the other party so enthusiastic, but the temporary worker was willing to put in more effort, and of course he couldn't ask for it.

"Here, here are your supplies." He took out seven or eight potions and stuffed them into the demon hunter's hands.

Now it was Geralt's turn to be confused, "So many, how long are you prepared to fight tonight?"

"Haha, fight until you can't handle it anymore."

Crown felt that if he worked harder, he could raise his proficiency in the breathing method to the critical point of promotion.

After he finished speaking, he walked to the shadow next to him and continued to meditate on the golden light spell.

The demon hunter laughed, and decided to be a better sparring partner with a more dedicated attitude.

After Crown's energy and stamina were restored to optimal condition, he practiced the breathing method and cross sword by himself at the edge of the training ground for twelve minutes before seeing the demon hunter exit the meditative state.

After replenishing himself with blood-boiling potion, strength potion and pure heart talisman, he returned to the center of the training ground.

"Could it be that you have the blood and physique of a troll, and you can recover faster than me?" Geralt's eyes flashed, feeling incredible.

When he had not been expelled from Kaer Morhen, he was one of the best physiques and resilience among the demon hunters of the same period. There was no reason for him to be better than a first-order warrior after undergoing the second mutation. Poor physical condition.

"Such a talent," Crown said with a proud smile. The skill of Golden Light Spell was not his talent.

There is actually a person who is more narcissistic than me. Geralt curled his lips and said, "Let's start facing the storm."

The demon hunter used a secret skill that he had not used just now that could stimulate adrenaline, increased his speed, then stepped forward and swung his sword.

Under the cold light, he had already rushed to a position two meters away from his opponent.

Crown felt a chill approaching, the pores on his arms tightened, and goosebumps arose.

‘Hey, I was hiding my clumsiness just now. ’

With thoughts in his mind, he moved his body back, and at the same time, he raised his sword to parry.

Compared with the previous battle, the demon hunter's speed was much faster. Crown could barely raise his weapon, but the opponent's sword was already thrust in front of him.

Before his power was fully released, he was unable to block the opponent's attack. The tip of the demon hunter's sword pierced into the muscle of his left shoulder blade, and then the stabbing turned into a sharpening, widening the wound.

In pain, Crown retreated in embarrassment, but the demon hunter's attack followed him like a shadow.

He parried hastily and kept retreating. The increase in the demon hunter's speed completely disrupted his fighting rhythm.

"Bang"

His retreating and dodging movement suddenly froze. It turned out that he had already retreated to the edge of the field, and his body hit the wall hard.

Geralt seized the opportunity, and the sharp sword in his hand fell to the ground like a meteor, stabbing his opponent's neck with a brilliant silver color.

Crown's eyes tightened and his mouth opened slightly. He released bullet time and tried his best to dodge sideways.

The demon hunter's sword hit the wall behind him and stopped. He belatedly noticed that the hair on his temples and forehead stood up, and a slight coldness came from the left side of his neck.

"How does it feel this time?"

Geralt grinned and took away his weapon, the scar on his face twisting like a poisonous scorpion that preys on others.

Crown touched the place on his neck where he felt cold just now. There was warm liquid flowing there, and the smell of blood floated into his nose.

He gasped for air, his body shaking slightly.

The reason for trembling is a stress response in the face of fear, but more of excitement.

The moment the demon hunter's sword pierced his neck, a realization arose in his heart.

Since time traveling, he has always disliked taking risks. He always felt that if he had a golden finger, he would be invincible in the end. He was never willing to be involved in dangerous situations and just wanted to control all the factors to crush him.

But he forgot one thing, or never fully understood it:

When retreating becomes a habit, can you still maintain a fearless heart to overcome obstacles in the end?

Can I still maintain my firm belief that I am invincible and will never move forward?

Without this fearlessness and indomitable belief, the so-called invincibility is a big joke.

You will always encounter an enemy who is stronger than you. When you have no retreat, can you really unleash your potential again?

In the extremely short battle just now, if he could interrupt Geralt's attack rhythm by being injured as soon as possible, even if he lost, it wouldn't be a one-sided defeat.

He didn't do that, so he was beaten until he had no way to fight back, and was finally nailed to the wall in shame.

In the electric battle, there will be no script! How can one person control all factors?

He found that his strength had improved greatly during this period, but his fearless courage had become less and less.

He thought about the night when the evil spirit manifested in his body. If he hadn't worked hard at that time, the fire of his life would have been extinguished at that time.

He doesn't want to face danger, and it is precisely this thought that will make him fall into real danger and despair when danger comes.

The gray fog is coming, and the evil god is resurrecting faster and faster. The world will eventually crawl in shadow, and fear and despair will become the norm in the world.

In the face of huge fear, we must maintain fearlessness and perseverance, abandon all cowardice and hesitation, and be able to persevere and conquer fear in this dark era.

The thought of not wanting to face danger is certainly due to subconscious fear and cowardice.

Croun felt that his body suddenly became lighter, as if a layer of invisible shackles had been taken off, and his heart was as clear as a mountain stream and a green pool illuminated by the bright sunlight.

When Geralt saw him standing there silently, he thought it was a huge blow to his self-confidence, and gently comforted him:

"Are you okay? Failure is nothing. You should be happy. I just used the witcher's secret technique of increasing speed. I thought I could kill you on the spot."

Allen ran over and gave the teacher a knowing smile.

Then, he clenched his fists and put them on his face: "Brother, it is more gratifying to recognize your true strength than to fall into false self-illusion. Come on."

"Haha, don't worry about me," Crown laughed heartily, "I suddenly figured out something, Mr. Geralt, come again."

His tone was high-spirited and uplifting, but where was the trace of depression after frustration? !

"Okay, a warrior should have this kind of vigor." The demon hunter took a few steps back, "Ellen, let us have a good discussion."

"Teacher, come on, brother, come on."

After the young apprentice cheered for both sides, he retreated to the edge of the field.

Geralt moved, like a silver bottle exploding and flying towards his opponent. His arms tensed up and he slashed downwards. His sword skills were: precise and heavy strikes.

He saw that his opponent was very high-spirited at this moment, and decided to use all his strength except the magic seal to give the opponent a true transcendent fighting lesson.

Uncharacteristically, Crown did not retreat to defend, but stepped forward to meet him with his sword raised.