The Witcher: Grinding Proficiency Starting with the Witcher

"Pick up the sword!"

The sound echoed across the empty training ground.

The apprentices all stared wide-eyed at Li Wei in disbelief.

I felt dazed.

Is this the same Li Wei they knew, the one who didn't talk much and was timid?

How dare he provoke Lauwen, so brave?

Lauwen's face was tense, his cat-like eyes narrowed, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly due to extreme anger.

Lost the sword?

This is no duel; it's a blatant humiliation.

He suppressed his anger, bent down to pick up the knight's sword in front of him, gripped the hilt with both hands, and spoke in a ferocious tone.

"Li Wei, I'll show you what happens when you anger me."

Li Wei gripped the knight's sword with both hands, the blade pointing directly at his opponent.

The apprentices quickly dispersed, making room for the students.

"Let's fight!"

"Lovin, beat Levi to a pulp! Let Turka know he misjudged him!"

The apprentices started making a ruckus, creating a constant commotion.

In the shadows of the castle corridor, two pairs of terrifying pupils gleamed.

"Are you just going to stand there and watch, not do anything about it?"

A clear, cool female voice slowly spoke.

The woman was dressed in black wizard's robes, with the hood pulled low, revealing only the lower half of her face: snow-white skin, alluring red lips, and loose, wine-red hair.

Aite leaned against the wall, looking bored, and said, "Mavis, this is a duel, a symbol of a man's honor, something sacred and inviolable."

Turka crossed his arms and remained silent, which was taken as tacit agreement.

Mavis's tone was tinged with disgust. "A duel? A pointless contest, I've had enough of you all..."

Suddenly, the pungent smell of blood wafted over, causing her to wrinkle her nose and silently move to the side.

Aite raised an eyebrow, looking with great interest at the bald man walking behind him.

The man was a head taller than Lauvin, with a mountain-like body. He wore studded leather armor, and his face was clean-shaven, without even eyebrows. Combined with his pale skin, he resembled a white-faced black bear, sinister and vicious.

"Hey, old buddy, all done?"

Daniel remained indifferent and unsmiling. "I caught some water ghosts. Enough to give these wolf cubs a taste of blood."

"Huh? What's going on?"

His gaze fell upon the two men facing off with their swords drawn on the training field.

Aite laughed and said, "You've come back just in time. Levi has challenged Lauvin to a duel."

"Li Wei?"

Daniel, the physical training instructor, was also taken aback upon hearing this and looked at Turka.

Aite spread his hands. "Interesting, isn't it, Daniel? Let's stick to the old rules and make a bet. How about we bet on that bottle of wine you brought back from the Emerald Kingdom?"

Daniel said irritably, "Ait, this is not fair. Whether it's physical skills or swordsmanship, Lauvin is the better one."

"That's right, so I'm betting on Li Wei."

Daniel paused for a moment, "Are you serious? If you lose, I'll take your piece of refined iron."

Aite looked serious. "No problem, the bet is settled."

"Turka, beautiful Ms. Mavis, are you attending?"

Mavis wasn't interested, shook her head, and moved further away from Daniel.

Tukal, however, said in a serious tone, "Quiet, it's about to begin."

All eyes immediately turned to the training ground.

Lauwen gripped the sword hilt with both hands, the muscles on his arms bulging like dragons.

His lips curled into a ferocious grin, and his voice was like that of a demon from hell.

"Li Wei, be more careful in your next life."

As soon as he finished speaking, he bent his body slightly, leaned forward, grabbed the ground with his front foot, and sprinted away in an instant.

Li Wei's pupils reflected the rapidly approaching figure, his heart pounded wildly, and his adrenaline surged.

In no time at all.

Lao Wen, who was ten meters away, had already reached him.

A flash of silver light!

Lauwen twisted his waist, his strength rising from the ground, and the chilling knight's sword swept across with an astonishing whistling sound.

He couldn't wait to see Li Wei kneel on the ground. Driven by rage, he pushed his speed and strength to the limit, leaving no room for retreat.

This scene terrified the surrounding apprentices, who looked on with excitement.

"Well done, Lao Wen!"

"End him with one sword!"

The noise of the apprentices around him vanished completely as Li Wei focused intently on his work. Time seemed to stand still, and even the trajectory of Lao Wen's sword became clearly visible.

You can even see Lauwen's skin pores and his taut muscle lines.

slow!

too slow!

If there were a mirror in front of him, Li Wei could see his pupils, which were almost shrunken into a small dot.

Li Wei raised the knight's sword with both hands without hesitation. His sword sense had already detected the knight's sword in Lauwen's hand, and he brought it down with great force, accurately striking the weak point of the knight's sword.

"Clang!"

A crisp sound rang out.

The swords clashed, sparking intensely.

Li Wei took a half step back, using [Body Coordination] to steady himself. The powerful force from his arm made his tiger's mouth go numb.

The apprentices around them stared wide-eyed.

The blazing sun beat down on Lao Wen's head, making his mind feel a little foggy.

In a contest of strength, how could he not gain the upper hand?

Li Wei grinned, his eyes filled with madness.

"That's it?"

In an instant, the veins on Lao Wen's forehead bulged and throbbed, and his cheeks burned.

He gripped the sword hilt with both hands, pulled it back, turned around, and continued his sweeping motion with lightning speed.

But Li Wei was faster than him.

Before he could fully turn around, a cold light slashed upwards at an angle, deflecting his sword from the inside.

good chance!

He then raised his foot and kicked Lauwen hard in the knee.

A piercing pain spread throughout Lao Wen's body, and his right leg buckled, causing him to kneel on one knee as he gasped for breath.

Li Wei gave him no chance to catch his breath, catching up in one step, raising his right foot high, and stomping hard on Lao Wen's back.

The force pierced through Lawrence's spine and even his internal organs, forcing him to bend over, brace himself with his hands on the ground, and drop his knight's sword to the side.

Like a stray dog ​​on the roadside, it lay prostrate on the ground, breathing erratically.

Lao Wen's gaze was vacant; in his gray cat-like eyes, all he could see was Li Wei's black cloth shoe on his left foot.

Disbelief and unspeakable humiliation welled up in his heart, and he violently braced his hands on the ground, trying to throw Li Wei off him.

Li Wei gripped the sword hilt with both hands, his eyes filled with madness. The blade traced a chilling path in the sunlight before slashing down on Lauwen's back.

"brush!"

"Ugh!"

The immense force caused Lauvin's eyes to bulge, blood gushing from his mouth, and his strong body slumped to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.

Li Wei stared at him. Although the knight's sword in his hand was not sharpened, this strike would definitely injure the opponent's internal organs, leaving him bedridden for days.

[Defeated Lao Wen. Host's basic swordsmanship and basic physical skills are maxed out. Data compensation in progress...]

His gaze swept across the panel, then swept around the room.

All the apprentices fell silent, watching this scene in disbelief.

In the time it takes to strike twice, Lao Wen, the strongest apprentice, actually fell to the ground.

Li Wei stepped on Lao Wen's body, raised the sword with one hand, and spoke in a chilling voice.

"Anyone else who disagrees?"