He looked at the two Wolf School members beside him who were frustrated because of losing money, and said:

"Geralt, Eskel, who of you will compete with Wayne next?"

Eskel felt a little distressed after losing the fifty orens he had saved with great difficulty. He turned to Geralt and said, "I'll go in the second round, but do you want to make another bet? Who will win this time, me or Wayne?"

Thinking of the 250 orens he lost to Vesemir, Geralt gritted his teeth and said, "Lambert must have underestimated his opponent just now. Although the little guy's sword is very fast, if it were you, you should be able to handle it."

"Let's continue betting. If we bet on Wayne to win, it's one to one. If we bet on you to win, it's two to one."

"Eskell, how much do you bet?"

The scarred witcher thought for a moment, then took out a ruby ​​pendant from his underwear pocket, handed it to Geralt, and said, "This is a ruby ​​necklace I found in a ruin. It should be worth two hundred orens."

"I bet on myself to win."

Geralt whistled.

"Good stuff, it seems you had a good harvest last year."

He reached out and took the necklace, swung it around in his hand, then turned to Vesemir and asked, "How about it, old man? Still want to gamble?"

Vesemir crossed his arms, turned his head to glance at Geralt, snorted and said, "I'll bet all the three hundred orens I just won on Wayne."

"However, if I win later, I don't need you to give me 600 Orens. I guess you don't have that much money on you."

"This winter, I plan to teach him how to brew witcher potions."

"When the time comes, you will take him into the forest and teach him how to collect herbs and monster tissues."

Hearing that he didn't have to pay the gambling debt, Geralt breathed a sigh of relief. He nodded to the old witcher and said, "No problem, old man. Even if you lose, I will take care of this matter."

After Wayne rested for about ten minutes, Eskel ignored Lambert who had been complaining beside him, and stood opposite Wayne holding a training steel sword.

Due to a battle in his early years, this man had a terrible scar on his face. In addition, because witchers are discriminated against by many unruly people, Eskel seems more silent than other witchers.

He picked up the steel sword, assumed a defensive stance using Wolf School swordsmanship, and said to Wayne in a deep voice, "Begin, little guy."

"I will use all my strength to deal with you."

However, Wayne, who was standing opposite him, did not immediately assume a combat stance. Instead, he gestured to him to pause, then turned to Vesemir and shouted:

"Teacher, I hope that in the next two competitions, I can use the power of the seal."

"Sigils are also part of our demon hunters' strength."

Vesemir did not agree immediately, but turned to look at Eskel. After the scar-faced demon hunter nodded, he said to Wayne:

"Yes, child, you can use the power of the sigil."

"But we are all companions, you have to be careful."

Wayne nodded respectfully to his teacher, then turned to look at Eskel and exchanged glances with the silent demon hunter senior.

He stretched out his left hand and twisted his fingers, making the casting gesture of the Quen Seal. A few seconds later, with the blessing of his eighth-level seal skill, a mesh shield made of mana covered his body.

Eskar on the opposite side didn't know this. After adding a layer of Quen Shield to himself, he resumed his defensive posture of Wolf School swordsmanship.

The second competition officially began. This time, Wayne did not rely on his high speed to attack. In previous combat training, he had already figured out Eskel's information. He was probably the most conservative swordsman in the Wolf School.

Unlike the hot-tempered Lambert and the talented Geralt, Eskel is very calm in both personality and fighting style. He will not be caught off guard by his speed like Lambert was in the previous match.

So in this competition, Wayne decided to use a strong attack.

He held the steel sword tightly in both hands and took steady steps, approaching Eskel who was in a defensive posture step by step.

Only after both sides entered each other's attack range did Wayne decisively swing out his steel sword first, using the most suitable downward chopping posture and slashing at Eskel with all his strength.

Clang! The two swords collided, sparks flying everywhere.

Eskel's palm holding the sword was slightly numb after being hit. He stepped back with a hint of surprise in his eyes.

Wayne's chopping power was much greater than he had imagined, and it was not a weakness as he said.

However, this level of power was still within Eskel's acceptable range. Relying on his powerful force-dissipating skills, he fought Wayne for two moves, and then took the opportunity to knock Wayne's steel sword away, creating a loophole in his defense.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Eskel spun around and kicked Wayne's Quinn shield hard.

However, unlike Eskel's expectation of breaking Quinn's shield, his powerful kick on the shield did not cause any damage. A vaguely visible layer of shield firmly blocked his attack and did not even cause any hindrance to Wayne's attack posture.

Eskel's eyes narrowed, and without thinking, he rolled over on the spot and rolled to the other side of Wayne, avoiding several fierce blows. The Quinn shield on his body was also shattered during the rolling.

However, before Eskel could stand firmly, Wayne made a casting gesture with one hand, and the powerful Quen shield condensed on his body immediately expanded rapidly, and then exploded in an instant.

It blew Eskel, who hadn't even stood firm yet, away and hit him hard on a wooden dummy.

This sudden attack caught Eskel off guard. The powerful explosive force made it impossible for him to adjust his posture. By the time he suppressed the pain in his body and tried to stand up, Wayne's sword had already stopped in front of his throat.

The two looked at each other, Wayne smiled and put away the steel sword, he reached out and pulled Eskel up.

The scar-faced demon hunter rubbed his chest and said with some emotion: "What's the matter with this move?"

"Your Quen shield seems to be much stronger than ours? And it can explode?"

Wayne turned around and looked at Vesemir and Geralt, scratched his head, and then said:

"I seem to have a talent for sigils. I can use more chaos magic to strengthen my various sigils."

Eskel heard this and looked at Wayne's handsome face, which was not much different from that of an ordinary teenager except for his amber cat eyes. He sighed and said with some envy: "It seems that you are the same talented person as Geralt."

"I lose, Wayne. Your strength is no less than that of most demon hunters."

Expert-level mission: [Departure] 2/3 completed.

(End of this chapter)