Chapter 160 How do you know my name is Fredica?

Blood!

There's blood everywhere!

The dim candlelight flickered, and the small room was filled with a strong smell of rust.

A man in a black nightgown and a mask on his face, leaning on a long sword in his right hand, sat on a linen bed stained with blood, looking down at something quietly.

His name is Fredica, a demon hunter of the cat school.

He was the one who lit the candle.

Ordinary cat-school witchers can locate their targets by sound in the dark and fight under the dim moonlight, so Fredica can do it too.

It's just his hobby.

He liked to play with his prey under the light, liked to appreciate the drastic changes in emotions on the prey's face before death, and liked to smell the strong fragrance of blood and count down the remaining time of life.

It made him shiver with pleasure, far more than any cheap hallucinogen could ever give him.

How can we see such a beautiful time clearly if we don’t light the lights?

Think of this.

Fredica sniffed, took a deep breath, letting the fragrance in the room fill her lungs, then lowered her head and continued to admire her masterpiece.

Not far from the bed, an unknown Wolf School apprentice was lying on his back with his pupils horrified. He was lying in his own blood in fear, unable to move his body.

His mouth was gagged with sackcloth, the ligaments in his wrists and ankles were severed, and blood gushed out of his veins.

"You have about five minutes left!" said Fredica.

Years of experience have allowed him to make very precise estimates; if he says it will be five minutes, he won't make an extra minute or a second more.

The gaze, which was filled with complex emotions including hatred, fear, anger, timidity and hope, became even stronger because of his words.

"You are waiting for someone to rescue you."

This is a certainty rather than a question.

"Your mentor is next door, and he's been stopped by two demon hunters who are more powerful than me."

"As for the other apprentices like you, each of them was assigned the same opponent as you..."

Fredica's tone was very gentle, without any sarcasm or curses. Instead, he analyzed the situation carefully and slowly to the person on the ground, as if he was teaching an apprentice.

"They can't catch up!"

"But it doesn't matter. Your friends are definitely one step ahead of you on the road to death."

Upon hearing this, the despair in the eyes of the Wolf School apprentice on the ground increased, but then it turned into extreme anger and hatred.

Feeling this gaze, Fredica sniffed excitedly again.

He looked at his prey, whose face had turned somewhat pale, and a cruel and joyful gleam involuntarily flashed in his eyes. Just as he was about to say a few more provocative words.

He suddenly clenched his sword and turned his head to look out the window.

An equally childish face appeared in the dim candlelight.

The man glanced at Fredica, who was wearing a black nightgown, and immediately noticed the apprentice lying in a pool of blood. He turned his head and shouted in horror.

"Aylin!"

Then, with intense hatred and anger flashing in his eyes, he leaped into the room, sword in hand, and rushed towards the figure beside the bed.

Fredika did not panic, he even continued to sit on the linen quilt stained with blood.

He looked at the young figure that was blindly rushing towards him, blinded by anger, and the corners of his mouth curled up in an exaggerated arc under the black mask.

"Alin?"

"Is this your name?" Fredica glanced at Bonte on the ground, "Or is it the name of your mentor..."

"Or... which apprentice's name is it?"

"Dang! Dang! Dang!"

The continuous sound of metal collisions interrupted Fredica's slow words.

Fredica sat on the bed, holding the sword in one hand, and easily blocked Hughes' crazy attack.

"Your swordsmanship is good, but your power is too weak and your speed is too slow."

"It's OK to deal with those freshly graduated kittens, but to deal with me..."

"no!"

Fredica commented slowly.

Then he leaned back and lay on the bed, avoiding the long sword that was coming at him.

With lightning speed, his right foot kicked Xius in the abdomen.

"boom!"

Quinn's shield exploded, and the weak shock wave didn't even disrupt Fredica's figure.

I can't beat him!
Hughes immediately realized the problem.

He took a few steps back, stepped his feet into the pool of blood, stood in front of Bonte and added a Quen shield to himself.

"Well, nice seals and superb swordsmanship. No wonder those losers couldn't stop you."

"You should be the most talented demon hunter in your Wolf School, right?"

Fredica asked curiously as she slowly got up from the bed, sword in hand.

The enemy's contempt made Xius very angry, but the attack that was just resolved with ease was reminding him to calm down.

Bonte's breathing was getting weaker and weaker in his ears. He had to protect his companions before Ailin arrived.

After sorting out his thoughts, Hughes became more conservative.

The several attacks with Fredica were mainly probing, and once Quinn was broken, he immediately retreated and looked for a chance to continue the shield.

Ailin was coming soon, so he had to be careful and not let it become a burden to him like it had been during the mountain trials.

fortunately.

The enemy didn't seem to have much desire to fight, and would only glance excitedly at Bonte on the ground from time to time.

There was no fierce attack, nor was there any use of Bonte as a hostage to induce Hughes to reveal a flaw.

Instead, he took advantage of his shield being broken and seized the opportunity to leave a few shallow wounds on his wrists and ankles.

"He had a chance to kill me, but all he left were some shallow cuts..."

"This... this is just like a cat playing with a captured mouse."

Xius glanced at the blood on his wrist, and the thoughts in his mind immediately made him furious.

"Hughes..."

"Bunter! What happened to Bunter?"

Fred's panicked voice came from behind him, making Hughes breathe a sigh of relief.

really,

The next moment, a strong wind blew, and a slender figure holding a long sword suddenly appeared beside him.

It's Alin!
He frowned, lowered his head and looked at the wounds on Bont's limbs in the pool of blood, and then noticed the bloodstains in the same position on Hughes' body.

The raging rage suddenly surged up and flooded his brain.

This is massacre!

This damn cat-school demon hunter treated his companions as toys to be played with at will!

How dare he!
"Aylin!"

"Be careful! This man in black is not simple!"

Xius's solemn voice sounded, Ailin nodded and said:
"You and Fred, hurry up and help Bonte clean up his wound..."

"As for this..."

Ailin turned his head and looked at the Cat School Demon Hunter who was standing in front of them nonchalantly, looking at their conversation as if he had already defeated them. He gritted his teeth and said:
"As for this damn bastard, leave it to me!"

Xius nodded, took a few steps back, squatted down, and tore off a few pieces of cloth from his body.

"Qiang!"

The sound of violent metal clashing suddenly roared in the small room, and the sudden gust of wind blew ripples in the pool of blood flowing from Bonte.

"Wolf cubs, who allowed you to move my works without permission?"

Fredica's eyebrows on her cloudy cat pupils were twisted into a ball, and her eyes revealed dissatisfaction, irritability and anger, like a spoiled child whose favorite toy was suddenly taken away.

Wolf cub?
work?

What an unbearable name! The demon hunters of the Cat School are indeed a bunch of psychopaths and perverts.

Ailin's anger grew even more intense.

But he didn't intend to respond to Fredica's nonsense.

There is nothing to say to the lunatics and psychopaths of the cat school.

Bonte's health was not good and he needed a doctor urgently.

There was also the faint sound of swords clashing coming from the next room, and Vesemir didn't seem to be in good condition either.

"Quick victory!"

Ailin narrowed his eyes and made a casual assessment.

[Name: Fredica]

[Attributes: Strength 34, Agility 36, Constitution 23, Perception 33, Mysticism 13]

The strength and agility are similar to the previous cat school demon hunter.

Can hit!
After seeing the attributes of the fake witcher, Ailin's mind turned, and the cat's eyes, as blue as the sea, suddenly flashed a faint blue light under the swaying firelight.

Demon hunting!

"Qiang~"

Amid the harsh sound of metal friction, veins bulged on Ailin's hands, and he pushed the surprised Fredica away with all his strength.

"With such power...you are not a demon hunter apprentice!"

Fredica frowned, then took a step back lightly with the force, but she didn't expect that the next moment, Ailin would rush towards her directly.

"Dang! Dang! Dang!"

Aelin said nothing.

The continuous slashing was like a storm, making it difficult for Fredica, who had looked down on the wolf-faction witcher from the beginning, to resist.

This is the lesson that Ailin learned from the fierce battle with Brett. The wolf school two-handed sword emphasizes rotation and pace.

This sword technique is aimed at monsters whose strength and physique far exceed those of ordinary demon hunters.

Therefore, if you miss an attack, you must dodge quickly to avoid being attacked by monsters with extraordinary powers.

Wait for the right opportunity, then immediately turn around, accumulate potential energy with the sword, and increase the force of the next attack several times, in order to cause the greatest damage to the target with the least possible injury.

therefore.

This set of swordsmanship is incoherent.

Hit once and retreat, hit again and retreat again.

This works well against monsters, but it is a huge weakness against humans.

If you give up a step in a battle, you will miss the opportunity.

However, when dealing with human enemies wearing armor - whether leather armor or armor, using the power accumulated in the sword through the secret of rotation is either a complete waste or completely ineffective.

So from Brett's violent swordplay, Ailin learned the key to swordsmanship against people.

That is……

Suppress! Suppress! Suppress!

Suppression from beginning to end!
Don't give the enemy any chance to breathe or fight back.

Ailin also has skills like Demon Hunting. Even if he doesn't look for the opponent's weaknesses, as long as the battle lasts long enough and the number of hits is enough, he can still kill the opponent.

No matter who the enemy is, they will die.

Ailin's mind was fully focused on swinging the steel sword, pushing Fredica into the corner step by step.

The progress bar above Fredica's head kept increasing with the violent collision of the two steel swords.

[Demon Hunting] Progress 3%
[Demon Hunting] Progress 6%
……

Although there was no magical force field around the cat-faction witcher, his superb swordsmanship made it difficult for Ayling to cause any bleeding wounds on Fredica.

This makes the progress of [Demon Hunting] accumulate slowly, and it takes about thirty swords to fill up the progress bar.

but.

That's enough!

"Damn wolf cub!"

Fredica, who was completely suppressed, shouted angrily, seeming to be a little frustrated about being completely suppressed.

But Ailin could not see any panic in his eyes.

"Dang! Dang! Dang!"

Amid the violent sound of metal clanging, Ailin suddenly noticed that the Wolf School standard steel sword in his hand had small cracks on the blade.

In contrast, the steel sword in Fredica's hand was almost intact.

The steel sword in Aelin's hand is already the best steel sword in Kaer Morhen.

Even Vesemir's sword was of similar quality.

But it is still not as strong as the long sword of the cat-faction witcher.

Obviously.

Cats and wolves have very different requirements for the quality of steel swords.

Fredica found that he noticed the damaged details on the steel sword, and his cloudy cat eyes flashed with a fierce light, as if provoking Ailin.

Although due to the small size of the room and his momentary carelessness, he was completely suppressed by Ailin.

But the Cat School's deadly swordsmanship is not just a reputation.

"Qiang!"

"Qiang!"

"Qiang!"

Under Ailin's fierce attack, Fredica kept controlling the sword in his hand skillfully, blocking at the same place where Ailin's sword was.

He even deliberately increased his strength when blocking.

The gap in the middle of Ailin's sword was widening. It seemed that if they fought hard for a few more rounds, it would break.

This is a conspiracy.

In this narrow space, if Hughes and Fred join in, it will only make things more chaotic.

If Ailin retreated and changed swords, using the Quen Sign on his body to buy time, Fredica would be able to escape from the embarrassing situation of being suppressed.

If he did not retreat, at most ten more sword strikes would cause the Wolf School demon hunter to lose his sword and be killed.

therefore.

In Fredica's eyes, he had already won.

He even couldn't help licking his lips beneath his mask.

While blocking the incoming sword, he was looking forward to the panic and helplessness of this Wolf School witcher apprentice, whose skills were so skillful that they were a little weird, when he was bled.

"Hahaha!"

"Little wolf! Do you feel good when you chop?"

Fredica resisted Aelin's continuous attacks and laughed arrogantly.

"There is still a chance to beg for mercy. As long as you ask them to release my work and return it to its original state, so that I can fully appreciate it, I will leave."

"After all, my commission today is just to kill a demon hunter apprentice from the Wolf School."

"Since you have a pair of beautiful eyes, I can let you go."

"Just let me admire my past works." Fredica repeated softly, like the whisper of a devil.

Hughes and Fred roughly treated Bunter's wounds and looked at Ailin anxiously.

They all noticed something unusual about Ailin's weapon.

"It doesn't matter!"

A calm and gentle voice came out from the sound of metal clashing.

"Okay... then you should hurry up..."

The eyes on the black mask curved, as if smiling, but then he reflected, frowned, and said:

"What? What do you mean it doesn't matter?"

Ailin didn't reply. He looked at the progress bar above Fredica's head and swung his sword.

"Qiang!"

[Demon Hunting] Progress 93%
The gap in the middle of the sword is already the size of a thumb and may break at any time.

"Qiang!"

[Demon Hunting] Progress 96%
The tip of the sword shook slightly, and a crack seemed to appear in the middle.

A barely audible sound amidst the sound of the sword was caught by Fredica.

then.

The corners of his mouth stretched into an exaggerated arc, and his excitement could be felt even through the mask.

"I win!" thought Fredica.

"Qiang!"

[Demon Hunting] Progress 99%
"Crack!"

The long sword broke completely, and the front half of the sword brushed against Ailin's arm and was knocked away.

A bloody streak appeared on his right elbow.

"Hahaha~"

Fredica laughed wildly and stabbed Ailin instantly.

Quen's shield was shattered, and the Cat School Demon Hunter was slammed back towards the wall by the shock wave.

"You weird wolf cub, you're done!"

Fredica was excited. Following the huge impact, she stepped on the wall behind her with her feet suspended in the air like a feather, half a person's height.

The moment the knee bends to relieve the force, the muscles bounce violently.

Wielding the sword like a sharp arrow, he rushed towards Ailin quickly.

"No, you're done, Fredica!"

Ailin said softly.

The moment Quinn's shield was broken.

【Demon Hunting】Progress 100%.

Ailin followed the strange vision in his sight, took a step back and stepped on the red footprints, just in time to avoid the stabbing sword.

Then, holding the half-broken sword, he followed the vertical red line at the moment when Fredica rushed over.

Chop down hard.

Fredica's eyes widened in horror, but she cooperated very well and put her head in his line of attack.

"Pfft~"

The body and head instantly split into two and flew in front of Hughes, Bonte and Fred.

The splattering hot blood dyed the young faces of the three people red.

"thump!"

The body fell.

The loud noise woke up Bunter, who was lying weakly on Fred's lap.

The moment he opened his eyes, he saw the head of the demon hunter from the Cat School rolling on the ground. The corners of his mouth moved slightly, and he stared at him in a creepy way, saying:
"How do you know my name is Fredica?"

At this time.

After recovering from the demon hunting state, Aelin was about to walk over to Bont to check on his injuries.
The sudden mechanical sound in his ear made him stunned.

"Ding!"

[Monster "Demon Hunter" subjugation! 】

[Rewards settlement: …]

(End of this chapter)