Wizard: This witcher is not doing his job

Chapter 8 Lambert's Surprise
The next day was sunny and fine, and it was also a good day for fighting.

Last night, Wayne made a bold statement that he would challenge Geralt, Lambert, and Eskel, the three brothers of the wolf school, to prove that he already has the strength to become a teacher.

Vesemir, the witcher mentor, agreed to his request.

After breakfast, Lambert has been impatiently urging everyone to go to the training ground, ready to start the competition.

He is a short-tempered person, and now he is full of thoughts, to teach his young junior a good lesson, let this ignorant demon hunter apprentice, give up his illusions, and stay in Kaer Mohan to hone his skills, instead of rushing down the mountain and dying in some unknown monster's lair.

In the training ground, Wayne and Lambert stood facing each other, while Vesemir, Geralt, and Eskel stood on the periphery of the training ground with great interest.

The sullen Geralt even made a bet with Vesemir and Eskel on who would win.

"Bet Viveen to win, one loses three."

"Bet on Lambert, two for one."

"How about it? Do you want to bet, at least fifty Oren."

Eskel couldn't help grinning when he heard the minimum bet, and said in a muffled voice:

"It seems that you have made a lot of money this year, Geralt? You are handsome and you are popular."

"However, I also have a little money left, fifty Oren. I bet Lambert, he has been a witcher for more than 60 years, and he should not lose to a child."

Geralt smiled, then looked at Vesemir, and asked with great interest:
"Well, old man?"

"Do you want to take a gamble too?"

The old witcher snorted softly. As the person who had been with Wayne the longest, he knew very well that although this young half-elf was still immature, he was generally very measured in his actions and rarely did things he was not sure about.

Just like all the training tasks he assigned in the past, even if it was difficult, Wayne would do his best to complete it with quality and quantity, as if he would get some important reward for completing his verbal tasks, full of action and determination.

This was one of the reasons why Vesemir valued this witcher apprentice so much.

"I bet Wayne would win."

He took out a money bag and threw it into Geralt's hand, carefully analyzing and saying:
"I know Wayne's talent very well. He rarely does things that he is not sure of. I bet he wins."

Geralt opened the purse and saw that there was a hundred Oren inside. Thinking of the odds of three to one, he immediately felt bad.

Although White Wolf is considered to be one of the more unrestrained demon hunters, as an old fritter who likes to eat, drink, prostitute and gamble, his expenses are much higher than ordinary demon hunters.

Thinking of his wallet, he quickly turned his attention to the training ground, and prayed in his heart that his good brother would work harder and not capsize in the gutter. .

At this time, the battle between Wayne and Lambert also began.

Lambert, with short hair and a sneering smile on his face, held an unopened steel sword and danced a few sword flowers. He assumed an offensive posture of wolf school swordsmanship, and said to Wayne:

"Hey! Kid Wayne, it's still too late to admit defeat, I really won't show mercy."

Wayne took a deep breath, held the steel sword and assumed the attacking posture of the wolf school, showing a serious smile, and said:

"Brother Lambert, I'm about to start attacking. Just to remind you, my speed is very fast."

After saying this, Wayne exerted all his strength, his figure turned into a thunderbolt, and he rushed to Lambert in the blink of an eye.

The steel sword in his hand danced at a high speed, and turned into three afterimages that could not be seen clearly, and directly stabbed Lambert's throat, chest and wrist.

Lambert and the onlookers, Vesemir and the others, were shocked immediately, because Wayne's speed at this time far exceeded his usual performance during training.

Although demon hunters are known as superhumans, their physical fitness has not reached the level of monsters, at most it is two or three times that of ordinary people.

Bang!Bang!Bang!Steel swords collided.

Facing the swiftly stabbing blade, Lambert remained calm in the face of danger, and he was not a vegetarian with decades of combat experience. He swung the steel sword and accurately blocked Wayne's three stabs.

However, before he had any counterattack, more attacks enveloped his body, and Wayne's sword skills were like a storm, precise, swift, and continuous.

For a moment, the sounds of the two steel swords striking each other became one, clanging, and there was no pause at all.

"Lambert was suppressed by Wayne."

Outside the arena, Eskel was a little stunned. He turned to Geralt and asked:
"What's going on, why is the little guy so fast?"

"The speed of swinging the sword has far exceeded the time when we became apprentice demon hunters."

Geralt also had a serious face and didn't answer. He already felt that the Oren coins in his pocket were about to leave him.

Sure enough, the confrontation like a storm lasted for about 2 minutes, and Lambert was in a state of being suppressed the whole time. Facing Wayne's attack aimed at the vital point, fine sweat even appeared on his forehead.

You must know that defense consumes far more energy than offense. Wayne's sword speed at this time is almost the fastest that Lambert has encountered in these years, and it is continuous. Just after blocking this sword, another sword has already stabbed towards other vital points.

This made him dare not be distracted, so he could only resist with all his might.

However, long-term defense is bound to fail. When Wayne saw that Lambert's physical strength had declined, he immediately aimed at a gap, feinted a move, and rushed into Lambert's arms with force with his feet.

When Lambert wanted to hold back his strength so as not to hurt Wayne's shoulder, an unopened steel sword was firmly pressed against his throat.

Seeing this, Lambert smiled wryly, put down the steel sword in his hand, and muttered:
"Damn it, boy Wayne, you swing your sword too fast, even abnormally fast."

"Just like the cat school demon hunters recorded in the books, their sword skills are very suitable for dealing with humanoid creatures."

"Could it be that your mutation is special?"

Wayne smiled slightly. Indeed, although every wolf school demon hunter is a master of swordsmanship, their swordsmanship is designed to deal with monsters after all.

Unlike those knights or swordsmen, they were created specifically for war and fighting, so they were caught off guard when faced with Wayne's rapid attack.

Today, Wayne's swordsmanship level has reached level five, and the effect is to increase the power of his swordsmanship by 25%. This is not an ordinary improvement, but an all-round enhancement of a quarter of his original swordsmanship level.

Coupled with his professional specialty, cat agility, which increases attack speed by 20.00%, it is no wonder that all the demon hunters present were shocked by his attack speed.

Wayne turned his head to look at the other members of the Wolf School, thought for a while, and explained:

"I'm not too sure, it should be the elven blood in my body that played a role."

"It's made my reflexes faster and faster, but the growth in strength has been lacking."

"I plan to practice archery in the future. I have a hunch that I should also be very talented in archery."

Lambert was taken aback when he heard this. For so many years, demon hunters have used bombs, crossbows, traps, and often poisoned, but very few people used bows and arrows.

This thing requires more technology and maintenance of weapons, and it is not very convenient to carry.

However, he didn't think too much, instead he sighed, turned to Vesemir and said:

"Old man, I lost."

"Wayne's sword skills have been recognized by me."

Expert-level task: [Leadership] 1/3 completed.

(End of this chapter)