boyutpedia Chapter 13 Defeating
Chapter 13 Defeating
Alwin bent down, stepped onto the wooden stake, and ran quickly toward the windmill dummy.
With the amplification of "Dual Soul," all senses are brought to their full potential.
In sight, the three pendulums emitted a sharp, rapid whistling sound.
Alwin raised his sword to parry, the blade deflecting the first side-attack pendulum.
Turn forward and rotate your wrist.
Faster, faster!
The [Water Ghost Mutant] brings a speed boost.
The training sword cleaves horizontally to open the second side-strike pendulum.
The open view was quickly filled by the oncoming third pendulum.
Alwin quickly lowered his body, the pendulum whistling overhead, making his hair fly wildly.
It was just one step away from hitting the windmill dummy.
Alwin's heart raced, but he didn't look up.
With a slight twitch of his ears, he heard the sound of air currents carried by the windmill dummy's wooden stick, coming from afar and then from afar, chaotic yet rhythmic.
Alwin focused his mental energy intensely, simulating the attack trajectory of the windmill dummy in his mind.
The gaps between the wooden sticks became increasingly clear.
His gray cat eyes suddenly flared, and the muscles in his arms bulged.
Right now.
A full-force thrust!
"Zzzzt!"
The longsword pierced the air, its sharp edge striking the magic stone on the neck of the windmill dummy.
"Click!"
The smooth surface of the magic stone began to crack under this powerful blow.
"Buzzing!"
The windmill dummy stopped swaying and continued to make noise.
The chains extending from the tower suddenly tightened, rapidly pulling the swinging pendulum into the air.
Silence fell over the scene.
"Huff... huff..."
Alwin could only hear his own breathing.
[Wolf School Witcher Swordsmanship Experience +20!]
A system notification sounded.
Alwin gripped his sword tightly, puffed out his chest, and almost let out a long howl.
I gained 20 experience points in one go, that's awesome!
This visual power-up was like a poison, constantly motivating and tempting him.
"He finished..."
Geralt murmured, his eyes filled with disbelief, and his hand loosened its grip slightly on the sword hilt.
His gaze fell on Vesemir, who, like him, had eyes full of surprise.
"Oh! Three pendulums, Alwin succeeded!"
"Did you see that? Alwin succeeded!"
As a friend of Arwen, Paul brandished his sword and shouted.
The other apprentices had already gaped in astonishment.
"I saw it, Paul. Put your sword away. You almost hit me."
Horton complained, and Paul laughed.
Aiken, standing behind the apprentice, pursed his lips, his cat-like eyes dimming after a moment of extreme astonishment.
His shoulders began to sag little by little, making him look somewhat lost and dejected.
He was an arrogant man who always boasted that he was the strongest Witcher apprentice of his generation.
But after seeing this scene,
He knew he had lost.
Alwin jumped off the 'comb', his steps a little unsteady.
Vesemir praised him generously, "Well done, son."
Geralt nodded in satisfaction.
Arwen put away his training sword and gave an apprentice's salute.
The apprentices quickly surrounded him, and Paul gave Alwin a bear hug.
"hiss!"
Alwin gasped as Paul touched his wounds, leaving them exposed.
Paul quickly let go, looking apologetic. "My brother, I'm so sorry, I was just too excited."
Horton said, "You actually went through those three pendulums and hit that dummy."
Brad spoke up: "Alvin, you're as fast as the wind!"
The apprentices kept making noise, and Alwin could tell they were genuinely happy for him.
After all, they were companions who had lived together since childhood for six years.
Even Aiken kept quiet at this moment, his eyes filled with envy.
Arwin said, "Luckily, luckily, if it weren't for Master Vesemir, I would have fallen long ago."
Vesemir smiled and said, "Ha, Arwin, you're too modest. This isn't something you can achieve by luck."
"You shattered the magic stone on the dummy; among all the apprentices in history, no more than five have been able to do that."
Alwin sniffed sheepishly.
Vesemir then changed the subject.
"However, don't be too proud. There are nine swings in the tower."
"If you can successfully break this windmill dummy under the attack of nine pendulums, your Wolf School Witcher swordsmanship will have achieved some success."
Nine pendulum swings!?
Arwen, upon hearing this, humbly accepted the instruction, saying, "I will try my best, Master Vesemir."
"Wolf Hunter swordsmanship?"
Aiken heard this conversation and suddenly looked up.
Vesemir explained, "The Wolf School Witcher Swordsmanship, also known as the Wolf School Sword Dance, is a special sword technique of our Kaer Morhen. It has extremely high requirements for footwork and is specifically designed for fighting multiple monsters."
"Don't be discouraged after seeing Alwin; he just got there a step ahead of you."
The apprentices then realized what was happening.
Aiken's breathing quickened: "Master Vesemir, how can we learn this swordsmanship?"
Vesemir said with a half-smile, "As long as you can successfully stop the windmill dummy on this 'comb,' it will prove that your apprentices' swordsmanship has reached a high level, and you can learn the Wolf School's Witcher swordsmanship."
"Geralt, after the windmill training is over, you will instruct the apprentices who have passed."
"Those who fail, continue windmill training until they pass."
Upon hearing this, Aiken's defiant cat-eyes regained their confidence.
It turns out that Alwin had learned more advanced sword techniques beforehand, which is why he was stronger than him.
He believed he could do it too!
Alwin sensed Aiken's fighting spirit, and a hint of helplessness appeared on his lips.
Although the other party had been provoking him in every way these past two days, he knew that Aiken was just arrogant and didn't actually harbor any bad intentions.
Just like before, Aiken only silently wished that Arwen would fall into the haystacks inside the city wall, rather than the cliff below the outer wall.
"Alright, that's enough small talk."
"Windmill training continues. Next up, Paul. You were the most excited just now, you go up."
Paul stiffened, a hint of fear on his face.
The other apprentices all revealed gloating glances.
Alwin patted him on the shoulder and encouraged him, "You can do it."
Paul paused for a moment before slowly nodding.
Vesemir then said, "Arwin, now that you've passed the training, stop showing off. Go to the castle and find some ointment to apply to yourself; your back still hurts, doesn't it?"
Alwin chuckled awkwardly. "Are you going to see Ms. Veris?"
"Ms. Veris?" Vesemir hesitated for a moment.
Geralt stepped forward and added, "Arwin became Veris's alchemy assistant yesterday."
Upon hearing this, Vesemir's cold expression remained unchanged, but Geralt clearly noticed a deep astonishment flash across his amber cat-like eyes.
Even Geralt, a formal Witcher, didn't know exactly how old Vesemir was; there were even rumors that he was older than Kaer Morhen, the castle fortress.
It's clear how difficult it is to do something that can surprise the other party.
Arwen also noticed something was wrong, but Vesemir quickly came to his senses.
"Of course, child, go find her quickly."
"Yes."
Arwen remained unfazed, bowed, and headed towards the passageway leading to the ground.
Geralt watched as Arwen walked away and couldn't help but ask in a low voice.
"Vesemir, who exactly is this Veris...?"
Vesemir did not answer, but simply gestured with his cat's eyes to the wolf head badge on the other's chest.
Geralt instantly understood, and his blood rushed through his veins.
Magic, sorceress...