The Witcher: Grinding Experience Starting as a Wolf School Witcher

Chapter 18 Duel

Alwin walked up the spiral staircase to the lobby on the first floor.

"Veris..."

He kept muttering to himself, "Of all the Witcher trilogy I've played, I never imagined there was a sorceress named Veris."

One reason is that Western names are simply too complicated for him.

Another issue is that female sorceresses like Yennefer and Triss are too dazzling in the game, overshadowing everyone else.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but look forward to his first meeting with these two sorceresses.

"According to the timeline, I remember Yennefer was born in 1173, so she might be in Wengeburg now."

"It's 1173 now, so it's 1228. Geralt should be around 18 this year. Thinking about it, there's almost a 40-year age gap between them. Wouldn't that be considered an old cow eating young grass?"

Alwin shook his head and chuckled. "As for Triss, she's probably just a little kid right now, still studying at the magic academy."

As he pondered this, he walked out of the corridor and came to the kitchen.

A loaf of bread and scrambled eggs with sausage were placed on the long wooden table.

But neither the witcher nor the apprentice could be seen.

Arwen glanced back at the huge hole in Kaer Morhen behind him.

As the sun rises and sets, starlight spills in like a veil of mist.

Alvin sat down, his stomach already growling with hunger. He quickly finished his dinner, cleaned up the dishes, and returned to the apprentices' quarters.

As soon as I arrived at the door, I heard the noisy sounds of the apprentices coming from inside the room.

Alwin scanned the area through the cat's eye.

Aiken, dressed in a coarse linen shirt and holding a wooden sword, stood in the corridor, his green cat-like eyes sparkling.

The other four, including Paul, sat on their beds, applying medicine to each other while discussing something.

"Aiken, one more time!"

"You were walking too fast just now, I didn't even see you clearly."

"That's right, that's right."

"Damn it, how do you manage to spin around and swing your sword at the same time? I always manage to miss."

Aiken smoothed his short blond hair across his forehead and smiled.

"Hmph, how can you compare to me?"

"I've only learned this sword technique seven times, but I can handle the three-pronged swing without a problem. Geralt even praised me for being smart. I'm a genius."

Horton and his friends stared wide-eyed, filled with envy.

Among them, let alone the pendulum, some people still haven't passed the windmill dummy test.

"Arwin?"

Paul noticed the dark-haired boy returning to the apprentices' quarters.

The noisy apprenticeship room fell into a brief silence at this moment.

Aiken raised his head, his cat-like eyes sweeping over him disdainfully.

"Arwin, I've been waiting for you for so long! I challenge you to a duel, a knight's duel!"

Upon hearing this, the apprentices' quarters became lively.

Horton, Winston, and others raised their arms in celebration.

Even the injured Brad had a gleam in his eyes.

"Duel! Duel!"

Finding enjoyment in this monotonous apprenticeship is a rare treat.

Paul quickly pulled a wooden sword from under the bed and tossed it to Alwin.

Alwin was taken aback for a moment before activating [Blade Perception].

[Wooden Sword: A wooden sword made of ash wood by the apprentice Aiken. It is forty inches long, with a blade of twenty-seven inches, weighs thirty ounces, and has its center of gravity at the handguard, making it suitable for slashing and chopping movements.]

"Oh, Alwin, teach this blond bastard a lesson! Kick his ass hard!"

Paul said with an expectant look on his face.

Arwen ran his hand over the sword, his gray cat eyes fixed on Aiken.

Aiken held his sword with both hands, looking arrogant and haughty. Given the previous minor conflict, it was indeed hard not to want to beat him up.

Moreover, in this world, if a man of equal standing challenges you to a duel, and you refuse, you will definitely be branded a coward and ridiculed and looked down upon.

He smirked. Geralt dared to accept a duel, so why would I, Arwin, be afraid of a mere apprentice like you?

"Since that's the case, then I'll play along with you."

"Oh! That's great!"

The apprentices cheered, and Horton jumped straight out of bed.

"I'll be the referee! I'll be the referee!"

He opened his arms wide and spoke in a high-spirited tone.

"On the left is Aiken, the swordsmanship genius Geralt mentioned, and a Witcher apprentice."

"On the right is Alwin, the water ghost killer who killed five water ghosts and a witcher apprentice."

"According to the Witcher's Code, apprentice duels must adhere to..."

Aiken tilted his head, held the wooden sword upright against his chest, his cat-like eyes narrowed, and he exhaled a breath of hot air.

Before Horton could finish reading the rules, he charged forward like a nimble cheetah.

Arwin raised his sword.

"when!"

The wooden swords clashed, producing a crisp sound.

Aiken quickly spun around and delivered a powerful diagonal slash.

Alwin stepped back, barely dodging the attack.

For a moment, Aiken's movements and demeanor were surprisingly similar to Geralt's.

Aiken pressed forward relentlessly, brandishing his wooden sword, which thrilled the apprentices, who screamed with excitement.

"Aiken, attack! Attack!"

"Arwen, get out of the way!"

……

"Who do you think will win?"

Paul replied without hesitation, "It must be Alwin."

Winston said, "No, it's definitely Aiken. Look at Alwin, he's practically cornered."

"He's the genius Geralt talked about."

"Alvin too."

"How about we take a gamble?"

"What are we betting on?"

"How about we bet on the green juice tomorrow morning? Whoever loses gets to drink the juice."

Paul watched Alwin's retreating figure with anxiety, but he still spoke out.

"Alright, let's bet!"

The bet between the two had absolutely no effect on the two men who were engaged in a fierce battle.

"Arwin, you coward, all you do is hide!"

Aiken's eyes were fierce, and the wooden sword in his hand moved faster and faster without stopping at all.

Alwin was not disturbed by the other party's provocative words, but instead used his [Dual Soul] ability to observe the other party's every move.

As the other party said, Aiken was indeed a genius in swordsmanship. His footwork and attacks were very smooth, and he did not seem like a beginner at all.

Geralt's words from that night echoed in my mind once again.

"Geralt roughly mastered the Wolf School Witcher's swordsmanship after two repetitions, while Aiken took seven."

"Me? It took me almost three hours, and even then, I only barely got the basics down."

"To catch up with them, I must put in a hundred times the effort, persevere relentlessly, and never slacken."

[Wolf School Witcher Swordsmanship Experience +1!]

Alwin's eyes lit up.

Does this also grant experience points?

Immediately, he looked at Aiken with burning eyes, as if he were looking at an experienced player.

The latter, also spurred on by Arwen's gaze, declared, "Arwen, I will prove Master Vesemir and the others wrong about you. I am the most outstanding apprentice!"

Arwen raised his sword to parry the incoming attack. "You talk too much nonsense."

"asshole!"

Aiken roared, his cat-like eyes filled with stubbornness and madness, and strode forward, slashing out with his wooden sword.

"Snapped!"

A clash of titans, wood chips flying everywhere.

Alwin kept a close watch, but his arms gradually went numb.

The battle reached a stalemate.

"I'm going to smash your turtle shell!"

Suddenly, Aiken leaned forward and unleashed a thrust.

Alwin's pupils shrank to pinpoints as his mental focus became intense.

This sudden thrust of the sword was fierce, but it also exposed many flaws.

In short, Aiken went berserk after failing to break through Aiken's defenses for so long!

opportunity!

Alwin decisively stepped forward, squeezed sideways in front of Aiken, and swung his arms with force.

The opponent's thrusting sword was deflected by the guard of the wooden sword in Alwin's hand.

With a raised leg, Alwin's knee slammed into Aiken's left hamstring.

"Ugh!"

A look of panic flashed in Aiken's cat eyes, and his charging body suddenly lost its balance, falling heavily to the ground.

By the time he realized what was happening, Alwin had already stepped on his back, and a sword was poking at the back of his neck.