Chapter 307: Sapphire Flashes Ominous Red Light

Hearing this, Aristo was stunned.

The area around the training ground suddenly became noisy.

The apprentices were whispering, mostly arguing about who was favored or not, and who would win or lose.

The state of Erni, Kral and the other seven members of the Demon Hunting Corps suddenly changed from negative to excited.

In Kaer Morhen, perhaps except for a few people like Vesemir, they are the only ones who know the magic and power of Arryn.

Even Vesemir did not understand certain aspects of Arryn's true strength.

for example.

As if it were a divine revelation, their understanding of the skills suddenly rose to a higher level, a special phenomenon they named "Devil Hunting Eyes Gaze".

This is closely related to the leader Ailin.

In the first half of this year, the seven people tried countless times to trigger this effect when Aelin was not in Kaer Morhen.

They even united to ask Master Aristo to take them to hunt rare monsters such as wraiths and mist elves around Kaer Morhen.

It is unknown how many common monsters like water ghosts they have killed.

But not once!
No matter how high-level the monster being hunted was, the "Gaze of the Demon Hunter's Eyes" was never triggered again.

This made Ailin's image in their minds more mysterious and powerful in the past six months, with repeated failures.

If it weren’t for this self-strategy.

How could a leader who was the same age as them and had been away for much longer than he had been here make them believe in him so much?

She was even willing to spontaneously defend him and speak for him during that awkward moment.

therefore.

While the other witcher apprentices were still in doubt, Erni, Klar and seven others firmly believed that the final winner would be their Captain Arlin.

However, they were not in a hurry to refute the doubtful voices coming from around them.

Instead, he watched the commotion among the apprentices with a certain sense of prophetic superiority and memorized some of their faces.

of course.

These faces make up only a tiny fraction of the apprentice population.

The effect of the water ghost's heart essence on improving the survival rate of the Green Grass Trial, the reform of the mountain trial with a very high mortality rate, and the superior effects of sword oil, new sigils and potions in actual combat, etc. There are too many traces of Arryn in Kaer Morhen.

Since that batch of witcher apprentices, all subsequent generations have benefited from Arryn's existence.

Just more or less.

It is precisely because of these traces.

Although most of the apprentices had never enjoyed the "gaze of the Demon Hunter's Eyes", they all had a good impression and gratitude towards Ailin, a senior whom they had never met.

otherwise.

The apprentices were only two or three years older than Ailin, but they were all at the competitive age.

Having just heard the slanderous words against Ailin, it was impossible for them to avoid it on purpose, and they just communicated with each other through eye contact.

of course.

There are definitely voices of deliberate denial, instigation, and jealousy.

All living beings are diverse.

As long as the forest is big, there will be all kinds of birds.

Vesemir felt relieved when he heard Arryn's declaration of counterattack.

"Yes, drinking the Giant Ghoul decoction and the blizzard is not enough now. As long as Aelin asks, Arestor will definitely not refuse." He thought to himself.

But waited for several seconds.

Vesemir discovered that Ayling showed no sign of moving toward the sidelines.

"what happened?"

"What is Aelin thinking?"

After being stunned, Aristo was also thinking about this question.

Could it be that when fighting with him, this young and immature-looking younger man actually still had the mind to conserve his strength?

Thinking of this, the anger of being looked down upon suddenly rushed from the heart to the brain.

"Hmph~" Aristo snorted coldly, "Then let's try..."

The words have not yet fallen.

Aristo stomped the ground hard, like a tiger enraged by its prey, rushing down the mountain, and rushed towards Arryn again with the howling mountain wind.

The ferocious and angry face quickly enlarged in Ailin's blue pupils.

This speed is much faster than what Aristo showed in the previous round.

The distance of at least twenty meters between the two demon hunters was quickly crossed in a flash.

However, although he looked extremely angry, Aresto was extremely calm in his heart.

Although Ailin's words were too arrogant.

But judging from his past record, he is capable of giving Aristo a surprise.

Potions, tools, sigils, swordplay...

Where does his confidence come from?

The brain works quickly, thinking.

The dark golden cat pupils observed back and forth at the knees, abdomen, wrists, and shoulders, unwilling to miss any changes.

"Shh-"

The sound of the wind was like a ghost, whistling in my ears.

Aristo had already rushed halfway and had not found anything special.

His opponent faced his unstoppable charge, like a demon hunter who had just come down the mountain and was frightened by the sight of a demon spirit, and stood there motionless.

"Is Ailin bragging?"

A thought flashed through my mind and disappeared quickly.

He didn't believe that the witcher praised by Vesemir would be as useless as his apprentice Sally.

Countless guesses and countermeasures were screened out in my mind in a very short time.

At a certain moment.

Aristo had a flash of inspiration.

"Could it be that this kid needs time to build up his confidence?"

When this thought came to mind, Aristo's eyes suddenly lit up.

Yes.

Thinking of the Ice Spear Spell, which required a long chanting process compared to ordinary seals, Aresto felt he had found the key.

The force under his feet increased again, and the speed that was already like an afterimage accelerated again.

Due to the tremendous force, the sandy and gravel ground of the training ground was lifted up.

Small pieces burst out backwards, and then due to uneven air resistance in mid-air, they quickly turned into misty smoke and dust.

Extraordinary momentum.

Although I really want to see what makes Ailin so confident, he acts too arrogant.

I actually wanted to keep something for him.

Thinking of the nonchalant expression on Aelin's face after he had reminded him, Aresto became furious.

At this moment.

He was within five steps of Aelin.

"You lose, Aylin!"

Taking advantage of the huge inertia of rushing forward, Aristo's front toes just lightly touched the ground.

The whole person was like a tornado that was full of energy, spinning with a fierce wind.

It was only during the first turn.

"boom!"

The tip of the steel sword pierced the air, making a sonic boom, and turbulent airflow wrapped around the sword.

Look past.

It seemed as if even the hardest steel was twisted because it could not bear such a force.

And this is just the first turn.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

Two consecutive steps, also followed by two spins.

Due to the intense friction with the air, the tip of the sword even glowed red, like a branding iron burned red by a blazing flame.

This is the unique skill that Aristo has developed from the Wolf School two-handed sword and is very proud of - Spinning Slash.

It was with this unique skill that he killed his first large monster, the Fork-tailed Dragon.

But at that time he could only take one step forward and turn around twice.

Now as I grow older, my physical fitness no longer improves as fast as when I was young, but the improvement in skills brought about by the years is immeasurable.

Actually.

Even now, the three steps and three turns are still not his limit.

But he couldn't improve it any more, as the normal Quinn shield couldn't stop his attack, and he was afraid that he wouldn't be able to hold back.

Although he was somewhat unhappy with the demon hunter in front of him, Aristotle had no intention of killing him.

"call out--"

Amid the explosion, the tip of the sword was already covered with a layer of hazy white mist that flashed red light.

It cut through the air and slashed down suddenly.

With one last turn, Arestor quickly looked into Ailin's eyes, ready to control the force and deflect the direction of the sword at any time.

He thought that when Ailin saw the sword coming down, he would at least be subconsciously panicked, if not terrified.

but.

When his eyes met the pair of azure cat eyes, he found that it was even calmer than the Killer Lake under the majestic snow-capped mountains, and there was no disturbance.

why?
Aristo was stunned for a moment, feeling unbelievable.

But the sword did not stop.

The misty wind carried by the sword had already taken the lead and blew Ailin's hair away, scattering it behind him.

then……

When the tip of the long sword was less than a meter away from Ailin...

Aristo saw a red light suddenly flash in the azure pupil.

When he thought it was some kind of illusion and was about to move the tip of his sword...

"boom--"

A pressure stronger than that of a fork-tailed dragon suddenly erupted from in front of him. The strong sense of crisis made Aresto's hair stand on end, adrenaline was secreted, and his heart subconsciously pumped a large amount of blood.

The power of the long sword held in both hands suddenly increased a bit.

not good!

When Aristo came to his senses, he had no time to think about where the sudden strong pressure came from.

The long sword whistled and struck at the childish demon hunter in front of him with unstoppable force and a speed that even he could hardly control, as if he was determined to destroy everything in front of the sword at all costs.

By the time Aristo wanted to take control, it was already too late.

but……

Do you really need him to control it?

"Om~"

The school emblem on his chest trembled madly.

A giant monster covered with golden hair suddenly appeared in front of him.

Compared to him, Aristo felt like he was just an ant.

"Yir..."

The moment we saw the giant monster, everything in heaven and earth seemed to resonate with a strange roar.

Majestic.

next moment.

The illusion is not over yet.

A huge force like an avalanche distorted the air and suddenly crushed over him.

Aristo resisted subconsciously for only a moment before he was instantly flung away and thrown back into the smoke and dust he had raised when he came.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

After taking two consecutive steps and turning around, he finally got rid of the force and the inertia of his own spinning attack.

Before Aristo could clear away the smoke and dust and see clearly what was happening.

"...ulr..."

Another strange roar sounded from very close.

Furious and savage.

The strong pressure suddenly disappeared at the same time as the roar appeared.
But Aristo felt creepy instead, a chill penetrated directly from his coccyx to his scalp.

The huge smoke and dust in front of me covered the sky and surged like waves, as if some terrible monster hidden in the fog was about to appear.

"Damn it!" Feeling his heart trembling slightly, Aresto cursed in his heart, "Am I afraid?"

He wanted to deny this idea, but he had to face the strong feeling of disconnection and strangeness coming from all parts of his body.

It was as if he had returned to the time when he was still an ordinary witcher apprentice. The witcher cult was falling apart, and only a few people in the entire school were looking for a place to hide under the leadership of Chief Soi.

But he didn't expect to encounter a bloody and terrifying giant dragon on the road.

Under the might of the dragon.

It seemed as if every part of his body had its own thoughts, and the shame of not obeying his control was still fresh in his memory after hundreds of years.

For many days after the Red Dragon was killed by the Chief, he forced himself to stand in front of the giant dragon, whose terrifying head was twice as tall as him, and look directly into its damn dragon eyes that exuded oppression.

Only then did he recover from his shock.

And now.

The disappearance of the pressure actually brought him a different sense of fear.

"Alin, what did you do?"

A thought flashed through my mind.

Aristo's nerves were stretched to the limit, and he could no longer endure the vague fear of confronting the unknown terror.

The magic power in the body flows rapidly.

Bend the middle finger of your right hand and push it forward suddenly.

Alder Seal.

The strong wave blew away the billowing smoke and dust in front of his eyes, revealing the empty brown ground, and the witcher apprentice in the distance who was caught off guard and had his face covered with sand, but still tried his best to open his eyes and look at the training ground.

Vesemir was also standing there, looking at him in surprise.

"Where's Ailin?" Aresto was stunned.

next moment.

"call out!"

A violent sound of breaking air came from behind.

When did it run behind you?
Why didn’t I feel any movement?
……

The moment he heard the sound of breaking air, countless thoughts flashed through his mind, but his body was too late to react, so he could only try his best to turn his head and look.

But before he could turn around completely.

"boom!"

The irresistible force directly hit the quadratus femoris, shattering Arestor's Quen shield.

A pale golden glow of magic flickered.

"Chi~"

Before the shock wave of the shield-shattering explosion could erupt, Arestor was directly pulled out of the field by the force, piercing through the whistling air and shooting straight at Vesemir, who was staring wide-eyed on the sidelines, like a sharp arrow.

The scenery on both sides passed by quickly, leaving afterimages.

The force actually held back when it hit the Quen Seal, and did not destroy Arestor's control over his body.

Therefore, he had the opportunity to adjust his body and stop in mid-air.

But the stubborn Aresto did not seize this opportunity. Instead, he adjusted his posture, trying his best to look back even though his center of gravity was completely unbalanced.

He wanted to know who had defeated him.

Without any simple logical reasoning or subsequent inquiries, right at this moment, he saw "him" with his own eyes for the first time -

The one who defeated him unexpectedly without him being able to notice or fight back.

then.

He saw it.

Under the thicker smoke and dust, the gray and hazy place is difficult to identify...

The sapphire flashed with an ominous red light that was seductive and furious...

(End of this chapter)