"That's it." Dick nodded:
Unexpectedly, Fisher usually seems to be very smooth and likes to compliment others. Generally speaking, this kind of person has average strength. I thought he only became the captain by flattering others, but I didn't expect that he is really strong.
Dick also secretly warned himself that in the future, he should not look at people superficially, but only after in-depth contact with them before he can draw conclusions, otherwise he might suffer a big loss at some point.
His Swordsmanship is only [Expert Level], but Fisher can kill three monsters in a row. Although it is with the help of his subordinates, his Swordsmanship may not have reached [Elite Level].
No wonder he is so highly regarded, his status to Odinburg is similar to that of a butler.
And why can he be so powerful in the battle to defend the city?
Because he is a demon hunter, he has twice the physique of an ordinary person.
This is twice the physique of an ordinary person, but the demon hunter has been trained to the limit of human beings and fully exerted the ability of this physique. Coupled with Swordsmanship, which is not too bad, the power is naturally greatly increased.
"By the way, Dick, or you can come and teach me Swordsmanship."
Kebi suddenly thought of something, "If I combine you with Fisher's Swordsmanship, wouldn't I be even better?"
Dick smiled and said, "My Swordsmanship is mainly used to deal with monsters. I always feel that it does not match the Swordsmanship style mentioned by Fisher."
"So, please forgive me for saying sorry."
"Is this so..." Kebi looked slightly disappointed.
Fisher on the side spoke from a professional perspective, "What Dick said does make sense. Although some people say that Bo is the master of hundreds of schools of thought and has a comprehensive understanding, but Master Kebi,"
He continued with a serious face, "If you haven't mastered one Swordsmanship thoroughly, you will rashly integrate Swordsmanship from other sects, which will make you completely different. In this way, your Swordsmanship strength will also decrease."
"I see." Kebi scratched his head, "Then Captain Fisher, you should continue to guide me."
"Okay, I will teach you all my family history Swordsmanship."
"By the way, Dick, why don't you two compete?" Kebi suddenly suggested. "I really want to meet our Odinburg's strongest Swordsmanship master, who is the better Swordsmanship or you demon hunter?"
Apparently, he got interested in it on a whim.
Dick quickly waved his hand. "No, no, no, the sword has no eyes."
"You are using wooden swords, it doesn't matter."
Fisher saw this, figured out Kebi's thoughts, and nodded quickly.
"Yes, Dick, we can both control the intensity and not hurt the other person's life, just follow Kebi's wishes."
When the soldiers on the side saw this, they all started shouting, "Compare, compare."
Seeing this, Dick could only take the wooden sword from Kebi's hand, while Fisher also took a wooden sword from the weapons rack nearby.
"Then Witcher, let's compete."
After saying that, the two of them looked at each other, then slowly moved forward, slowly circling around the field while maintaining a certain distance.
Dick is looking for flaws in Fisher, and so is Fisher.
Dick walked slowly for a few steps and found that Fisher was holding the sword sideways in front of him, with the other hand behind his back, using his calf to move forward and backward quickly.
After looking at it for a long time and not finding any flaws, Dick decided to go straight ahead.
Amidst the scream of the wooden sword tearing through the air, the soles of Dick's boots scratched two dents on the blue brick floor.
The muscles of his right arm were knotted, and the wooden sword turned into a gray shadow and swept past, and the wind of the sword rolled up a few strands of hair on Fisher's temples.
The captain's leather armor made a tight squeaking sound as he leaned back, and the heel of his boots hit the cracks in the bluestone slab precisely. He took half a step back like a puppet pulled by silk threads, and the tip of the sword barely brushed his Adam's apple.
Taking advantage of the gap between Dick's strength, another sword stabbed straight at his shoulder blade.
Dick relied on his strong physical fitness to quickly retract his sword and block the blow.
Then it swung out again, and this time Fisher dodged sideways in a slightly embarrassed manner.
Then he counterattacked with two stabs.
Dick once again used his long sword to block these two attacks. He exerted force on his feet and flew out in the air, attacking Fisher again.
Fisher's pupils suddenly shrank to the size of a pinhead, and the decent smile that had been hanging at the corner of his mouth all year round began to twitch.
When he staggered back, the veins on the back of the hand holding the sword popped out like an awakened python, but then relaxed into aristocratic softness the moment he touched Dick's palm.
Dick reached out at the right moment and pulled him up, thus preventing Fisher from falling over.
The onlookers suddenly gasped collectively, and the sound of a dozen leather chests contracting at the same time was like a leaking bellows.
A certain recruit's iron gauntlet clanged to the ground and bounced back and forth in the suddenly silent school field.
There was a burst of exclamation from around. "As expected of Master Dick."
A soldier shouted, "Yes, yes, even our strongest Swordsmanship master, Captain Fisher, was defeated. Captain Fisher, he wants to treat us to a drink tonight to celebrate."
"You boy."
Fisher smiled bitterly and pointed at the soldier, but he didn't mean to blame him.
He looked around again. "Let's all disperse. Go and deal with business and go on patrol immediately."
"Yes, yes." The soldiers agreed one after another.
When there were few people around, Kebi on the side nodded repeatedly. "Dick, you are indeed strong, you can actually defeat Fisher."
"It was just a fluke." Dick shook his head, knowing full well that the Swordsmanship of Fisher just now was actually stronger than him.
According to the prompts on the panel, it is true that his Swordsmanship has reached the elite value, but he is twice as strong as an ordinary person. It was a miracle that he defeated Fisher.
"Dick, there is no need to be modest. If you lose, you lose." At the end, Fisher looked proud, "There is a person in my family, Swordsmanship, who should be stronger than you."
Dick had just defeated Fisher, so naturally he didn't want to embarrass the other party, so he followed the latter's words and asked, "Oh, what's his name?"
What Fisher is waiting for is the sentence Dick.
"His name is Tatum, and my hometown is Bacchus Empire. I am 38 years old this year, and Tatum is 15 years younger than me. He has had the talent of Swordsmanship since he was a child.
"Whenever, you two have a chance to compete.
"As for me, I won't get involved in these things. I really want to know whether our ordinary Swordsmanship can rival a demon hunter?"
"Okay, let's have a chance to compete."
Dick asked again, "Kebi, how is the repair of my house going?"
"And has my silver sword been repaired?"
"I would have forgotten about it if you didn't tell me."
Kebi slapped his head, "The master blacksmith went back drunk last night, and then he started working all night. This morning, your silver sword was remixed with silver powder and repaired.
It's on the weapons rack next to it, didn't you see it?"
The School of the Lynx etched on the scabbard glowed coldly in the morning light. When Dick held the hilt wrapped in reindeer skin, the repaired silver sword made a clear unsheathed sound.
The newly forged sword body shone like liquid silver in the sunlight, and he could clearly see the wavy tempering patterns - this was proof of quenching.
"I know you demon hunters have two swords. As for the steel sword, use the one next to the weapon rack. That is our standard long sword, and we can only make do with it now." Kebi added.
"Thank you."
"Dick, your armor is seriously damaged, so for the time being, you can only... come,"