Chapter 33 Ending
As Crown walked towards the door leading to the backyard, he suddenly heard two heavy sounds of falling to the ground.
The Golden Light Mantra visualization method not only gave him a quick recovery ability, but also gave him sharp five senses.
Although the two voices were fleeting, he heard them clearly in the quiet night.
"What's coming in?"
Muttering to himself, Crown did not continue to move forward, but slowly stepped back.
Then, he heard a low and short roar, and immediately understood the identity of the uninvited guest outside.
Who else could it be except the werewolf that escaped!
After a few days of training, Crown felt that his strength, endurance and reaction had greatly improved.
His increasingly strong chest and abdominal muscles are one of the clear proofs of this.
He did not continue to move forward. He was waiting, waiting for the werewolf to lose patience and rush in.
Poor my door, it was only replaced a few days ago! He laughed in his heart and stared at the small door intently.
The sword in his hand was borrowed from the priest. It was a sharpened star-patterned steel sword. Although it was not as strong as Valyrian steel, it could also cut through the skin of monsters.
With a sharp weapon in hand, one will naturally feel murderous intent.
The close combat training gave him the ability to handle danger.
He was confident that with the ability to stop time, the star-patterned steel sword that could cut through iron like mud, and the swordsmanship he had acquired through hard training, he could teach the werewolf a more unforgettable lesson.
. . . .
The werewolf held his position, planning for a good ambush.
After a long while, he couldn't hear any sound in the room, and he became confused.
In werewolf state, it was obvious that it had no patience. After hearing no movement from inside for a long time, the werewolf let out a low roar again, raised its claws, and slammed the door panel into the room.
The bright light inside made it feel a little uncomfortable, and the werewolf subconsciously covered its eyes with its arms.
Klauen nimbly dodged the flying door panel. The werewolf's blocking action gave him a perfect opportunity.
He took a quick step and stabbed the werewolf's neck with the sword in his hand.
The werewolf's senses were very sharp. It seemed to sense the danger and dodged to the side.
The steel sword in Clown's hand changed its tactics, from stabbing to slashing. The sharp blade cut the werewolf's neck fiercely and touched the bone.
He exerted force with his hands, but the blade could not go any deeper.
Changing his tactics again, he stepped back with his legs, gripped the hilt of the sword tightly with both hands, and pulled out the blade.
The wound on his neck was burning with pain, and the werewolf's roar became louder, spreading in the intoxicating night.
The wolf's claws swung forward, as if wanting to tear the person who had hurt him into pieces.
Klauen's body first made a fake move to the left, then dodged to the right, leaving the werewolf's attack range.
He thrust the sword forward, and this time, he wanted to put the entire sword into the werewolf's mouth.
Perhaps it was because the werewolf had a naturally sharp fighting sense, his sword only scratched its cheek, cutting off a lot of black hair.
The attack failed, so he quickly stepped forward with force to distance himself from the werewolf.
At this moment, anger completely devoured the werewolf's already little remaining sanity.
It roared again and made a move to charge forward.
Unexpectedly, Crown was even faster, and when he approached the werewolf, time stopped.
The werewolf paused for a moment with a twisted expression of resentment.
Although this moment was short, it was enough for Crown to accomplish what he wanted to do.
Most of the sharp blade made of star-patterned steel had already sunk into the werewolf's mouth.
Crown held the hilt of the sword with both hands, exerted force from his waist, and made a side spin.
Half of the werewolf's neck was cut open.
The consequence of having the aorta cut is that the blood will gushed out like a faucet and cannot be stopped.
The more violently the werewolf struggled, the more blood gushed out like a fountain.
Crown took a few steps back, away from where the blood was gushing.
Werewolves have strong vitality, but they definitely cannot survive with such injuries.
He did add some extra stuff to the weapon.
After struggling for more than ten minutes, the werewolf lay on the ground, completely motionless.
Taking a few steps back, Crown sat on the chair, breathing heavily.
The battle between the two was very brief, but he consumed a considerable amount of energy.
Real combat is completely different from sparring.
The feeling of dancing on the edge of a knife is tense and exciting.
There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!
Time stood still with the addition of a large amount of time sand, completely stopping the werewolf's movements, giving him time to feed his sharp blade into the opponent's mouth.
Crown closed his eyes, reviewed the battle just now, and looked for his own shortcomings.
When he finished reviewing, he picked up his weapon again and walked towards the backyard. Tonight's sword practice must continue.
He casually pulled the werewolf's body and placed it in the corner. Being in the same room with a corpse was no big deal for him.
. . . .
Church training ground.
The sunlight spread out, lengthening the priest's shadow as he stood straight.
"Today, you are late."
His voice was slightly cold, and he snorted coldly: "Do you think you have some abilities and start to be casual?"
"Bang," Crown threw down the package wrapped in black cloth on his shoulder and explained, "Last night, a werewolf came into my house and I shot it dead. After I got up in the morning, I went to the patrol team to file a report, so I was a little late."
"You said that although they are useless in the face of monsters, if they keep a record, they can report to their superiors. Rhine City may send some truly capable people to help maintain the stability of the parish."
"Werewolf?" Nick stepped forward, bent down and pulled off the black cloth.
It turned out to be a werewolf inside. Judging from the coagulation state of the blood, the monster died around eight or nine o'clock last night.
"We can sell the werewolf's teeth for some gold shields, which can be used as your meal allowance. Your appetite has exceeded my expectations, so I don't have to pay you. I'll take care of it, and you can continue with your physical training."
Crown nodded in agreement, put on his sand shirt, and started running.
Time passed, and soon it was the middle of the Frost Descent Month.
With physical training, strength training, and sword training during the day, Crown's life was busy and fulfilling.
At night, he would do extra training. Although only more than ten days had passed, his strength had improved significantly.
[Golden Light Curse: 4132/50000; Level 1]
[Basic Swordsmanship: 586/5000; Level 3]
[Cross Sword: 758/2000; Level 2]
The Golden Light Curse made steady progress, his basic swordsmanship reached the third level, and he could use all kinds of clever combinations at will.
The hidden bonus brought by his excellent basic swordsmanship is that his cross sword has improved rapidly and is now at the second level.
The only bad thing is that Father Nick is no match for him in swordsmanship, so he now has no one to practice with.
"Maybe, I should look for Geralt. At worst, I can pay for a strong sparring partner and spend some gold shields. It's totally worth it."
(End of this chapter)