Chapter 83: Clear Heart

After listening to the demon hunter's heroic words, Klauen felt a sense of unreality.

Judging from the other party's past deeds, although what he said was true, I always felt that something was wrong.

Crown didn't dwell on why the other party was so enthusiastic, but he certainly wanted more from a temporary worker who was willing to work harder.

"Here, these are your supplies," he took out seven or eight potions and stuffed them into the witcher's hand.

Now it was Geralt's turn to be confused. "With so many people, how long do you plan to fight tonight?"

"Hehe, fight until you can't handle it anymore."

Crown felt that if he worked harder, he could reach the critical point of upgrading his breathing skills.

After he finished speaking, he walked into the shadow nearby and continued to visualize the Golden Light Mantra.

The demon hunter laughed and decided to be a good sparring partner with a more professional attitude.

After Klauen's energy and strength were restored to their best condition, he practiced breathing and cross swords by himself for twelve minutes at the edge of the training ground before he saw the demon hunter come out of meditation.

After replenishing himself with boiling blood potion, strength potion and clear mind water, he returned to the center of the training ground.

"Do you have the blood of a troll? You recover faster than me." Geralt's eyes flashed, feeling incredible.

Before he was expelled from Kaer Morhen, he was one of the demon hunters with the best physique and recovery ability. There was no reason for him to be worse than a first-level warrior after the second mutation.

"That's my talent," Clown said with a proud smile. The skill of Golden Light Curse is his talent.

There are people who are more narcissistic than me. Geralt curled his lips and said, "Let's start to welcome the storm."

The demon hunter used a secret technique that he had not used before, which could stimulate adrenaline, to increase his speed, then he took a step forward and swung his sword upwards.

With the cold light shining, he had already rushed to a position two meters away from his opponent.

Crown felt a chill approaching, the pores on his arms tightened, and goose bumps appeared.

"Oh, you were hiding your incompetence just now."

With a thought in his mind, he retreated his body and at the same time raised his sword to parry.

Compared to the previous battle, the demon hunter's speed increased a lot. Just as Klauen raised his weapon, the opponent's sword had already stabbed in front of him.

His strength had not yet been fully released, and he was unable to block the opponent's attack. The tip of the witcher's sword pierced into the muscle of his left shoulder blade, and then the stabbing turned into a cut, widening the wound.

Feeling the pain, Klauen retreated in panic to avoid the attack, but the demon hunter's attack followed him closely.

He parried and retreated in panic. The increased speed of the demon hunter completely disrupted his fighting rhythm.

"Bang!"

His movement of retreating and dodging suddenly froze. It turned out that he had retreated to the edge of the venue and his body hit the wall hard.

Geralt seized the opportunity, and the sword in his hand fell to the ground like a meteor, piercing his opponent's neck with silver brilliance.

Klauen's eyes narrowed, his mouth slightly opened. He released bullet time and tried his best to dodge to the side.

The witcher's sword hit the wall behind him and stopped. He realized belatedly that all the hair on his temples and forehead stood up, and a chill came from the left side of his neck.

"How did it feel this time?"

Geralt grinned and put away his weapon, the scar on his face twisting like a poisonous scorpion ready to bite.

Crown touched the place on his neck that had just felt cold. There was warm liquid flowing there and the smell of blood wafted into his nostrils.

He was breathing heavily and his body was shaking slightly.

The reason for trembling is not only a stress response to fear, but more of it is excitement.

The moment the witcher's sword pierced his neck, an epiphany arose in his heart.

Since traveling through time, he has never liked taking risks. He always feels that if he has a golden finger, he will be invincible. He is never willing to get involved in danger and only wants to control all factors to crush and bully the weak.

But he forgot one thing, or never fully understood it: when retreating becomes a habit, can he still maintain a fearless heart to overcome all obstacles? Can he still maintain the firm belief that he is invincible and can move forward?

Without this kind of fearlessness and unyielding belief, the so-called invincibility is a huge joke.

There will always be enemies who are stronger than you. Can you really unleash your full potential when you have no way to retreat? In the short battle just now, if he could have interrupted Geralt's attack rhythm at the first moment despite being injured, even if he would lose, it would not be a one-sided defeat.

He didn't do that, so he was beaten without being able to fight back, until he had no way to retreat, and was finally nailed to the wall in shame.

In a lightning-fast battle, there is no script! How can one person control all the factors?

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

He found that his strength had improved greatly during this period, but his fearless courage had become less and less.

He thought of the night when the evil spirit manifested in his body. If he had not fought desperately, the fire of his life would have been extinguished at that moment.

He doesn't want to face danger, but it is precisely this thought that will make him fall into real danger and despair when danger comes.

The gray fog is falling, and the evil god is reviving faster and faster. The world will eventually crawl in a shadow, and fear and despair will become the norm in the world.

In the face of great fear, one must remain fearless and resolute, and abandon all cowardice and hesitation, so that one can be indomitable and conquer fear in this dark age.

The idea of ​​not wanting to face danger is, of course, subconscious fear and cowardice.

Clown felt his body suddenly lighten, as if he had taken off an invisible shackle, and his heart was as clear and bright as a blue lake in a mountain stream illuminated by the bright sunlight.

Seeing that he stood there speechless, Geralt thought that his self-confidence had suffered a great blow, so he gently comforted him: "Are you okay? Failure is nothing. You should be happy. I just used the witcher's secret technique to increase speed. I thought I could have taken you down on the spot."

Alan ran over and gave the teacher a knowing smile.

Then, he clenched his fists and put them to his face: "Brother, it is more gratifying to recognize your true strength than to fall into false self-delusion. Come on."

"Haha, don't worry about me," Crown laughed heartily. "I suddenly figured out something. Mr. Geralt, come again."

His tone was high-spirited, without any trace of frustration! "Okay, a warrior should have this kind of spirit," the demon hunter stepped back a few steps, "Alan, let's have a good fight."

"Come on, teacher. Come on, big brother."

After the young apprentice cheered on both sides, he retreated to the edge of the field.

Geralt moved, like a silver bottle exploding and flying towards his opponent, his arms tensed and raised to chop down, sword skill: precise heavy strike.

He saw that his opponent was full of fighting spirit at the moment, so he decided to use all his strength except for the magic seal to give him a real extraordinary combat instruction lesson.

Contrary to his usual behavior, Crown did not retreat to defend, but instead stepped forward and raised his sword to meet the attack.

(End of this chapter)