Chapter 306 Getting Serious

After deciding on the format of the duel, the two demon hunters casually picked up a practice sword from the sword rack nearby and stood at both ends of the training ground.

Looking at Arestor, who had a full beard and dark golden cat-like eyes with a fighting spirit so hot that it seemed that even one side could feel it, Ailin's mind moved.

[Name: Aristo]

[Attributes: Strength 57, Agility 57, Constitution 69, Perception 71, Mysticism 39]

Aristo's attributes are not much different from Vesemir's. Except for the strength which is four points higher, which is quite considerable, the other attributes are similar. The mystical attribute is even three points lower.

After Ailin underwent the transformation of the Way of Beast Roar yesterday, his four attributes of strength, agility, perception and mysticism actually surpassed Aristo.

However, he did not think that he would definitely win the duel.

After all, Ailin had once identified Chief Soi.

The five-dimensional attributes of the Wolf School's Grandmaster are similar to theirs, except for the mystery, the difference in each attribute is less than five points.

But in actual combat.

Even though his attributes had suddenly improved a lot, Ailin couldn't do what Grandmaster Soi did in Ban Ade, dismembering several large monsters using magic shields with ease.

The Demon Hunter is not a monster, and it is difficult to tell his true combat power at a glance from the panel.

Aristo's attributes are actually the limit of a demon hunter's natural growth.

Without external conditions, such as the help of essence and purifying spirit, it is difficult to continue to improve.

However, skills such as swordsmanship and magic seals will not stop just because the growth of attributes stagnates. Instead, they will become more sophisticated and powerful as they grow older.

And these cannot be seen from the outside.

"Let's give it a try first!" Ailin thought, "We'll know after a real fight."

He was also very interested in what level his strength was at among the Wolf School's masters.

"Prepare!"

Vesemir's refereeing voice rang out, interrupting Arryn's thoughts and causing the chattering apprentices around him to quiet down and look toward the training ground expectantly.

Under the gloomy dark clouds, the mountain wind howled.

The two demon hunters in the training ground looked as if they were cast from the same mold.

Bend your thumb and index finger slightly and draw an imaginary triangle in front of your body.

Quen's Seal.

A pale golden light flashed across the leather armor of the two demon hunters at the same time.

However, the pale golden light that flashed on Ailin's body was obviously brighter than that of Arestor.

Immediately afterwards, Vesemir didn't need to say anything else.

As the light flashed, the two demon hunters rushed towards each other.

To Aristo, battle is battle.

All concerns and compromises are things that need to be considered before and after the battle.

But during the battle, he only needs to consider one thing - winning!

So he didn't plan to hold back.

Not only because it is disrespectful to both sides of the battle.

Moreover, if Ailin couldn't even block the first sword, then he could only blame himself for being too arrogant, being blinded by past glory and unable to see his own strength.

Waking him up with a crushing defeat with the sword would actually be for his own good.

It is a big taboo for a demon hunter to rush forward recklessly without knowing the enemy's strength.

Those unreasonable monsters are not as easy to talk to as he is.

What you will pay at that time will be the price of your life.

"call--"

The swift speed seemed to be fighting for control of the strong wind, causing the air to wail.

The hair of the apprentices around them was blown all over the place by the sudden strong wind, and they could hardly open their eyes.

He squinted his eyes and looked over eagerly.

The afterimages of the two witcher masters have intertwined.

"Qiang!"

The fierce sound of metal clashing resounded throughout Kaer Morhen, almost puncturing one's eardrums.

The first moment the two steel swords collided, Aresto felt something was wrong.

The power transmitted by the steel bridge, how come... how come it seems to be stronger than him.

not right...

Aristo frowned and took a step back using the force.

The moment his right foot touched the hard ground, he quickly exerted force and stepped forward.

The force flows along the bones and muscles and reaches the tip of the sword in an instant.

"Qiang!"

The swords collided again.

But it's not over yet.

With the force and inertia from the trampling, Aristo did not retreat anymore, but instead kept moving forcefully towards Ailin's center line.

"Qiang!"

"Qiang!"

"Qiang!"

The attack of the steel sword in his hand became more and more fierce as the footsteps got closer, as fierce and continuous as the blizzard in Kaer Morhen in the cold winter.

The momentum was growing stronger and stronger, forcing Ailin to retreat step by step.

"Something's wrong!"

Aresto was not happy about the continuous advantages, but frowned.

He looked in disbelief at Ailin, who was struggling to hold on under the force of his sword but was able to take every blow steadily.

This Wolf School... no... the youngest witcher master among all the witchers is actually stronger than him in terms of strength.

Don't think that Ailin retreated sword by sword because of his attack, but that was under the continuous attack, and his swordsmanship could not support him to fully exert all his strength.

But Aristo, who is a master of swordsmanship and familiar with every move and every style of the Wolf School's two-handed sword, and even every subtle point of force, how could he not judge the limit of Ailin's strength from the reaction force from the steel sword?

And it's not just strength.

From the trembling of his wrist, his steady steps, his sharp reactions, and even the strength of Quen's seal at the very beginning...

Every physical quality of Ailin has reached the limit of a demon hunter.

"How did you do that?" Aresto didn't understand.

He can be a genius in alchemy, swordsmanship, and even in spells and seals, and he can quickly surpass his peers and even predecessors.

Every Demon Hunter Master is a prime example of this point of view.

But why can a demon hunter's physical fitness be improved so quickly within half a year, directly approaching the demon hunter's limit?

This was beyond Aristo's understanding.

Although Ailin was extremely talented in potions, he did not believe that this was the effect of the potion.

He had drunk twenty servings of the water ghost's heart essence before it enhanced his strength by a tiny bit.

For demon hunters like them whose bodies are already extremely strong, they almost need to experience it carefully to feel it.

There is no magic potion that can increase a witcher's strength from just meeting the standards of a mature witcher half a year ago to what it is now.

It is absolutely impossible.

After all, the stronger the physical fitness, the slower the natural improvement of the demon hunter.

At their level as Demon Hunter Masters, it was already great not to regress. But...

Arestor gave Aelin another confused look.

Real examples were fighting him again in front of him...

Unbelievable!
It's incredible!
"Qiang!"

After another sword strike, Aresto used the reaction force to quickly retreat a few steps and create some distance.

Although Ailin had been under pressure during the attack and defense just now, the defense was surprisingly tight.

Not only his physical fitness, Ailin's swordsmanship has also improved greatly in the past six months.

It's just not as exaggerated as his physical fitness.

Such a high intensity battle.

The drain on Aristotle's physical energy is far greater than that on Aelin, and it will definitely not be good for him to continue like this.

and.

Such a rough attack was just to test Ailin's strength. After getting the result, there was naturally no need to waste so much energy.

At this time.

"Hiss-hoo-hoo-hoo-"

The first wave of attack and defense came to a temporary end, causing the witcher apprentices who had been holding their breath around the training ground to gasp for air, as if they were almost suffocated to death.

"Master Arestor is so strong that Captain Ailin is basically being suppressed..." an apprentice whispered.

"Did you see it clearly?!" The apprentice beside him was extremely surprised.

He just saw two shadows approaching each other at a very fast speed, and then separated not long after.

I had originally wanted to learn the powerful swordsmanship from my predecessors, but I didn't expect that I didn't even get to see how Captain Ailin and Master Aristo swung their swords, and it was over for the time being.

His companions in the same period could actually tell who was at an advantage and who was at a disadvantage.

This made him doubt himself.

"No!" the apprentice said confidently.

"Then why did you..."

"Because Captain Ailin is currently in a very backward position, he must have been beaten over by Master Aristo..."

"Shh!" Erni, who was standing in the front row of the apprentices, turned around and glanced at them.

Not only did the two apprentices who were gossiping shut up immediately, but even the other apprentices around them stopped discussing.

It seems that Erni has a high prestige in this small group.

"Captain Ailin is already very strong to be able to fight like this," Erni explained with a frown after the surroundings quieted down. "You have to know that Captain Ailin is only fourteen years old, while Master Aristo is probably several hundred years old."

"With such a huge age gap, Master Aristo was unable to break Captain Ailin's defense even during his active attack."

“Isn’t this amazing?”

The two apprentices looked at each other in bewilderment when they heard this.

Now that you put it that way, it seems to be true.

But it’s only been half a year and Captain Ailin has been able to stop Master Arestor. If he is given another year or two, he will definitely defeat Ares in one move...

Do not!
Maybe he can defeat Chief Soi, who can slay a dragon, with one move!
Thinking of this, the apprentices around him nodded with pride and looked at the figure who was breathing slightly in the training ground with admiration.

At this moment.

"Is there a possibility?" another voice suddenly came from the apprentices, "Master Aristo is not unable to break Captain Arryn's defense, but he did not exert his full strength, so he let Captain Arryn..."

The words have not yet fallen.

Erni frowned and turned around eagerly to see who was causing trouble and slandering Captain Ailin's reputation.

But before he found that person.

The voice added: "After all, look at Master Vesemir. His expression has not been very good."

Upon hearing this, everyone looked in the direction of Vesemir.

really.

Vesemir had a worried look on his face, and even though the apprentices were making a lot of noise, they didn't alarm him.

Both eyes were fixed on Ailin in the training ground.

There seems to be... a bit of resentment in his eyes?
The apprentices looked at each other, then glanced at Erni, Kral, and the other five demon hunters from the Demon Hunting Corps without saying a word.

Everything seemed to be just as the apprentice said.

Otherwise, why does Vesemir's expression look so bad?
they do not know.

The reason why the current Demon Hunter Master looked unhappy was not because Aelin's strength was not as good as expected, and certainly not because of the five bottles of old rules.

But he didn't understand.

Why did Ailin give up the sure-win strategy and make it into this ugly situation?

Thus.

Wouldn't all his efforts to trick Aristo be completely in vain?
Do not!
Not only will it be a waste, it will also cause unknown negative effects.

"Why? Is Arryn proud because of all the victories and glory he has gained along the way?" Vesemir frowned.

For him, this was more heartbreaking than losing five bottles of expensive Dongzhidong.

"But this is not like how Aylin used to be!"

The Demon Hunter Master narrowed his eyes and stared at the figure in the training ground.

"Erin, you're great!" Aristo suddenly spoke, interrupting the random thoughts of those around him.

He looked at Arryn who was standing alert not far away, and he admired him more and more, and was also more and more jealous of Vesemir, the lucky bastard.

After being suppressed for a long time, with almost no chance of a comeback, his expression and aura were as calm as a mountain...

Even not far away, some apprentices began to doubt his strength, question his status, and shake his authority...

He remained alert as always, and did not get carried away, rushing to attack and prove himself...

It's hard.

Especially for a demon hunter of Arlin's age.

Face is more important than anything else.

At least Aristo felt that he could not be so calm, even if he was thirty, forty or fifty years old. Maybe he might not be able to do it even now.

So he admired Ailin very much, and admired Ailin more and more, until his blood boiled and his heart beat like thunder.

Therefore, Aristo decided to go all out, even if the outcome could be decided by the next strike of the sword.

As for whether this would reduce Ailin's prestige in the Demon Hunting Corps, he didn't care.

As long as he has the support of the corps, the lost prestige can be easily restored and even raised to a higher level.

"I have to be serious!" he reminded.

Then he took a deep breath, adjusted his muscles and bones to the most suitable position for exerting force, looked at Ailin, and waited for him to fully recover.

"Sure enough!" The apprentices beside the training ground whispered loudly, "Master Aristo was just giving in to Ailin..."

Erni, Klar and others didn't know what to say at this time. They could only clench their fists and stare at the figure they admired.

Vesemir had a blank expression on his face, but his hands were gripping the wooden railings of the training ground with such force that veins bulged.

But no one expected...

When Ailin heard Arestor's warning, he was stunned for a moment. Instead of concentrating and holding his breath, he was...

Laughed.

"In that case, I have to be serious too."

(End of this chapter)