The swordsmanship of the Demon Hunters is very distinctive, grand and powerful, yet also aesthetically pleasing.
However, these Demon Hunters are pragmatists. Whenever necessary, they would never mind adopting a clumsy roll to avoid potential attacks.
Like a Shining Cross Sword forged in a furnace for an unimaginable length of ti, wherever it touched, weeds imdiately caught fire. Clearly, Losa intended to create a battlefield terrain favorable to himself.
But the Demon Hunters responded swiftly. Geralt raised a Quen Shield to block Losa's strike, and then Lambert used an Alder Rune to extinguish the spreading flas.
Taking advantage of Losa's unfinished sword montum, Escal attacked from the flank, thrusting towards his rib.
The three Demon Hunters joined forces, their attacks coming in waves, clearly divided in tasks. Even when Losa played a trump card, he achieved no obvious success.
Losa suddenly turned his head, a dragon shadow faintly flashing behind him, with the Dragon Mighty sweeping like a tide. In that mont of Escal's distraction, Losa quickly dodged the thrust and viciously smashed the poml of the Cross Sword into Escal's face.
Once, twice, three tis!
Losa intended to expand his advantage by taking down one of the three while Escal was reeling from the heavy blows.
But his Beast Intuition started blaring warnings. Without turning, Losa knew the attack from Geralt and Lambert was coming to reinforce. He hesitated only for a mont before deciding to turn and face the enemy.
His arm powered up, and the Cross Sword spun back, clashing with Lambert's attack with a clang, while a searing fireball appeared in his other hand, which he hurled at the approaching Geralt.
Bang—
The Alder Rune shattered the fireball into a shower of sparks, landing on the Quen Shield around him, producing a teeth-gritting noise.
Geralt's footsteps didn't pause at all; his sword's tip aid directly at Losa's wide-open flank.
Escal seized the opportunity to rapidly distance himself, wiping the blood streaming from his face, panting heavily.
He had temporarily lost his combat ability; he hadn't worn a helt, and with Losa's imnse force, anyone else's head might have shattered.
Moreover, it seed he didn't need to return to the battlefield now.
Escal fixed his gaze on Losa; his weapon was parried by Lambert, leaving one arm to block Geralt's strike, which could cut through even a giant.
Geralt's strike, long prepared, humorously referred to as the "New Year's Swordsmanship," concentrated all his body's power at one point. Even if Losa had the Cast Iron Body, he couldn't possibly withstand it.
"Lady, Losa has perford quite admirably," Vesemir comnted.
"But it's not over yet," Prajna shook her head. She understood Losa's hidden cards more clearly than he did, as it was her talent.
Solid Stone!
Once activated, within three seconds, the effect was brutally straightforward—immune to all physical damage!
As a result, Geralt's deadly strike, created with Lambert's reckless support, was utterly ineffective.
His longsword slid down Losa's shoulder, and the intense recoil almost made Geralt lose his grip on his weapon. anwhile, Losa's counterattack was already underway.
The target of the counterattack was Lambert.
In his effort to create a winning opportunity for Geralt, Lambert's position was already quite dire, almost leaving him alone to face Losa's full power.
Losa's fiery Cross Sword, with a scorching heat, swiftly descended. His arms bulged with veins, and under the Bloodfall's aid, his force was more terrifying than Hans and Venezia, forcing Lambert to his knees with a thud.
Losa, without hesitation, kicked him in the chest.
The instant the Cross Sword swept past, Lambert turned to ash, coagulating again beside Prajna on the high tower—Demon Hunter gave a thumbs up: "That was quite powerful."
Losa had no interest in replying; eliminating Lambert unexpectedly did nothing to lessen his pressure.
The three seconds of Solid Stone had already passed.
Geralt and Escal attacked from front and back, their relentless attacks pushed Losa back into disadvantage. Though his abilities were indeed comprehensive, during such close combat, larger spells like the Blood Spear couldn't be cast in ti, and the Fireball Technique beca Losa's equivalent of the Demon Hunters' "Igni Rune."
But as long as he endured this round of attacks, dealing with two people would certainly be simpler than three.
The course of the next battle between the three grew sowhat mundane, with Losa consistently defensive, gathering power—just Geralt and Escal couldn't completely overpower Losa.
In the end, after ten minutes, the battle concluded with Losa taking a decisive move at the cost of injury, eliminating Escal.
Left facing Geralt alone, the duel between the two was especially exhilarating. Losa abandoned all flashy techniques, engaging in a straightforward swordplay duel.
But everyone knew that alone, Geralt was no longer Losa's match.
"You won," Geralt said, breathlessly halting his actions. "What now, are you going to give a sword as well and send to the sidelines?"
Opposite, the blood in Losa's eyes gradually faded, showing fatigue and yet more excitent.
Without this duel, even Losa couldn't have guessed that in just ten days, his swordsmanship would have improved so terrifyingly. At their first encounter, Geralt had utterly crushed him in swordplay.
Their swordsmanship seed close, but there was a fundantal difference—a gap between expert and master.
"Ha, didn't you hit quite hard just now?"
Losa joked with a smile. His shoulder, abdon, and arm bore three large wounds, fortunate that the Demon Hunters hadn't coated their swords with poison—otherwise, even his Dragon Descendant body, immune to most poisons, might have seen his power reduced to less than half near the battle's end, unlikely to match Geralt.
"Well done,"
Prajna's gentle voice descended from the tower. She extended her hand, and the two found themselves high among the clouds.
Looking down, the world seed frozen in ti.
Clouds, birds, trees, all halted in place.
"Do you like it here?"
Prajna asked.
"Of course,"
Losa naturally favored the story of Demon Hunters, more so than the Song of Winter and Sumr, or else his first choice wouldn't have been this book.
"I like it here too,"
Prajna revealed a rare smile.
"You're much more cheerful now."
"Indeed, which version of do you like?"
"I like them all, but seeing you cheerful makes feel more gratified."
Losa's response was impeccable.
Learning the Demon Hunter Swordsmanship held significant aning for Losa. At the very least, it gave him better ans of self-preservation against large monsters, and with diligent practice, it would suffice.
The Demon Hunters may not have slain dragons, but they did slay Dragon Lizards.
In the past two days, Losa had learned much from it. Such expansive swordsmanship wasn't overhyped to be Dragon Slaying Skill, but it was reliable against large monsters.
"By the way, how many days have passed outside during my ti in Ker Morhan?"
Upon awakening, Losa's ears heard a system notification.
You have activated the milestone: German Sword Saint.
Description: Your swordsmanship has initially entered the extraordinary threshold, perfect and exert your swordsmanship, and you will beco a sword master rembered in history.
Milestone Status: Pending completion.
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