"Last year, we couldn't beat you, Wayne. Fighting me again won't show your strength."
He turned his eyes, looked at Geralt and Eskel, and said with a smile:
"How about the three of us fighting you alone? No weapons, no signs, just fists. Fight until there's only one person left on the field. How about that?"
Faced with Lambert's request, Wayne laughed, looked at Geralt and Eskel, and agreed immediately without delay.
He took off the dragon-skin armor and coated shirt on his upper body, took off the fine gold arm armor on his left hand, and took out a bandage from his belt. After wrapping it around his hand a few times, he came to a spacious open space in the hall and said to the other three companions with a smile:
"Come on, Geralt, Eskel, Lambert. I have never tried boxing seriously, and I have never learned the skills of close-range bare-handed combat."
"It's just right that you can teach me this time."
The others did not refuse. They also followed Wayne's example and took off their shirts, revealing their muscular upper bodies. They found some bandages, wrapped them around their hands a few times, and then attacked Wayne without even saying hello.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! The demon hunters' movements were swift and powerful, and the three of them cooperated very well. When Wayne's attention was attracted by Lambert, Geralt and Eskel instantly hit him in the stomach and chest, and the sound of fists hitting flesh could be heard on the field.
Wayne was caught off guard and hit hard by several punches. Although it didn't hurt much, he was a little confused. He had just exchanged glances with Geralt and Eskel, and he thought that these two were in cahoots with him. He was still thinking about how to play a prank on Lambert, but he didn't expect to be besieged by three people right away.
After successfully punching Wayne in the stomach, Lambert laughed and said proudly: "Hehe, didn't expect that!"
"We have already agreed to teach you a lesson. Since you started your apprenticeship, you have definitely not experienced a hard battle and have not truly experienced the limits of combat."
"This time, you will experience what it feels like when your strength is not enough to turn the tables."
"It is also one of the responsibilities of us elders to teach you about the darkness of society."
After saying that, the three demon hunter seniors who had succeeded in the sneak attack all smiled and attacked Wayne with all their strength.
After just a moment of fighting, Wayne knew that he had miscalculated. He overestimated his own strength. As the saying goes, a random punch can kill a master, let alone these three are experienced demon hunters.
Wayne himself didn't have much experience in close combat. Although his strength and speed were much greater than Geralt and the others alone, the three of them were experienced and cooperated very well, and rarely revealed any flaws.
Whenever he wanted to fight back and focused on attacking one person, that person would immediately take a defensive evasive posture, dodging with all his might and offering no direct resistance at all, while the other two would immediately intensify their offensive, hitting Wayne mercilessly with their sandbag-sized fists.
Geralt is the most agile. He has never broken a leg, so he deserves the title of White Wolf. Every time he attacks, he will rescue the enemy and often find his weakness, making him grimace. Eskel is a determined muscular man. Although his strength is not as good as Wayne, his endurance is beyond ordinary people. Sometimes, even if he has to withstand Wayne's attack, he will create opportunities for the other two. Even if Wayne hits him hard, he will only grit his teeth and endure it without retreating at all.
The most shameless one is this guy Lambert. Everyone had agreed to fight boxing, but this guy used grappling techniques, strangulation techniques, throat locks, and even sweeping kicks from time to time. He fought like a scoundrel, insidious but effective.
The combined efforts of the three really put Wayne at a great loss. They fought back and forth in the hall for half an hour, and Wayne's body was covered with superficial injuries. The pain was unbearable. If it weren't for his strong will, strong physique, and thick skin, he would definitely not have been able to hold on for so long and would have fallen under the various tactics of these three old foxes.
Moreover, it was indeed as Lambert said, because of the support of the system, Wayne had lived too smoothly in the past few years. The injuries he had suffered in the past few years might not be as many as this time in hand-to-hand combat with them. He even forgot the feeling of being injured.
Although getting injured less often is a good thing, it is not actually a good thing. As a warrior, if you do not suffer enough pain and torture, you cannot hone your strong will.
In the end, Wayne held out for more than ten minutes under the siege of three people until his physical strength was completely exhausted, and then he stopped his fighting training.
As for the results, although Wayne was the most injured and had the most serious skin injuries, Geralt and the other two were not feeling well either.
Especially Eskar, because he always had to take on Wayne's attacks, but Wayne's strength was several levels higher than his. As a result, when Wayne just fell down from exhaustion, he couldn't hold on any longer and sat down on the ground, covering the wound on his body, grinning, and then burst into laughter.
Geralt and Lambert were not much better off. Although they were not seriously injured, Wayne did not want to let them have an easy time, so he targeted their faces. Lambert was beaten into a pig's head with his cheeks swollen and his voice with a severe nasal tone. Geralt was beaten into panda eyes, which looked quite funny with his somewhat paralyzed expression.
Only after the four men were exhausted and collapsed on the ground did Vesemir come over with a troubled look on his face. He first commented on the four men's fights one by one and expressed his own views. Then he looked at Wayne and said:
"Well, kid, you've proven your strength and determination. Your physical fitness is indeed better than ours."
"Since you insist on having the transplant surgery, then get ready. I will help you with the surgery in three days."
After getting Vesemir's consent, Wayne grinned at the old demon hunter, then bared his teeth because of his injury, and said with pain:
"It's okay, teacher. Don't worry. The special medicine I brought back this time can save even a fatally injured person. Just rest assured and perform the operation on me."
After saying that, Wayne took off the magic wine flask from his waist, switched to the slot for the intermediate healing potion, and took a big gulp.
After the skin wounds on his body began to heal at a speed visible to the naked eye, he shook the wine jug at Geralt and the other two, threw it over, and said:
"Lambert, brothers!"
"It was such a great fight today. From now on, we have to play a round after dinner every day. Just treat it as our after-meal training, hahahaha."
In the days that followed, Wayne kept his word and after every dinner, he forced a few old demon hunters to train with him in bare-handed combat.
Then, dragging his wounded body, he and Geralt and others drank the healing potion full of bitter herbs.
It's not that Wayne has a masochistic tendency and likes to be beaten, but he sincerely feels that the sense of urgency and crisis when facing the siege of three demon hunters is very beneficial to improving his strength.
Apart from Kaermohen and his brothers from the Wolf School, there are basically few places where one can find a few trustworthy masters to train with him.
It’s either because of insufficient strength or insufficient trust.
Wayne felt that once he got used to the rhythm of being besieged by Geralt and the other two, he would not be caught off guard when he encountered several masters besieging him in the future, and might even be able to counterattack.
Therefore, he worked very hard in this training and soon developed other ways of playing. Gradually, they upgraded from bare-handed fighting to using wooden swords, using tactics, changing venues, and even using some non-lethal seals.
Not only did Wayne improve his actual combat skills, but the strength of several others also improved under Wayne's strong pressure.
At the very least, they all knew how to deal with an enemy that overwhelmed them in both strength and speed, how to cooperate with their companions, and how to use their advantages in other areas to narrow the gap between the two sides.
During this training, Vesemir quickly prepared everything needed for the mutation experiment. Wayne had great trust in the old demon hunter. When he lay on the experimental table, was injected with anesthetic, and woke up again, the large blue mutation inducer had been successfully transplanted into his body.
A strange feeling slowly spread from the place where he was transplanted to his entire body. It seemed that in places he could not see, his blood, cells, muscles, and even genes were undergoing earth-shaking changes.
What surprised Wayne was that after being implanted with the large blue mutation-inducing substance, when he felt some deep genetic changes taking place in his body, his sign level and mutation level in the demon hunter's exclusive skills given by the system also began to grow rapidly at an unusual speed.
In just less than a month, his seal level increased continuously from 10% of the ninth level proficiency to level ten, and was even approaching level eleven, an increase of almost two levels.
His mutation level also received a huge improvement, directly from about 80% to 90% of the seventh level to 90% of the ninth level. He only needed the last 10% to break through to the tenth level and unlock new skills and expertise.
In addition to the changes in system data, Wayne could also clearly feel that his spellcasting ability had been further enhanced. The chaos magic power reserves in his body had increased by about a quarter, and although the exact number could not be displayed for spell strength, it had increased by at least one-fifth.
This made Wayne sigh that the large mutagens were really suitable for the mutations of the witcher. According to Vesemir, a witcher could generally be enhanced by three different mutagens.
Take Geralt for example, he has completed the enhancement of both green and blue mutagens, and both of them are large.
So don’t be fooled by Geralt’s usual carelessness, but when he really uses all his strength, he is still very powerful. For now, except for Wayne, an unpredictable character, Geralt should be the strongest of all demon hunters.
In addition to the improvement that the blue mutation inducer brought to Wayne, after the level of the seal reached level ten, the skill expertise given by the system also appeared in front of him.
It's still a choice between two, but the emergence of these two specialties has put Wayne in a somewhat difficult choice.
Master of Seals: As an experienced demon hunter, you have fully mastered the power of Seals. You are no longer bound by the form of using these Seals, and you can use the power of these Seals in a more flexible and varied way. Effect: You can use Seals flexibly through different channels. The deeper your understanding, the more ways you can apply them.
Magic Conversion: Long-term use of the seal has given you a deep understanding of magic. You will no longer be limited to converting chaotic magic when using the seal. You can absorb and utilize magic from other worlds. Effect: Sense the magic from other worlds and increase the conversion rate of other alien magic. The deeper your understanding of other magic, the higher the conversion efficiency.
The two skill specialties that appear at the tenth level of Seal do not have any specific data representation. Rather than being an enhancement of the skills, it is better to say that they directly provide two paths regarding Seal.
The former is to deepen the application of seals. According to Wayne's understanding, after choosing this skill expertise, the application scope of each seal will definitely become wider.
The Igni Sign is no longer just about breathing fire, but may also be able to create fire traps and even enchant weapons with fire.
And the Aden Seal is no longer just for slowing down the enemy, it may be able to directly immobilize the enemy, or even do other more magical operations.
But the second skill is also very important, and can even be said to trace its origin.
The prerequisite for using the seal is chaos magic, and only chaos magic can activate the use of the seal.
Take the two worlds of Azeroth and Middle-earth that he has visited so far. In the former, he can barely recover his chaos magic by converting arcane magic, but in Middle-earth, Wayne can only rely on eating and drinking medicine to restore his magic.
It would be fine if it was just a world with low-intensity combat, but if he encountered a world with high-intensity combat, such a slow magic recovery rate would greatly reduce his strength, making him only an ordinary swordsman.
There is a high possibility that he will lose his life in the battle because of his weakened strength.
Of course, for now, if Wayne encounters a world with high-intensity combat, he will definitely not stay in that world for a long time, nor will he put himself in danger.
But choice is choice. If Wayne could sense the magic of other worlds, or even use the magic of other worlds, perhaps he could learn spells from other worlds.
(End of this chapter)