The first round of competition ended with Wayne's victory. Wiesermere's face did not show a joyful expression, but sighed.

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

"Geralt, Acekel, who will compete with Wayne next?"

After losing the Fifty Oren who had finally survived, Acekel felt a little distressed. He turned to Geralt and said:

"I'll go in the second round, but should I bet again? Who can win this time with Wayne?"

Thinking of the two hundred and fifty Oren who lost to Visemir, Geralt gritted his teeth and said:

"Lambert should have underestimated the enemy just now. Although the little guy's sword speed is very fast, if it were you, he should be able to deal with it."

"Let's continue to bet, bet Wayne wins, one pays one, bet you wins, two pays one."

"Askell, how much do you bet?"

The scar-faced witch hunter thought for a while, took out a ruby ​​pendant from his underwear pocket, and handed it to Geralt, saying:

"This is the ruby ​​necklace I found in a ruin, which should be worth two hundred oren."

"I'll win by myself."

Geralt whistled.

"Good thing, it seems that your harvest last year was pretty good."

He reached out to grab the necklace, swung it around his hand, and then turned to ask Visermere:

"How is it, old man, are you still gamble?"

Wisermire crossed his chest with his hands, turned his head and glanced at Geralt, and snorted:

"Press all the three hundred Oren I just won on Wayne."

"But if I win later, you don't need to give me six hundred oren. I guess you don't have that much money on you."

"This winter, I'm going to teach him the knowledge of boiling witch hunter potions."

"At that time, you will take him into the forest and teach him how to collect herbs and monsters' body tissues."

Hearing that he didn't have to pay his gambling debt, Geralt breathed a sigh of relief. He nodded to the old witch hunter and said:

"No problem, old man, even if you lose, I will be responsible for this matter."

After Wayne had rested for about ten years, Acekel ignored Lambert, who had been complaining beside him, and stood opposite Wayne with a steel sword for training.

Due to a battle in his early years, the man's face left a terrifying scar, and the witch hunter was discriminated against by many unruly people, Acekel seemed even more silent compared to other witch hunters.

He picked up the steel sword, put on a defensive posture of the wolf school's swordsmanship, and said in a deep voice to Wayne:

"Get started, little guy."

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

However, Wayne, who was standing opposite him, did not pose in combat immediately, but made a pause gesture to him, turned to Wisermere and shouted:

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

"The Seal of the Magic is also part of our witch hunter's strength."

Wisermere did not agree immediately, but turned to look at Acekel, and after the Scarface Warden nodded, he said to Wayne:

"Yes, kid, you can use the power of the magic seal."

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

Wayne nodded respectfully to his teacher, then turned to look at Askell, and looked at this silent witch hunter senior.

He stretched out his left hand, twisted his fingers, and made a casting gesture of the Kunn magic seal. A few seconds later, with the blessing of his magic seal skill of level 8, a mesh shield composed of mana covered his body.

Although this layer of shield looks not much different from the ordinary Quinn shield, only Wayne himself knows that under the influence of his special profession and powerful spell casting, this layer of Quinn shield has consumed almost half of the chaotic magic in his body, and its strength is several times that of the ordinary Quinn shield, which is enough to withstand several powerful slashes.

Eskal, the opposite side, didn't know about this. After adding a layer of Quinn shield to himself, he re-positioned the defensive posture of the wolf school's swordsmanship.

The second competition officially began. This time, Wayne no longer relied on his high speed to attack. In his previous battle training, he had already figured out the information of Acekel. He was probably the most conservative swordsman in the Wolf School.

Unlike Lambert, who has a hot personality and Geralt with outstanding talent, Acekel is very calm in both personality and fighting style, and will no longer be caught off guard by his speed like Lambert in the last competition.

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

He held the steel sword tightly with both hands, took steady steps, and approached Aeskell in a defensive posture step by step.

Until both sides entered the opponent's attack range, Wayne decisively took the lead in swinging the steel sword, using the most suitable chopping posture, and slashed towards Askell with all his strength.

Kneel! Two swords collided, sparks flew everywhere.

Acekel's palm holding the sword was slightly numb. He retreated, and a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes.

Wayne's chopping power was much greater than he thought, not as he said, the power was weak.

However, this level of power is still within the scope of Acekel's acceptance. He relied on his powerful force-release skills to fight Wayne's tough moves, and then took the opportunity to break Wayne's steel sword, causing a loophole in his defense.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Acekel turned around and kicked Wayne's Quinn shield with one kick.

However, unlike Askell's expected defeat of Quinn's shield, he kicked the shield hard, but did not cause any damage. A layer of vaguely visible shield steadily resisted his attack, and did not even cause any obstruction to Wayne's attack posture.

Acekel's eyes were fixed, and without thinking, he rolled on the spot, rolling to the other side of Wayne, avoiding several rapid slashes, and the Quinn shield on his body was also shattered during the rolling process.

However, before Askell could take a firm foothold, Wayne made a spellcasting gesture with one hand, and the powerful Quinn shield condensed on him immediately expanded at an extremely fast speed and then exploded instantly.

He directly bombed Askell, who had not yet stood firm, and smashed him hard on a wooden dummy.

This sudden attack made Askell unprepared. The powerful explosive power made him unable to adjust his posture at all. When he suppressed the pain in his body and wanted to stand up, Wayne's blade had already stopped in front of his throat.

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

The scar-faced witch hunter rubbed his chest and said with some emotion:

"What's going on with this trick?"

"Your Quinn shield seems to be much harder than ours? Can it explode?"

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

"I seem to have a talent for the magic seal, and can strengthen my various magic seals by using more chaotic magic power."

Upon hearing this, Acekel looked at Wayne's handsome face, which was not much different from an ordinary boy, except for the amber cat pupils, and sighed and said with some envy:

"It seems like you are the kind of talented person like Geralt."

"I lost, Wayne, your strength is no less than most witch hunters."
Chapter completed!