Wizard: This witcher is not doing his job

Chapter 9 Powerful Quen Shield
The first round of competition came to an end with Wayne's victory. Vesemir did not show a happy expression on his face, but sighed.

He looked at the two members of the Wolf School who were frustrated because they lost money, and said:

"Geralt, Eskel, who of you will compete with Wayne next?"

After losing the fifty Oren that he managed to save, Eskel felt a little distressed. He turned to Geralt and said:
"I'll go to the second round, but, do you want to bet again, who will win this time, me or Wayne?"

Thinking of the 250 Oren he lost to Vesemir, Geralt gritted his teeth and said:
"Lambert should have underestimated the enemy just now. Although the little guy's sword is fast, if it was you, he should be able to handle it."

"Let's continue to gamble, bet on Wayne's win, pay one for one, and bet for you to win, pay one for two."

"Eskel, how much do you bet?"

The scarfaced witcher thought for a while, took out a ruby ​​pendant from his underwear pocket, handed it to Geralt, and said:
"This is a ruby ​​necklace I found in a ruin, it should be worth two hundred oren."

"I press myself to win."

Geralt whistled.

"Good thing, it seems that your harvest last year was not bad."

He reached for the necklace, swung it around, then turned to Vesemir:
"How about it, old man, do you still gamble?"

Vesemir folded his hands on his chest, turned his head and glanced at Geralt, snorted and said:
"Put all the three hundred orens I won just now on Wayne."

"However, if I win later, you don't need to give me six hundred Oren. I guess you don't have that many coins with you."

"This winter, I'm going to teach him how to cook witcher potions."

"When the time comes, you will take him into the forest and teach him how to collect herbs and body tissues of monsters."

Geralt breathed a sigh of relief when he heard that he was not required to pay the gambling debts. He nodded at the old witcher and said:
"No problem, old man, even if you lose, I will take care of it."

After Wayne rested for about ten minutes, Escal ignored Lambert, who had been complaining beside him, and stood opposite Wayne with a steel sword for training.

Due to a battle in the early years that left this man with a terrifying scar on his face, coupled with the status of a demon hunter who was discriminated against by many unscrupulous people, compared to other demon hunters, Eskel seemed more silent.

He picked up the steel sword, put on a defensive posture of wolf school swordsmanship, and said to Wayne in a deep voice:
"Go ahead, little one."

"I will use all my strength to deal with you."

However, Wayne, who was standing opposite him, did not put on a combat stance immediately, but made a pause gesture to him, turned his head and shouted to Vesemir:

"Teacher, I hope that the next two competitions can use the power of the seal."

"Fayin is also part of the strength of our demon hunters."

Vesemir didn't agree immediately, but turned to look at Eskel, and after the scar-faced witcher nodded, he said to Wayne:

"Yes, child, you can use the power of the Sign."

"But we are all companions, you have to be careful."

Wayne nodded respectfully to his teacher, then turned to look at Eskel, and exchanged glances with the silent senior witcher.

He stretched out his left hand, twisted his fingers, and made the spell-casting gesture of Quen's seal. A few seconds later, under the blessing of his eighth-level seal skill, a net shield made of mana covered his body.

Although this shield does not look much different from the normal Quen shield, only Wayne knows that under the effect of his special professional specialty, powerful spellcasting, this layer of Quen shield has already consumed almost half of the chaotic magic power in his body.

Eskar on the opposite side didn't know this. After he added a layer of Kunn shield to himself, he put on the defensive posture of wolf school swordsmanship again.

The second competition officially started. This time, Wayne did not rely on his high speed to attack. In the previous battle training, he had already figured out Eskel's information. He is probably the most conservative swordsman in the wolf school.

Unlike the fiery Lambert and the talented Geralt, Eskel is very calm in both character and fighting style, and will no longer be caught off guard by his speed like Lambert in the previous competition.

So in this competition, Wayne decided to use a strong attack.

He held the steel sword tightly in both hands, and with steady steps, he approached the defensive Eskel step by step.

After both sides entered the opponent's attack range, Wayne decisively took the lead in swinging the steel sword, adopting the most suitable downward slashing posture, and slashed towards Eskel with all his strength.

Bang!The two swords collided, and sparks flew everywhere.

The palm of Escal's sword holding the sword was slightly numb, and he retreated, with a flash of surprise in his eyes.

Wayne's slashing power is much greater than he imagined, it's not like he said, strength is weak.

However, this level of strength is still within the acceptable range of Eskel. He relied on his powerful unloading skills to fight Wayne for two moves, and then took the opportunity to knock Wayne's steel sword away, causing a loophole in his defense.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Eskel turned around and kicked Wayne's Quinn shield violently.

However, unlike Eskel's expectation of breaking Quinn's shield, he kicked hard on the shield without causing any damage. A layer of faintly visible shield firmly resisted his attack, and did not even hinder Wayne's attacking posture.

Eskel's eyes were fixed, and without thinking, he rolled on a donkey on the spot and rolled to the other side of Wayne, dodging several swift and violent slashes, and the Kunn shield on his body was also shattered in the process of rolling.

However, before Eskel stood firm, Wayne made a spell-casting gesture with one hand, and the powerful Quen shield condensed on him immediately expanded rapidly, and then exploded instantly.

It directly blasted Eskel, who was still standing still, and slammed it on a wooden dummy.

This sudden attack made Eskel unprepared, and the powerful explosive force made him unable to adjust his posture at all. When he suppressed the pain in his body and wanted to stand up, Wayne's blade had already stopped in front of his throat.

The two looked at each other, Wayne smiled and put away the steel sword, he stretched out his hand to pull Eskel.

The scar-faced witcher rubbed his chest, and said with some emotion:
"What's the matter with this trick?"

"Your Quinn shield seems to be much harder than ours? Can it explode?"

Wayne turned to look at Vesemir and Geralt, scratched his head, and said:

"I seem to have a talent for the seals, and I can strengthen my various seals by using more chaotic magic power."

Hearing this, Eskel looked at Wayne's handsome face, which was not much different from that of an ordinary boy except for the amber cat pupils, sighed, and said with some envy:
"It seems that you, like Geralt, are the kind of talented people."

"I lost, Wayne, your strength is no less than that of most demon hunters."

Expert-level task: [Leadership] 2/3 completed.

(End of this chapter)