Chapter 158 The First Battle between Cat and Wolf

"An old wolf and four cubs. I saw them walk into the inn with my own eyes." The man reported after approaching.

"Ah."

The man in black nodded and turned to look behind him, at the other men in black who were moving crookedly and in a disorderly manner.

"Are you all ready?"

"Tsk~" The man in black, who was leaning against a tree with his legs crossed, sneered, "What's there to prepare for? He's just an apprentice."

"By then, they will probably be in their sleep... Tsk tsk... dying in a sweet dream might not be a bad thing, so they won't wet their pants out of fear and cry for their moms."

"Hahaha~" The four men in black around laughed when they heard this.

They also have a lot of dissatisfaction in their hearts.

The youngest of them, who had been witchers for four or five years and were experienced witchers who had killed at least twenty or thirty people, were forced to kill a few wolf cubs that had just emerged from their cradles.

Who are you looking down on?

"The most uncomfortable thing is that after killing a few apprentices, I have to wear this suffocating nightgown. Is it necessary? It's just a matter of one or two swords."

The man in black crossed his arms and pulled at the thick black cloth on his body, complaining.

"Yeah, how about we swap, Guksat."

A teasing voice came from the tree, and a man in black who was sitting firmly on the branch of a big tree looked down at the man in black who was leading the group.

"I'll deal with the old wolf, and you deal with the cubs... hehehe... I've been wanting to try out the skills of those old fogies for a long time."

"Give me a chance, Guksat."

"Fredica! Brett!" The leading man in black shouted, "Have you forgotten what Treis said before you came here?"

Hearing the name of the leader of the Cat School, the Cat School witchers named Fredica and Brett had a flash of fear in their eyes.

"Humph!"

They snorted coldly and didn't make any more trouble.

The other two men in black also shrugged and stopped talking.

"The night clothes are just an excuse. It doesn't matter whether those demon hunters of the Wolf School discover our identities. After the commission is completed, someone will naturally help us cover it up."

"As for whether the commission is simple or not? Killing a wolf cub will earn you 200 Auren. Where can you find such a good business?"

"Aren't you willing to do it?"

The lead witcher shouted soothingly.

Hearing 200 Orens, the expressions of the Cat School witchers, including Fredica and Brett, relaxed a little.

"Don't worry, Guksat. As long as you and your little follower can trap the old wolf, it will be easy to catch a few little wolf cubs." Fredica said.

Guksat nodded, not caring about the tone of the few people.

All witchers of the cat school are so sloppy and neurotic.

With the exception of the school's grandmaster Treis, they are hostile to everyone, even if they are all "companions" of the same school.

In other words, they were actually full of hostility towards Treis, but because they had been beaten too many times, they did not dare to expose it.

"You can cut off your arms and legs, but you must keep a living wolf cub to participate in the competition. Do you understand?"

"Will the Big Eater continue to hold the competition even though there is only one little wolf?" Brett asked curiously.

"This is none of your business. The bounty for killing the little wolf is divided equally anyway." Guksat said lightly.

The fewer people who know about the deal with the king, the better.

Up to now, only he and Grand Master Treis knew that Haxo was going to deal with the Wolf School.

of course.

I guess the other demon hunters of the Cat School don't care about this either.

All they need is money, women, and hallucinogens to dull the pain of mutation.

really.

Brett said "huh" and didn't ask any more questions.

Guksat glanced at the demon hunters, looked up and forgot about the sky, and said:

"Okay, decide who will release the water, and then find a random place to meditate."

"As soon as the night deepens, the hunt begins!"

……

The moon has set.

The long, dim and dark street was so peaceful and quiet that only the faint snoring of the villagers in their sleep could be heard.

"Rustling, rustling~"

A faint, almost inaudible noise came from outside the closed window.

The meditative young witcher suddenly opened his blue cat eyes.

what sound?
In the middle of the night...are these wild cats and dogs running around?
Reason told the witcher that this small town near Ban Ade was very safe. It was not like the remote villages that were visited by zombies and water ghosts from time to time.

Even due to the presence of the king's personal guards, there are very few thieves.

But an inexplicable feeling of uneasiness surged in his heart, making the young demon hunter particularly irritated.

With his heart beating faster, the demon hunter didn't think much and quietly stood up in the lightless darkness and grasped the silver sword.

At this moment.

"who!"

A loud roar came from the next room.

"It's Vesemir! There's something wrong with that strange noise!"

Ailin quickly circulated his magic power and drew a triangle with his right hand slightly bent.

Quinn's Seal!

A faint golden light circulated, and the young witcher took out a bottle of cat's eye potion from the reagent bag beside the bed and drank it.

The moment the potion takes effect.

"Om~"

The wolf emblem on his chest trembled suddenly, and Ailin pulled out Elsa violently.

"boom!"

The wooden windows of the hotel were suddenly shattered by a shock wave.

The masked man in black rushed in nimbly and swiftly following the debris from the broken wooden window.

This familiar fluctuation and effect...is it the Alder Seal?
Ailin felt a chill in his heart.

Moreover, this kind of power cannot be wielded by ordinary demon hunters.

"Who is it!" he shouted, and slashed at the man in black with his sword.

Since the visitor is an uninvited guest, there is no need to be polite.

He must get rid of the enemy as soon as possible and rush to Hughes and the others.

Hopefully, Bunter and Fred managed to meditate successfully tonight.

Otherwise, it would be dangerous to be attacked suddenly like this, even with Vesemir's warning.

"Qiang!"

There was a clanging of metal and countless sparks flew out from the place where the two swords collided, faintly illuminating two pairs of similar cat eyes, one blue and one yellow, in the darkness.

The two pairs of eyes looked at each other in surprise at the same time.

It seemed that no one had expected that this fight would be evenly matched in terms of strength, timing and technique.

"It's indeed a demon hunter! Who are you?"

Ailin then took a step back due to the reaction and immediately threw an appraisal shot.

[Name: Brett]

[Attributes: Strength 36, Agility 39, Constitution 16, Perception 34, Mysticism 26]

Stronger than him in strength, agility and perception!
But his physical condition is still so low after the Green Grass Trial!

That’s right, this demon hunter is definitely a squishy one from the cat school.

Only these half-baked demon hunters who have not obtained the complete mutation formula will have such low physical fitness due to the incomplete mutation of the trial.

Moreover, the apprentice fighting competition between the Wolf School and the Cat School is just around the corner, so there is motivation.

This was a premeditated attack, and they were the target!

……

On the other side, unlike what Arryn had imagined, Vesemir roared and reminded the young witcher.

There was no fierce battle in the Demon Hunter Master's room.

They just confronted each other in silence.

"What does the Cat School mean by this? Do you want to start a war between the two schools?"

What Arryn could see, Vesemir could naturally see as well.

The bright cat eyes and the strong and disgusting stench of death on the body.

Even with his eyes closed, Vesemir could tell that the two people in front of him were from the Shame of the Witcher...

The cat school is full of robbers, killers, cowards, and people who only know how to hunt their own kind and take money from the pockets of the dead in a despicable way.

The two demon hunters from the cat school were not surprised to hear that their identities had been exposed.

They were like two black statues, standing by the window with swords in hand, just looking at Vesemir without saying anything.

Of course Guksat wanted to get rid of the man in front of him, but he was different from those arrogant young men of the Cat School who had been drugged by strong hallucinogens and didn't know who they were.

He knew that the one who could lead the apprentices to participate in the competition held by the King of Kaedwen must be a witcher master recognized by many witcher schools.

Actually.

Before they even got close to the inn, the oil lamp in the Wolf School witcher's room lit up.

As soon as I walked to the door of the hotel, I heard a loud shout coming from the room.

So, at least in terms of perception, he was no match for this wolf school demon hunter.

Perception and agility are what a cat-school demon hunter is most proud of.

Moreover.

The target of the commission is the Wolf School apprentices. They just need to delay the Wolf School Demon Hunter Master for a while.

Clang!
Screams mixed with the clanging sounds of swords clashing came from outside the window.

After a little thought, Wessermiel's eyes suddenly widened with anger.

He finally understood why these two people stopped here.

"You scum of the Cat School actually did such a dirty thing just for a victory in an apprentice competition."

"Don't you feel ashamed?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Vesemir clenched the steel sword in his hand, stomped the ground hard, and rushed towards the two men in black with a gust of wind.

……

"Hehehe~"

“It seems that Guksat was unlucky and found the wrong place. I didn’t expect that the old wolf would be in my place!”

Brett's eyes flashed with a burning fighting spirit. He deftly swung his sword in a sword flower and rushed forward again without any warning.

Guksat?

Old wolf?

This witcher must have mistaken me for Vesemir!

Yes, even though the Cat School often accepts commissions to assassinate humans, they can adapt to the darkness and engage in fierce battles through the demon hunter's keen senses.

It doesn't mean that you can see his face clearly in this environment.

With the help of various essences in the past few months, his height has reached about 1.7 meters, and he no longer looks like a normal 14-year-old child.

Ailin's thoughts raced.

With a sudden swing of Elsa, she moved to the right, and the stabbing sword was naturally pushed aside.

Then he instinctively wanted to spin around, just like he usually did when hunting monsters, accumulating the power of his rotation to kill with one blow.

However, he didn't expect that as soon as he took a wrong step, the sharp blade of the cat-faction demon hunter flashed with a sharp cold light and quickly enlarged in front of his eyes.

Oops!

He forgot that in the eyes of the Cat School Demon Hunter, the secret of the Wolf School's two-handed sword - rotation, is a huge flaw.

But this is not the first time that Ailin has faced danger.

He quickly raised his right elbow and blocked it in front of him.

"boom!"

There was an explosion.

The moment the sharp blade slashed Ailin's right elbow, a golden light flashed.

Quinn's shield suddenly shattered.

The sudden shock wave mixed with pale golden magic fragments caused the cat-faction witcher to lose balance and fall backward.

Ailin cast another Quen shield on himself and stepped forward with his left and right feet, ready to pursue the victory.

Unexpectedly, the Cat School Demon Hunter suddenly bent back along the center of imbalance, touched the ground with both hands and gently bounced like performing an acrobatic move.

After a smooth backflip, he stepped lightly onto the windowsill, instantly widening the distance between the two of them.

What was even more impressive was that his feet landed on the narrow windowsill without making any sound and his body didn't even shake.

"Because the founder was a half-elf, the Cat School's fighting characteristics were inherited from the elves, and swords can be wielded skillfully and quickly."

"In order to develop such dexterity and stability, the demon hunters of the Cat School have been practicing tightrope walking with their eyes closed since their apprenticeship days..."

Looking at Brett's movements, which were as smooth as a wild cat and even pleasing to the eye, Vesemir's introduction to the Cat School style suddenly emerged in Ailin's mind.

"Hahaha~"

A slightly uncontrolled laugh interrupted Ailin's thoughts.

Brett, the demon hunter of the Cat School, stared with his cloudy yellow cat eyes, twirled his sword nonchalantly, and said excitedly:
"As expected of the Wolf School, the orthodoxy of the sect with orderly inheritance is different from us unrecognized street cats."

"We only know how to use the signs Quen, Alder and Igni, but you can already change the form and nature of the signs."

"Hehehe...this is really enviable!"

"only……"

Before he could finish his words, Bradshu let gravity lean forward, then bent his knees and stomped hard on the narrow windowsill.

Click!

The wooden window was already broken and shattered, and under this sudden and huge force, even the wooden frame was kicked away.

"It's just that your swords aren't fast enough, nor accurate enough!"

With an angry roar, a black figure holding a long sword that was shining with cold light rushed over again like a black hurricane.

"call!"

Ailin let out a long breath and looked at the demon hunter whose vision was sharpened and rapidly magnified under the perspective of the cat's eye potion, without any hesitation.

Demon hunting!

He knew that as long as he used this skill, it would determine life or death.

But he had no choice.

When he first started fighting, and even before the fight, he had imagined the scene of facing the Cat School in a fighting competition.

He hesitated and thought about whether to absorb the notorious cat school witcher.

After all, both the Wolf School and the Cat School are demon hunters.

In the original novel, after the Wolf School was destroyed, other schools including the Cat School also could not escape the same fate.

All schools of witchers should be natural allies.

Therefore, fundamentally speaking, the Cat School and they have a common enemy and can be absorbed into the group.

But now, he changed his mind.

A swordsman's sword is an extension of his thought.

The bright cold light in front was aimed at all the vital points on Ailin's body that could be hit.

"This demon hunter from the cat school wants to kill me!"

The sword of Brett, the demon hunter of the Cat School, spoke his mind.

Aelin, who is also a demon hunter, received it, so...

"Qiang!"

Gold and iron echo.

[Demon Hunting] Progress 3%
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(End of this chapter)