Last night, Wayne made a bold statement that he would challenge Geralt, Lambert and Eskel, his three fellow disciples from the Wolf School, to prove that he has the strength to become a master.

The witcher mentor Vesemir also agreed to his request.

After breakfast, Lambert was already impatiently urging everyone to go to the training ground to start the competition.

He was an impatient man, and now he was thinking about teaching his young junior a lesson and making this ignorant witcher apprentice give up his fantasies and stay in Kaer Morhen to hone his skills instead of rushing out of the mountain and dying in some unknown monster's lair.

In the training ground, Wayne and Lambert stood opposite each other, while Vesemir, Geralt and Eskel all stood outside the training ground with interest.

Geralt, who has a somewhat introverted personality, even made a bet with Vesemir and Eskel, betting on who would win.

"I bet on Vivienne to win, three times the odds."

"Bet on Lambert to win, two to one."

"How about it? Do you want to place a bet? Fifty orens at least."

Eskel couldn't help but grin when he heard the minimum bet, and said in a muffled voice:

"It seems you have made a lot of money this year, Geralt? Being handsome means being popular."

"But I have a little money left, fifty orens, and I'm betting on Lambert. He's been a demon hunter for more than sixty years, so he shouldn't lose to a kid."

Geralt smiled, then looked at Vesemir and asked with interest: "How is it, old man?"

"Do you want to take a chance too?"

The old demon hunter snorted softly. As the person who had been with Wayne for the longest time, he knew very well that although this young half-elf was still very immature, he generally did things with discretion and rarely did anything without being sure.

Just like all the training tasks he had assigned in the past, even if they were difficult, Wayne would try his best to complete them with quality and quantity, as if he would receive some important reward for completing his verbal tasks. He was full of action and determination.

This is one of the reasons why Vesemir attaches so much importance to this witcher apprentice.

"I bet Wayne will win."

He took out a purse and threw it into Geralt's hand, then analyzed carefully, "I know Wayne's talent very well. He rarely does anything he is not sure of. I bet on him to win."

Geralt opened the purse and saw that there were actually one hundred orens in it. Thinking of the odds of three to one, he immediately felt something was wrong.

Although White Wolf is considered to be one of the more carefree demon hunters, as a veteran who likes eating, drinking, whoring and gambling, his expenses are much higher than those of ordinary demon hunters.

Thinking of his wallet, he quickly turned his attention to the training ground, praying that his good brother would be more supportive and not capsize in the gutter.

At this time, the battle between Wayne and Lambert also began.

Lambert, who had a crew cut and a mocking smile on his face, danced a few sword moves with an unopened steel sword. He assumed the attacking stance of the Wolf School of Swordsmanship and said to Wayne:

"Hey! Wayne boy, it's not too late to admit defeat now. I really won't show any mercy."

Wayne took a deep breath, held the steel sword and assumed the same attacking stance as the Wolf School. He smiled seriously and said:

"Senior Lambert, I'm about to start attacking. Let me remind you, I'm very fast."

After saying this, Wayne exerted all his strength, his body turned into a bolt of lightning, and rushed in front of Lambert in the blink of an eye.

The steel sword in his hand danced at a high speed, turning into three unclear afterimages, which directly pierced Lambert's throat, chest and wrist.

Lambert and Vesemir and others who were watching were suddenly shocked, because Wayne's speed at this time was far beyond his usual performance in training.

Although demon hunters are known to be superhuman, their physical fitness has not reached the level of monsters. At most, it is only two or three times that of ordinary people.

Clang! Clang! Clang! The steel swords collided.

However, before he could launch any counterattack, more attacks enveloped his body. Wayne's swordsmanship was like a storm, precise, swift, and continuous.

For a moment, the sounds of the two swords clashing became one, clanging, clanging, without any pause at all.

"Lambert was actually suppressed by Wayne."

Outside the field, Eskel was somewhat stunned. He turned to Geralt and asked, "What's going on? How come the little guy is so fast?"

"The speed of swinging the sword is far beyond what we achieved when we became demon hunter apprentices."

Geralt also had a serious expression on his face and did not answer. He could already feel that the Oren coins in his pocket were about to leave him.

Sure enough, the storm-like confrontation lasted for about two minutes. Lambert was suppressed throughout the whole process. Facing Wayne's attacks aimed at his vital points, beads of sweat even appeared on his forehead.

You know, defense consumes far more energy than offense, and Wayne's sword speed at this time is almost the fastest Lambert has encountered in these years, and it is continuous. Just after blocking this sword, another sword has already stabbed towards other vital points.

This made him dare not be distracted at all, and he could only resist with all his might.

However, if you defend too long, you will lose. When Wayne saw that Lambert's physical strength was declining, he immediately found an opening, made a feint, used force with his feet, rushed into Lambert's arms, and used his shoulder armor to withstand the blow.

When Lambert wanted to restrain his force and avoid hurting Wayne's shoulder, an unopened steel sword was already firmly against his throat.

Seeing this, Lambert gave a bitter smile, put down the steel sword in his hand, and muttered, "Damn it, Wayne boy, you swing the sword too fast, even a little abnormally fast."

"Just like the cat-school demon hunters recorded in the books, their swordsmanship is very suitable for dealing with humanoid creatures."

"Could it be that your mutation is special?"

Wayne smiled slightly. Indeed, although every Wolf School demon hunter is a master of swordsmanship, their swordsmanship is ultimately designed to deal with monsters.

Unlike those knights or swordsmen, who were created specifically for war and fighting, they were caught off guard when facing Wayne's rapid attack.

Now, Wayne's swordsmanship level has reached level five, which increases the power of his swordsmanship by 25%. This is not an ordinary improvement, but an all-round enhancement of his original swordsmanship level by one quarter.

Coupled with his professional specialty, Cat's Agility, which increases his attack speed by 25%, it is no wonder that all the demon hunters present were shocked by his attack speed.

Wayne turned his head and looked at the other members of the Wolf School. After thinking for a moment, he explained:

"I'm not too sure. Maybe it's the elf blood in my body that plays a role."

"It made my reaction time faster and faster, but the strength growth was lacking."

"I plan to practice archery in the future. I have a feeling that I should be very talented in archery."

Lambert was stunned when he heard this. Over the years, demon hunters have used bombs, crossbows, traps, and even poison, but few have used bows and arrows.

This thing requires more skills and weapon maintenance, and it is not very convenient to carry.

However, he did not think too much about it. Instead, he sighed, turned to Vesemir and said:

"Old man, I lost."

"Wayne's swordsmanship has won my approval."

Expert-level mission: [Departure] 1/3 completed.

(End of this chapter)