Cat's Death

There were no words, no conversation.

As fellow witchers Ailin and Brett seemed to have a blood feud, using every means to try and kill each other.

In the dimly lit room, sparks flew from the fierce clash of swords.

In the dimly lit room, Brett gradually sketched out his opponent's appearance in his mind, and slowly realized that something was wrong.

Her height is on the shorter side, which is normal, but that fleeting glimpse of her childlike face and her clear, clean, azure Cat Eyes...

The "veteran witcher of the School of the Wolf" in front of me seemed very young, extremely young.

Like... like a witcher who has just passed the trial.

But how could that be... Brett shook his head slightly and leaned back to dodge the sweeping silver sword.

Such skillful and refined swordsmanship, along with superb and proficient hand seals, could not be achieved without twenty or thirty years of training.

Even the legendary orthodox School of the Wolf of the Witcher Conclave could not have done this.

Moreover, such power, speed, and agility...

Even the most talented witcher has limitations in how much their Mutated Organ can enhance their physical abilities.

Even a witcher who has just passed the trial could not possibly possess such physical attributes.

"Call!"

A flash of silver light sliced through the air, heading diagonally toward his head.

The School of the Cat Witcher sneered.

"Clumsy School of the Wolf swordsmanship!" he thought to himself.

He could sense that the other person was already suppressing the instinct that Treyis called "clumsy spinning."

"Unfortunately, since it is called instinct, how can it really be restrained?"

Brett's eyes flashed with a fierce light. He stomped his right foot on the ground, and the power quickly shot out from his wrist and was transferred to his longsword.

Clang!

Clang! Clang!

The cold light flashed three times in succession, luring the enemy into an open position.

"A good opportunity... "Brett shouted in his heart, gripping the sword hilt tightly with both hands.

"Whoosh!"

The sharp blade pierced the air and struck the leather chest armor, which was wide open due to the continuous and rapid slashes.

"Bang!"

Another explosion.

The golden light from the shattered Quen Shield illuminated the enemy's youthful face.

"Such a youthful appearance is perfect for assassination!"

As he gazed at the face that flashed by in the light, an idea inexplicably popped into Brett's mind.

but.

Immediately following, an immense and abundant force surged from the tip of the longsword, its unstoppable momentum interrupting his reverie.

It seems that in the next moment, Brett will be forced to dodge by backflipping and jumping, just like the first time, and will be forced to create distance.

Then he watched helplessly as the Wolf School Hunter added another layer of Quen Shield to himself.

Ultimately, they would either be worn down to death due to the School of the Cat witchers' poor physical condition, or they would receive support from other companions.

But is it really that simple?

With a slight twitch in his arm muscles to dissipate the force, Brett pressed himself against the wall just before the shockwave arrived, dodging the impact of the exploding Quen Shield.

Immediately following.

Before the School of the Wolf's witchers could use the Quen Sign.

Brett took two quick steps forward, holding the sword in both hands, and flicked his wrist slightly.

The light, effortless force caused the longsword aimed at the enemy's right shoulder to dart about like a gazelle leaping over a cliff.

really.

The School of the Wolf witcher opposite him followed the initial trajectory of the longsword, wielding his silver sword, and was deceived by this feint, swinging it directly into empty space.

The person's entire body center of gravity was thus thrown off balance at that moment.

"There were no gasps or screams?" Brett thought with some disappointment.

This is his proudest technique, created after facing at least ten highly skilled knights head-on, based on the swordsmanship of the School of the Cat.

The sudden change of target by the tip of the longsword can catch the enemy off guard.

Often, a moment of shock can be enough to decide life or death.

It may seem like just a simple flick of the wrist.

It requires not only superhuman strength and nimble wrists to control a longsword that can suddenly change direction, but also keen perception to pinpoint the enemy's location in low-light conditions.

This is his ultimate understanding of the School of the Cat's deadly swordsmanship, a technique that even the School of the Cat's grandmaster, Treyis, once praised.

Those rigid witchers of the School of the Wolf, who only know how to hunt stupid monsters, would never understand...

The thrill of dancing on the edge of a knife when people fight each other.

It's more exciting and enjoyable than spending a night in the most expensive pink pub on Rose Street in the royal city of Ad Kalley.

The only flaw in this sword strike is the power reduction caused by the sudden change of direction; the force of the thrust is only one-sixth of that of a normal straight thrust.

but...

So what?

Humans are such fragile creatures that the weight of a longsword alone can kill them.

That School of the Wolf witcher is doomed!

Hehehe~

A strange and cruel laugh rang out.

Brett's eyes flashed with a cruel glint, and an exaggerated smile curled at the corners of his mouth.

The sharp longsword flickered and then pierced straight towards the heart of the Wolf School witcher.

Brett gazed into the darkness before him, his heart filled with an irrepressible excitement.

He knew that at the end of his vision was the blurry face of the School of the Wolf witcher.

His mind automatically filled in the blank, panicked, and fearful expressions on the faces of those who had died by his sword in the past.

However, in the next instant...

Suddenly, a pair of cold, blue Cat Eyes lit up in the darkness.

The gaze that fell upon Brett was as cold as the pure white snow outside a caravan in winter.

Damn it!

What's going on?

Brett suddenly felt a chill run through his body, his hair stood on end, and the inexplicable sense of crisis that suddenly appeared made his teeth chatter and his scalp tingle.

However, this strange scene did not slow down the speed at which the longsword pierced its target.

Even though the School of the Wolf witcher did his best to dodge, the sharp tip of his sword still pierced through the leather armor, tore through the flesh, and hurtled towards...

Wrong!

No way!

"How is that possible!"

Brett roared incredulously.

His signature move, his sharp longsword, actually stopped after piercing flesh...

It was like a blunt blade piercing cowhide...

"How is that possible!"

Brett panicked and tried to correct the direction of the longsword.

However, due to the enemy's sidestep, the longsword slid across flesh and leather armor, cutting a gash before piercing straight towards the ceiling of the room.

The next moment.

Brett was horrified to discover...

The School of the Wolf witcher whose strange blue Cat Eyes suddenly flashed has disappeared!

His arm resisted the momentum of the longsword swinging into the void, trying to retract the blade.

He strained to turn his head to the left, trying to find the figure that had suddenly disappeared before his eyes.

Then,

Brett suddenly felt his head lighten, a strong smell of rust filled his nostrils, and his vision began to slowly rotate involuntarily.

then.

In a fleeting moment, I saw those cold, icy blue Cat Eyes again.

Found it!

He thought to himself.

He tried to control his hands and his longsword, but to no avail.

And so, he understood everything.

"Perhaps Death has such beautiful eyes."

This was the last thought in his mind.

The next moment.

Brett, a Witcher of the School of the Cat who created techniques that even the Grandmasters of the School of the Cat marveled at, has fallen into an eternal slumber.

"Clang!"

Elsa was sheathed.

The smell of rust in the air wafted into my nostrils.

After mentally consuming a dose of Drowner Heart Essence Fluid to alleviate the demon hunter's fatigue, Ailin felt a strange wave of nausea rising in his stomach.

This was the first time he had killed someone since he came into this world, and the person he killed was one of his own kind.

But he didn't regret it; he only regretted not using "Demon Hunter" sooner.

after all.

If he had been careless and hadn't used the Witcher in order to achieve a quick victory out of concern for the safety of Huus, Bont, and Fred, he would very likely have died in this battle!

Ailin looked down and subconsciously touched the finger-length cut on the leather armor.

He could feel that the wound on his chest was not serious, about one centimeter deep.

But this was definitely the closest Ailin had ever come to death. If the force of that sword strike had been just a few points stronger, if he hadn't had those ten points of Elemental Affinity to help Ailin stop the sword.

Even when he wasn't in demon-hunting mode, his cold and ruthless emotional state prevented him from panicking due to a temporary setback.

He had no chance to turn around and dodge; the sword would pierce his heart directly.

"The swordsmanship of the School of the Cat Witchers is truly terrifying!"

Ailin glanced instinctively at the headless corpse on the ground.

Given similar physical abilities, the School of the Cat's fierce and swift sword attacks are truly difficult to withstand.

Compared to the School of the Wolf Two-Handed Sword, Ailin truly experienced the agility and versatility of swordsmanship.

"I wonder how Huus and the others are doing now?"

"If all the enemies I encounter are like this School of the Cat witcher..."

Upon realizing this, Ailin's heart sank. He quickly cast a Quen Shield on himself, drew his steel sword, and jumped onto the windowsill.

The streets outside the hotel were deserted.

However, on the dark and gloomy street, the snoring of the villagers who were sound asleep had completely disappeared, leaving only the curses and shouts from the inn, as well as the mournful sound of metal clashing.

Clearly, the strange noises inside the hotel had awakened the residents of Hundred Fruit Garden.

Ailin sighed inwardly, climbed out of the window, and walked onto the thatched, gabled roof.

This was just a small inn in a small town. There were only six rooms on the second floor. The group of witchers from the School of the Wolf stayed in five rooms, while Ailin and Vesemir stayed at the head and tail of the room, respectively.

"Damn it, you're not a Witcher apprentice at all, who are you?"

"And were you just playing a trick on me? How come your swordsmanship has improved so quickly in such a short time?"

As Ailin walked along the thatched roof, just as he reached the window of Huus's room, angry and panicked curses came from inside.

"Looks like Huus is alright." He leaned out the window and looked inside.

"Clang!"

Amidst the clash of swords, the School of the Cat witcher unleashed a torrent of curses.

However, Huus did not speak, but instead slashed with his sword again as a response.

Surprisingly, it wasn't the School of the Cat witchers who had the upper hand in the dimly lit room, but Huus.

When Ailin saw this, he was stunned for a moment, but then he realized what was happening.

That's true.

Quen Sign LV2, School of the Wolf Two-Handed Sword LV3, Cat Eye Potion, plus swordsmanship level is at most School of the Cat hunter who has just "graduated" about ten years ago.

It would be surprising if Huus lost.

"Without realizing it, the little kid who used to follow me around seems to have started to stand on his own."

"But compared to that Brett, this School of the Cat witcher is really weak."

Ailin sighed inwardly and breathed a slight sigh of relief.

It seems he was just incredibly lucky!

Judging from the battle, the School of the Cat Witcher will die by Huus's sword in five minutes at most.

However, the situation with Bont and Fred is still unclear, and there is absolutely no news from Vesemir's side.

After a moment's thought, Ailin decided not to wait for Huus to deal with the enemy himself and jumped in through the window.

"Bang!"

The hilt of the steel sword struck the nameless cat-faction demon hunter on the back of the head with lightning speed.

"Ailin!"

Huus was stunned for a moment. After seeing the person's appearance, his eerie green Cat Eyes, which were black due to the Cat Eye Potion, immediately became round with joy.

He knew that the reason he was able to overpower that strange man in black was because he was being watched by the "Witcher's Eye".

Otherwise, how could his swordsmanship have improved so rapidly in battle?

"Ailin, these people are all..."

Before they could exchange pleasantries, Ailin raised her hand to interrupt Huus and quickly assigned tasks.

"It's me. I'll go next door to find Fred. You go directly to help Bont, and after you've dealt with the trouble, wait for us in Fred's room."

Huus nodded seriously and followed behind Ailin, about to leave the room.

Ailin suddenly turned his head and said seriously:

"Huus! Do you remember what Master Vesemir said? Don't hold back, just treat these enemies as water ghosts."

Huus paused for a moment, glanced subconsciously at the man in black lying unconscious on the ground, and nodded vigorously.

Then.

Two Witchers from the School of the Wolf walked up to Fred's window.

Huus continued forward, and Ailin cautiously peeked out.

"Bang"

A pale yellow light flashed, followed by a soft, explosive sound.

The man in black staggered from the shockwave of the shattered Quen Shield, but then charged forward again.

Obviously.

Fred's opponent was even weaker than Huus '.

Because while the LV2 Quen Shield does have the ability to knock back enemies, it is very weak, only enough to push them gently with your hand.

Moreover, given Fred's level of mystery is only seven, in reality, the thrust from the shattering shield would be even less.

If Fred hadn't struggled with the School of the Wolf Two-Handed Sword against the School of the Cat witcher's swordsmanship, he might have won much earlier.

However, judging from the trajectory of this imposter Witcher's longsword, each strike was aimed at non-lethal areas such as the arms, shoulders, thighs, and waist.

"Could it be that there are also disagreements among these School of the Cat?"

"Is this Witcher one of those who are more favorable to the School of the Wolf?"

As Ailin pondered this, his hands moved without hesitation.

He pushed off the windowsill with his right foot and landed directly behind the School of the Cat Witcher, without even touching the hilt of his steel sword.

He punched him hard in the back of the head.

"Thump~"

The cat-like witcher collapsed and drifted off to a peaceful sleep.

Ailin's rescued teammate is added.

"Fred, let's go, let's go next door to meet with Huus, Bont, and..."

Ailin looked up, about to arrange for Fred to go with him to find Bont.

"Ailin!"

Huus's screams and screams came from outside the window.

Ailin's heart sank.

Huus and Bont are in trouble!