Chapter 269 Offensive and defensive changes
When you first learn the Quen Seal, your shield may be weak because you are not familiar with the seal.

But now with Vesemir's strength, even if Arryn stood there and let him chop him, he would have to hit him with at least four or five sword strikes before his shield would break.

of course.

Aelin also needed two or three attacks to break Vesemir's Quen shield.

After all, this seal is meant to defend against the monster's extraordinary power. If a witcher, whose power is far inferior to that of the monster, can break it, then what's the point?
Therefore, even in a duel with real swords, the demon hunter can ensure his own safety.

"Could it be to test my control over power?"

If you don’t understand, just ask.

"Why not just use a real sword?" Ailin asked curiously.

Vesemir was stunned for a moment, then rolled his eyes in annoyance:
"You use the divine sword Balmer, and I use an ordinary steel sword?"

"How can we compete?"

The demon hunter was silent for a few seconds after hearing this.

Right.

I almost forgot that Vesemir only exchanged for a silver sword, the steel sword was just an ordinary piece of stuff.

As for the steel sword that Aelin had exchanged for Balmer, it was recovered by the Kuhn family's merchant ship at a discount of two hundred orens.

But to be honest, Ailin has never tried Balmer until now...

“Don’t worry, I noticed it when I first came here…” Vesemir waved his stick, making a whirring sound. “Behind the library, there’s a large area of ​​red pine trees, and they’re all old.”

"This is one of the hardest trees in the northern continent."

"So feel free to use all your strength. These two sticks won't break that easily."

“Of course…” Vesemir bent his thumb and index finger slightly, and drew a triangle in front of him. A faint golden light flashed by, “No matter what kind of battle it is, we must release it first…”

"Quinn's Seal..."

Ailin answered skillfully, then retracted his right hand that had released the seal and grasped the long stick.

A golden light flashed on his body, which was brighter than the one on Vesemir.

Seeing that the witcher did not reach for the reagent bag, Vesemir asked curiously: "Aren't you going to try your new potion?"

“No hurry…” Ailin twisted his right wrist and made a sword flower. “Try my sword first.”

Then he thought about it and gave the Demon Hunter Master an appraisal.

[Name: Vesemir]

[Attributes: Strength 53, Agility 57, Constitution 69, Perception 70, Mysticism 42]

Then open the character panel again.

[Name: Ailin]

[Attributes: Strength 51, Agility 42, Constitution 58, Perception 47, Mysticism 59]

Of course, it is impossible to use Demon Hunting when fighting with Vesemir.

But the difference in this attribute...

Maybe you can win!

But it would take some skill, Ailin thought.

Try the sword first… Vesemir smacked his lips when he heard what Arryn said.

He accurately received the implicit... no... almost explicit arrogance in this sentence.

My apprentice thinks he can defeat me, having only been down the mountain for less than half a year...

The witcher master narrowed his dark golden cat eyes and stared at Ailin, just like the leader of a wolf pack staring at a daring challenger.

Although when it comes to hunting monsters, Vesemir had to admit that he was indeed not as good as Arryn in some aspects.

but……

but!

He is not a monster, not one of those stupid creatures that can only howl and attack based on instinct.

In the more than one hundred years since he passed the mountain training, he had experienced more battles in his life than Aylin had eaten salt.

The blood of the monsters and bandits who died under his sword was enough to flood the entire Ancient Sea Fortress.

The corpses could pile up into mountains.

What gave Arryn the courage to defeat him without using some strange potion...

Do not……

Even if I use it, I will definitely be the winner in the end!
definitely is!

"Then try it!"

Those four short words were filled with murderous intent. Ailin's keen perception made his hair stand on end instinctively, and he put away the panel.

His gaze was fixed on the demon hunter master who had a fierce look in his eyes.

He relaxed his fingers and let out a sigh of relief.

Their eyes met and sparks seemed to fly.

Just at this moment.

The wind stopped.

A few dark green pine needles fell from the blue sky and landed at the moment when the two demon hunters' eyes met.

"boom!"

The air between the two people was suddenly compressed into a strong wind, blowing the pine needles into the sky again at several times the speed.

After the clear crash, there were three consecutive hits.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Arryn and Vesemir were like a pair of mirror images, their attacking and swinging sticks were extremely similar.

Even the error in the points where the two sticks were hit was less than a millimeter.

Then followed an extremely similar retreat, spin, and chop!

"boom!"

Then he spun around and chopped again.

The tender green grass on the ground was crushed to the point of squeezing out juice due to the fierce fight between the two men.

Repeat this four times.

Both of them have almost exactly the same pace, swing angle, and attack position.

It seems like there will never be a winner.

But is it really so?

At least Arryn didn't think so, because he could feel Vesemir...

Slowly speeding up!

He swung the stick faster and faster, and his footsteps became closer and closer.

boom!
boom!
boom!
……

Gradually, the solemn and expressionless Demon Hunter Master became like a towering blue mountain, slowly, steadily, and unstoppably crushing him bit by bit.

This kind of breathtakingly powerful aura was something he had never experienced before when he teamed up with Vesemir to hunt.

"We can't go on like this!" Ailin swung his hand back hard to block the fierce attack of the witcher master.

"The gap of more than ten points in agility, physique and perception is still too big..."

Although their strength was the same, Ailin found it difficult to defend against the high-speed slashing attack brought by his high agility.

The gap in perception not only made it impossible for him to find opportunities to counterattack, but also allowed him to be attacked at his weakest point almost all the time.

If this continues, he will definitely lose within five rounds.

“We must find another way!”

Thinking of this, Arryn glanced quietly and saw Vesemir's spinning movement.

Then, pretending to do the same as before, he used all his strength to split Vesemir's stick.

Take a natural step back.

Then the muscles in his right calf suddenly tensed up, and his right foot stepped down hard. The huge force caused the dark soil and grass residue to splash backwards quickly.

But it was silent.

It was as if all the strength was absorbed by the soil and Ailin's body.

at the same time,

This huge reaction force also allowed Ailin to quickly approach Vesemir within two steps.

The tip of the long staff was pointing directly at the witcher's heart.

Suddenly, it was so close that Ailin could see the witcher master. His cheetah-like dark golden pupils dilated slightly, as if he was surprised by his sudden change of action.

But then.

Vesemir calmly put away his stick and tried to block the blow nonchalantly.

"Too hasty!" he thought.

Then looking at the young witcher's chest, Vesemir knew that as long as he could block the attack.

Ailin was left wide open, but his long stick bounced back and hit him in the heart.

The next moment.

Wait until Vesemir's stick reaches the position.

Right now... Ailin held his breath, his azure cat pupils suddenly widened, and his right wrist, which was holding the sword with both hands, trembled.

The tip of the stick that was stabbing lightly at the witcher's heart swayed slightly like an antelope's horn, almost brushing against the stick that Vesemir was holding in front of his chest, and quietly changed direction.

Wrist stab!

This is an advanced skill unlocked after the Cat School two-handed sword reaches LV5.

Because he usually deals with various monsters, this is the first time he has used it in actual combat since he obtained it.

The tip of the staff pierced the air and stabbed straight for Vesemir's protruding Adam's apple.

"Won!"

The corners of Ailin's mouth curled up slightly.

But he didn't expect the next second.

Vesemir's body suddenly grew two centimeters taller like a bamboo.

"what!"

As Ailin screamed, the tip of the stick pierced the collar of the Wolf School master's mail.

Because the power of the long stick was mostly weakened by the wrist stab, it was involuntarily stuck in the steel ring of the mail.

Can neither advance nor retreat.

The Quen sign on Vesemir's body only lit up indistinguishably.

not good!

Ailin knew something was wrong at this point, but it was too late.

Vesemir twisted his wrist and stabbed again, hitting the leather armor on his chest hard.

The golden light flickered violently.

"I lost!" Ailin was not a person who would not admit defeat, so he admitted defeat very straightforwardly.

But he didn't quite understand.

How did Vesemir come up with the idea of ​​suddenly jumping up a notch?

This is not as simple as suddenly raising your toes.

On the one hand, it comes suddenly, from the sudden change of the stick tip to the impact, the whole process may take less than one tenth of a second.

It takes time for the attacked to react, time to come up with a response, and even time to control the body to respond.

These three factors combined make this tiny movement almost impossible.

unless……

"Why learn something else but those scums from the cat school?"

Vesemir frowned.

The stick tapped Aelin's chest hard.

Quinn's shield flickered again.

The Demon Hunter Master seemed very dissatisfied with the fact that he did not use the orthodox two-handed swordsmanship of the Wolf School, but instead learned the dirty swordsmanship of the Cat School.

Do not!
Not only does it seem like that, it’s even more than just dissatisfaction!

It was full of disgust and resentment, as if Aelin had just crawled out of a cesspool.

Vesemir really hates the Cat School...

Ailin verified this truth once again, and then asked curiously:

"Master Vesemir, what did you just do..."

“Didn’t I tell you?” Vesemir retracted the stick and stuck it into the ground. “I almost died at the hands of a cat school scumbag.”

"So during those years I was always thinking about how to deal with their despicable swordsmanship."

As he emphasized the word "despicable", Vesemir looked at Arryn with a look of disappointment on his face.

This... shouldn't be the case... Ailin was rarely looked at by the witcher master with trash eyes, so he was a little uncomfortable, so he changed the subject:
"And then you thought of it?"

Vesemir nodded and said with some contempt:

"The so-called advanced techniques that the scum of the Cat School derived from the school's swordsmanship are mostly fancy and flamboyant."

"But the end result is the same: deceiving the opponent's eyes and limbs at the expense of strength and speed."

"So this kind of shameless swordsmanship is very useful against ordinary people who are unprepared."

"But when you encounter a monster blessed by magic, a well-prepared demon hunter, and a well-equipped knight, you will become a court jester..."

The words have not yet fallen.

Ailin couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

The cat school is almost dead, and yet they still use a dirty word in their sentence and don't forget to whip the corpse...

Vesemir's resentment towards the cat-faction witchers is really deep!
"... Just like the sword you thrust just now..." The Demon Hunter Master continued to criticize, "It's easy for anyone to dodge as long as they react."

"If the power of your stick had not been weakened too much..."

Vesemir pointed to the spot on the mail where Arryn had stabbed him.

"That stab of yours will definitely not get stuck. If you use a real sword, there is even a great chance that the opponent will be seriously injured. At least he will not have a chance to fight back..."

But if I didn't have this skill, I wouldn't even have a chance to hit him...

The witcher muttered to himself.

All I can say is that Vesemir is worthy of being the youngest witcher master besides him.

The strength is indeed strong.

The witcher master continued to criticize Arryn's cat-school skills for a while, until the sun was high in the sky and a faint noise came from the library.

He suddenly seemed to remember something, glanced at the sky, and said:
"Do you still want to test the effects of the potion? It's getting late, come quickly!"

Ailin finally freed his ears and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Danglang~"

Amid the slight clinking of glass crystal bottles, the witcher took out two bottles of potion, one red and one blue, under Vesemir's curious gaze.

Then, without hesitation, he drank it down with two gulps.

Less than a second passed.

Ailin's temples bulged slightly, and dark blue blood vessels bulged outward from his eyes, followed by the whites of his eyes slowly turning icy blue.

However, Vesemir did not make a fuss like Lysa. Instead, he watched Arryn's changes with interest, feeling the subtle changes in his aura and strength.

This is not surprising, after all, the Wolf School originally had a potion called "Monster Hunter Potion".

The effect of drinking that potion is really exaggerated.

Paled face.

The pupils and whites of the eyes turned completely black like a demon.

The entire body is covered with bulging black blood vessels like a centipede.

Compared to that, Ailin's look is considered fresh and clean.

"What are the effects of these two potions?" Vesemir asked curiously.

Ailin put the empty bottle away, wiped his mouth with his right hand, curled his lips, and glanced at the Demon Hunter Master provocatively:
"Wouldn't you know if you try it?"

Vesemir was stunned for a moment, laughed, and shook his head helplessly.

He took two steps back and pulled out the wooden stick that was stuck in the ground.

He swung the stick twice casually to shake off the dirt on the tip of the stick.

follow closely.

Without any prior warning, he stepped on the ground, turned around and chopped at Ailin's head.

"Whoo~"

The stick tore through the air, making a whistling sound.

It was not until the stick was only half a meter away from the young witcher that the witcher master's voice reached his ears: "Then try it!"

"boom!"

A soft sound.

The pale golden light flickered alternately between light and dark on the deep red leather armor.

"Ok?"

The Demon Hunter Master looked blankly at the empty grass and his empty hands.

"Whoo~"

"laugh!"

A wooden stick was inserted diagonally into the soil...

(End of this chapter)