The Witcher: Grinding Proficiency Starting with the Witcher

After watching Lao Wen and the others leave, Li Wei walked to the weapon rack and picked up a longsword that looked pleasing to the eye.

The longsword is entirely silver-white, a standard two-handed knight's sword, and to prevent accidental injury, it is not even sharpened.

The weight is moderate; when holding the hilt with only the right hand, the arm feels slightly heavy.

He walked to the side with his sword drawn and practiced ease, his cloth shoes making a rustling sound as they stepped on the sand.

Ten wooden puppets dressed in leather armor were lined up in front of him.

As I approached the nearest wooden figure, the metal sheet gleamed in the sunlight.

It's a newly replaced leather armor.

Li Wei gripped the sword hilt, closed his eyes, took a deep breath, focused his attention to the peak, and then slowly opened them.

"Very good, system, prepare to begin operations."

"It's just about grinding for skill points, everyone's done that before."

He raises the sword with both hands, the hilt above his head, his feet firmly planted on the ground, and his body leans slightly backward.

With a soft shout, the sword traced an arc of light in the air!

"Clang!"

The sound of metal clashing rang out!

[Apprentice's swordsmanship proficiency +1!]

A tremendous force emanated from the sword, causing Li Wei to stagger back half a step, but thanks to [Body Coordination], he immediately regained his balance.

He gripped the sword hilt with both hands, a sharp pain shooting through his thumb and forefinger.

A pale sword mark has appeared on the leather armor of the wooden figure.

Li Wei thought to himself, "I used too much force."

He took a deep breath, raised his knight's sword halfway above his head again, and shifted his weight to his back foot.

The muscles in his arms bulged, and he swung them down quickly.

"brush!"

The sword cut through the air with a sharp sound.

"Clang!"

[Apprentice's swordsmanship proficiency +1!]

Suddenly, a strange feeling welled up in my heart.

The sword strike just now seemed to have been guided by a voice from the depths of the soul, pointing out where the force was misdirected and where improvements were needed.

It was just vague and indistinct.

Li Wei's eyes shone with fervor.

not enough!

Not skilled enough!

Ten times won't work!

Then a hundred times, a thousand times, ten thousand times!

He raised his sword and swung it down again with complete concentration.

This feeling of becoming stronger was like a poison, deeply attracting him.

The sound of swords whistling filled the air.

On the city wall, Aite stood with his arms crossed, his gray hair blowing in the cold wind, his gaze gloomy as he looked at Li Wei, who was sweating profusely on the wooden dummy training ground.

A hint of pity flashed in the cat's eyes.

At the same time, footsteps approached from afar.

Turka first glanced at the apprentices training on the windmill and frowned.

A brown-haired boy stood on a wooden stake, looking flustered. Facing the pendulum hurtling through the air, he stumbled and swayed precariously, making a complete fool of himself.

He looked at Aite, "Aren't you going to keep an eye on things?"

Aite turned his head to the side, raised his eyes and smiled, but the smile seemed unusually cold.

"Turka, what's so interesting about this? Even with Cat's Eye awakened, you still couldn't dodge a pendulum. Falling off the city wall is just your own stupidity."

"Besides, there's still the sorceress here; we can just have her heal us."

Seeing Aite's indifferent attitude, Turka snorted and said irritably, "It's better to avoid troubling others. Treating an apprentice costs a lot of money."

Aite chuckled and gestured downwards with his chin.

"What a pitiful fellow. Didn't you tell him to leave? Why did he stay?"

"Reluctant to part with it? This isn't the cruel killing machine I know."

Turka followed his gaze and looked at Livi, who was constantly swinging his sword at the wooden figure.

"He wanted to stay, and I simply respected his choice."

Aite looked surprised.

"Interesting. He recovered so quickly. Did you give him a recovery potion?"

Turka remained calm.

"That thing can't restore the loss of life's essence."

Aite's expression froze for a moment, and his cat-like eyes subconsciously focused, staring intently at Li Wei's every move.

Turka sighed, "That idiot! Slashing with a sword requires using your waist to generate power. Does he think he's holding a wooden stick? Just wildly swinging it around? Where's the proper way to deflect the force?"

"Aite, is this how you usually teach them?"

Aite only came to his senses after hearing this, and when faced with Turka's question, he smiled.

"Don't rush, watch for a while longer. Li Wei has a good understanding, so don't be surprised later."

Turka frowned. In his opinion, such unskilled sword swinging, apart from increasing the force, did not capture any essence.

While the two were talking, Li Wei had already swung his sword countless times.

The warm autumn sun rose high in the sky, baking him.

His shirt was soaked with sweat, and even the black hair that was scattered on his chin was wet.

His arms were numb and numb; only his willpower allowed him to sluggishly raise the knight's sword.

Just a little bit more

There's only a little left!

hold onto!

As he prepared to swing his sword again, a feeling of divine inspiration welled up within him, and his body entered an extremely profound state.

It was as if a master swordsman was holding his hand and gently telling him in his ear how to position his legs, where to put his center of gravity, and how to use his waist to exert force.

Without the slightest hesitation, he swung his sword!

"brush!"

The snow-white blade traced an arc in the air, emitting a sharp whistling sound.

"Clang!"

The sword struck the leather armor on the wooden dummy, sparks flying.

Li Wei's body didn't sway at all; the sword cut straight through the leather armor and embedded itself in the wooden dummy's shoulder.

"call!"

Li Wei took a deep breath and brought up the system panel.

[Apprentice's swordsmanship proficiency +1! Proficiency reaches 100, gaining a white special effect, Sword Sensation]

[Sword Sensitivity: Your tactile sensitivity to swords has become more acute, allowing you to subtly sense the weight distribution and balance of the blade. Strength +0.1]

Strength: 1.3 - 1.4

Haha!

Breakthrough!

Another white talent!

After carefully reading the description of [Sword Sense], Li Wei gripped the hilt tightly, pulled back, and freed the sword from the wooden dummy, scattering a lot of wood chips.

Holding the knight's sword in his hand, a string of data surfaced in his mind.

[The sword weighs 2.55 kg, is 105 cm long, and has its center of gravity 3 cm from the guard to the blade. It has eleven areas of insufficient tempering, is unsharpened, and is unenchanted. Suitable moves: slashing and sweeping.]

"This feeling is so strange!"

"It's like an extension of my arm; I am one with the sword."

"Furthermore, now I'm confident I can pick up any sword and quickly adapt to it using my [sword sense], without any issues like the weapon feeling uncomfortable or the bullet trajectory deviating to the left."

Look at the panel.

Apprentice Swordsmanship: 100/100 (Perfect)

"As expected, just like physical techniques, it's all very basic. Once you get the hang of it, there's no more proficiency. To break through that ceiling, you need more advanced training methods, or you might have to figure it out on your own?"

Thinking of this, he looked up at the sun.

"It's still early for rest, let's continue!"

After saying this, he raised his sword and slashed at the wooden figure again.

When Turka, who was standing on the city wall, saw this scene, his eyes widened in astonishment.

He looked half-baked just a moment ago, but with each swing of his sword, he seemed to have grasped the essence of it. With repeated practice, he gradually approached perfection.

Aite pursed his dry lips, his eyes filled with joy.

"Turka, I told you so, Li Wei is definitely a master swordsman."

"The premise is that he has to have a future."

Turka swallowed hard. "You're right."