The Divine Hunter

For the next month, Roy devoted himself to training swordsmanship and crossbow shooting every day, receiving hormone therapy, and taking all kinds of strange medicines. He lived a hard and fulfilling life.

Although he has not gained much experience, he has further explored his own attributes, and his body has also begun to adapt to the toxicity of various hormones. The influence of hormones on his temper and personality has gradually weakened. He even enjoyed it, enjoying the kind of power full of unknown tired feeling.

He had a hunch that there was something hidden in his body—a cocoon, or a force that was quietly accumulating and growing strong.

Until the whole trial process is completed, the hidden things will be broken into butterflies and fully revealed.

...

After a month of training, the witcher's teaching difficulty has increased.

In the courtyard, Roy pursed his lips tightly, stood upright, with his feet shoulder-width apart.

"Old rules, five types of swordsmanship, with footwork, basic hacking, stabbing, dragging, and rehearsal..."

Hearing that, the boy suddenly took a step forward with his left foot, his toes pointed forward, and his right foot turned 45 degrees outwards to form a T-step.

It's just a simple posture, but it is full of mysteries: the upper body is upright, the center of gravity falls between the legs, and the feet are in a T-step, so that the front, back, left and right can be kept balanced; the knees are slightly bent, and the limbs can be moved easily and smoothly; The sword is not sluggish or misaligned due to stiff shoulders.

He placed the hilt in the direction of his back foot, below the waist on the right side, with the blade slanted upward, the point of the sword pointing directly at the witcher's throat.

The sword and body form the shape of a plow.

A flash of cold light flashed in Roy's eyes, the blade quickly slashed a sword from right to left, stepped forward with his right foot, and turned into a new front foot after an alternate step.

After a sword is split, the training sword is switched to the left waist, forming a new plow position...

...

Then the boy demonstrated the top position, bull position, low position, and tail position one by one... The five positions were converted into each other, and they were chopped, stabbed, and dragged. The standard of action was like using a ruler. Measure it out.

"Very good, you haven't been lazy during this time." The witcher nodded with a look of approval, and then asked, "Remember what I said? Why do you only teach the basics of swordsmanship, but not specific swordsmanship?"

"For ordinary humans, witchers are much more flexible, and only the most basic sword moves are enough to subdue them..." The young man replied in a loud voice.

This is easy to understand. When the physical fitness completely overwhelms the opponent, the simplest moves are the most efficient and deadly.

"When the opponent is a monster, fancy swordsmanship can't do anything, only speed, strength, experience and on-the-spot reaction can decide life and death!"

Five standard starting positions, basic footwork, and basic sword moves allow the sword-wielding witcher to give full play to their physical advantages.

No need to worry about advanced skills such as listening to the sword, wrapping the sword, and capturing the sword.

After all, most of the targets of witchers' crusade are monsters.

"What's the point of swordsmanship?" Leto began to test his theoretical knowledge,

"Don't simply block!" Roy replied neatly, "You must counterattack while blocking, or use the opponent's strength to counterattack."

"And in the face of powerful monsters," the teenager said after a pause, "don't try to block..."

The words of the witcher flashed through my mind—no matter how strong a person is, it is impossible to completely block the tail of the dragon lizard, the claws of the griffin, the pincers of the giant scorpion with a single sword...

"Replace all blocks with dodges and rolls."

...

"Face me, observe my movements, posture, the direction of my muscles... Now in front of you is a blood-thorn corpse-"

A witcher in black leather armor, half squatting and landing on all fours, imitating the stance of a monster.

The boy with the sword on the opposite side seemed to have received some kind of order, took the witcher's words, and slowly described the characteristics of the monster,

Simultaneously around the witcher, moving laterally in alternating steps,

"The blood thorn corpse, a kind of ghoul, resembles a ghoul but is much larger in size, with three bone crowns on its head, and it is extremely powerful and responds quickly. Turning and fleeing in the face of it is tantamount to suicide; its fangs The hardness of the sharp teeth is not weaker than that of steel, and it cannot be matched head-on, the weak point—”

The voice came to an abrupt end, the boy bowed slightly, opened the T-step with his feet, and held the hilt of the sword slightly above his head—the side of the back foot—the sword tip locked onto the witcher’s face like a compass, and made a standard The bull is on the move.

The latter swooped down with a muffled roar.

The fallen leaves on the ground were lifted up by a strong force, and the "monster" rushed forward to the young man like a raging bull, his claws with knotted muscles clasped forward.

For a while, the violent wind ruffled the black hair that was scattered all over the latter's head, and the training sword lightly touched the witcher. Roy turned his body with the momentum of the left toe as the center of gravity, and escaped dangerously. After the grapple, he dropped his right foot lightly to the side by inertia,

"Just now!"

The back of the "monster" was exposed, and the training sword swept through the air like a gust of wind, poking at the arteries on the back of its neck!

There was a crisp clashing sound with a "bang", and the armguard swung backwards to block the blade, holding it tightly!

Roy didn't have time to abandon his sword and was knocked into his arms by the opponent - the witcher threw him to the ground like a giant ravaged a doll.

The ground trembled amidst the huge muffled sound, and Roy, who fell on his back, was pale and white, clutching his chest in pain, as if his internal organs had been knocked out of place.

"Cough cough... It hurts so much every time, can't you be gentler?!"

"Pain can make memory last!" The witcher was still holding his body, and when he heard the words, he leaned into his ear and joked, "I'm not a sorceress, and I don't even drink milk when I act like a spoiled child. Fourteen deaths."

"Cough... that's enough, be careful I tell Coral what you said." Roy recently learned a new way to deal with the big man, "I'm curious if she will flush you into the sewer when she is angry?"

The witcher's eyelids twitched, he let go of the boy, and clapped the dust on his hands, "Actually, I'm doing it for your own good, and now I can live longer after dying a few more times."

During this period of time, the big man pretended to be water ghosts, evil ghosts, Qiqimo, little fog demons and other monsters to fight against him. Whenever he seized the opportunity to win, the opponent would defeat him with faster speed and greater strength. his hope.

"But you can't cheat all the time!" Roy stood up and touched the waist of the leather jacket, where he didn't know what to do, and opened a big hole, "Every time he suddenly uses illegal power, he keeps hitting me. Self-confidence, you are not afraid that I will be knocked down!?"

"The Roy I know is not such a weak person! Don't waste time, keep training!"

The two played a few more popular "role-playing games", and it was no surprise that Roy was still being abused.

Until he couldn't get the slightest strength, he lay upright on the grass in the courtyard, looked up at the bright sky, and took a deep breath.

Unusually, the witcher didn't force him, with a complicated look in his eyes, he sat down beside him and was silent for a moment.

Seemingly inadvertently asked, "Little brat, I remember the miracle you performed on the last section of the Smirk Mine - the injuries that were enough to kill suddenly disappeared... Can you still do it now?"

The witcher's amber pupils showed eager anticipation and apprehension - if Roy can activate this ability during the trial, there is no doubt that the chance of survival will be greatly increased, and it is almost a sure thing to pass the green grass trial.

This... Roy looked embarrassed.

In recent days, he has been completely filled with training and testing medicines. He can only take a very small amount of time every day to go hunting in the mountains near the Temple of Meritelli. After all, he is not a professional hunter. The wild beasts in the mountains are very cunning. Experience points, the current witcher lv4 (1300/2000).

It was undoubtedly an extravagant hope to get the level-up experience before taking the herbal medicine, and he was also worried about it. It really doesn't work, you can only ask the sorceress to slow down the whole process until she is full of experience.

But can this kind of thing be revealed to the witcher, telling him his cards?

Roy thought about it, the other party has already seen his special features, so why keep it secret and deceive himself.

"Unfortunately, I'm afraid not... Everything in the world has a price, and the ability to replace death in the mine has extremely harsh activation conditions..." He used a vague language to describe this trump card.

"What conditions?"

"To save my own life from death, I have to replace it with another life - I must kill a large number of animals, monsters with my own hands..."

The boy deliberately concealed humans, otherwise he would appear too evil.

After listening to the witcher, the dull face showed no change, but the slightly trembling corners of his eyes still revealed his uneasy mood.

"I understand."

He replied dully, and a gleam of light flashed in his pupils.

"This is the end of today's training, let's find coral!"

Roy turned around—

At the entrance of the courtyard, the sorceress was smiling gracefully and beckoning to this side.