Everyone couldn't help but put down their knives and forks and looked over with questioning and concerned eyes.
Even 'Furball' on the ground stopped dealing with the meat strips and jumped onto Carter's lap uneasily, shouting 'meow' incessantly.
Carter quickly wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes and grinned at everyone. "I'm fine, I'm just too happy!"
When everyone heard this, they looked at each other and smiled, feeling relieved.
After the meal, everyone performed their duties according to the previous arrangement:
Russell is responsible for teaching Carter the basics Swordsmanship, while Harden takes the data recording Carter's body dimensions to find the Witcher's logistics staff to make the corresponding armor and cloak.
Ruiwen returns to the main castle every day to conduct spell research. As for Dick, he decided to come to the venue outside Kaer Morhen first.
At this time, the spacious field in front of the main castle was quite lively. Dozens of School of the Grizzly Bear demon hunters formed a large circle. In the circle, two naked disciples of School of the Grizzly Bear were fighting with bare hands.
Both of them are as strong as hills. One of them has a face with strong outlines and clear lines, and his lips are as thick as two small sausages. At this moment, he is tightly protecting his head with his hands, desperately resisting the attack;
The other is short in stature but as broad as a door panel, with a square face, small eyes, and a nose as round as a small potato. He is covered in fat and muscles. He looks naive, but when he strikes, his elbows and knees seem to be equipped with springs, constantly launching attacks, which is dizzying.
Dick said hello to the disciples around him, and then dove into the crowd.
Dick observed their fighting movements with great interest, and thought to himself: This is completely different from what he saw at Inn at the Crossroads before. This attack is fierce, powerful, and very methodical.
The bare-handed fighting skills of these two people are probably close to reaching the elite level.
After a few rounds, Sausage Mouth was obviously exhausted and gradually lost ground.
The fat pack muscle looked at the right moment and struck Sausage Mouth's chin with a sharp knee strike.
Sausage Mouth instantly collapsed to the ground and could not get up again.
But the fat bag muscle was not willing to give up, and quickly turned Sausage Mouth over, making him face down on the ground, and then straddled the other person's waist, spread his legs widely, and firmly pressed the other person's legs;
The arms are like two iron pliers, tightly clamping the opponent's calf, and then pulling it up with force.
This moment was incredible, Sausage Mouth's torso instantly deformed, almost looking like a crab.
His face turned red, his eyes rolled white, and large beads of sweat rolled down his forehead.
The two thick pieces of Sausage Mouth turned out like a small trumpet, and the tongue hung out uncontrollably, drooling all over the floor.
He couldn't bear it any longer. After regaining his composure, he quickly slapped his big hands on the ground, signaling for mercy.
Only then did the fat-packed muscles triumphantly release their restraints on each other.
Immediately afterwards, several demon hunters dragged the loser away.
The fat man raised his hands high in the air toward the surrounding demon hunters, attracting a burst of cheers and boos.
At the very back of the crowd, there was a one-eyed demon hunter wearing an eyepatch, sitting steadily on a stool, holding a quill in his hand, recording something constantly, and shouting loudly:
"The winner of the second round is Boar. Who is the next challenger?"
When Dick heard this, he immediately became interested and said loudly, "I want to participate, what are your rules?"
As soon as these words were spoken, the surrounding "brothers and nobles" immediately exploded.
"Dick, with your small body, you also want to participate in our training? With your thin arms and legs, can you do it?"
"Yeah, Brother Mouth can't beat Boar, why do you still want to overestimate your own capabilities? Don't be beaten until the time comes!"
"Great, you finally figured it out. The perfect destination for a man is to build bigger muscles. Join us School of the Grizzly Bear to become a big muscle tyrant! Maybe he can be as powerful as Boar in the future!"
Dick naturally will not pay attention to the joking words of these people.
"Huh? Dick, you actually want to practice fighting, that's interesting." The one-eyed demon hunter looked at Dick carefully.
"Of course there are bets. Now Crown Festival is coming soon, and not every witcher has made money this year.
"The principle of fighting is very simple. You bet your own money, and you are not allowed to use weapons or Signs after you get on stage. You are also not allowed to hit the throat, perineum, and back of the head. After that, if you win, it will be doubled, and if you lose, it will be nothing.
"Okay." Dick cheerfully took out his pocket, took out 20 Kelang and threw them over.
"It's indeed a big deal." One Eye easily took the money thrown in the air and said with a smile, "Then we will give School of the Grizzly Bear's disciple Noah, nicknamed 'Boar', to fight against Dick of School of the Lynx!"
People around him cheered and cheered, and Dick immediately took off his upper body armor and handed it to One Eye, and then walked into the field.
The School of the Grizzly Bear demon hunter known as "Boar" saw Dick coming forward. He touched his nose subconsciously, raised his chin slightly, and showed a trace of pride on his face;
Then he turned around, with his back to Dick, and posed in several exaggerated poses towards the onlookers, deliberately showing off his thick muscles and well-trained abdominal muscles, which seemed to declare that he was very powerful.
The surrounding School of the Grizzly Bear disciples also began to respond with concave expressions, with extremely confident expressions on their faces.
Dick waited like this for two or three minutes. When his patience was exhausted, Boar slowly turned around.
"Let's start. Relax. Although the process will be a bit painful, I will be measured and won't break your bones." Boar joked with a grin.
Dick didn't say anything to this, but his eyes suddenly became extremely sharp, his feet swayed slightly from side to side rhythmically, and his muscles all over his body were tense, ready for battle.
He knew in his heart that no matter how ridiculous the demon hunter's behavior seemed, his strength was definitely not something that ordinary people could compete with.
Seeing Dick's serious look, Boar also put away the smile on his face, the flesh at the corners of his mouth drooped slightly, his legs were slightly bent, he jumped a few times quickly on the spot, and his feet swayed from side to side just like Dick;
The two of them moved slowly and cautiously around the field for half a circle, occasionally kicking out a symbolic kick, always keeping a certain distance, and neither of them rashly launched a close attack.
The "brothers" who were watching around were already impatient and began to shout loudly, "Can you two hurry up? You are so slow that we almost fall asleep."
Dick seemed to be oblivious to these noisy words and was still staring at Boar's every move.
Not long after, he keenly sensed an opportunity:
At this moment, Boar seemed to have suddenly become distracted. He stared blankly to the right in front of him, and shouted to the crowd, "Then I have to ask you carefully??"
Naturally, Dick would not let go of such a good opportunity. He immediately rushed towards the left side of Boar, clenched his right fist, and used all his strength to throw a straight punch towards Boar's abdomen.