Demon Hunter: I have a red gourd

Chapter 80 I can kill you ten thousand times, but it won’t be enough!

The offensive and defensive dynamics are different.

Now, it was Ivan's turn to fight back.

Compared to other schools, the Cat School is much more agile. They wear light armor and swing their swords more skillfully and quickly. However, compared to other schools, the Cat School also has a big flaw.

That is: the sword does not have enough force.

Although the Griffin School where Ivan belongs has no obvious advantages in physical fitness and swordsmanship, they also have their own advantages, that is: powerful magic seals.

This means that the shield formed by their Quen Seal is much stronger than that of other schools.

In the eyes of old Kelda, Ivan's talent is comparable to that of Elan, the founder of the Griffin School. The strength of the Quen he releases can be imagined.

What will happen if a slightly weaker attack power meets an extremely strong shield?

Of course, it is impossible to break through the defense.

Honestly, Ivan's knowledge of the School of Cats wasn't very deep, and he'd never seen a demon hunter from the School of Cats hunting monsters. He found it hard to imagine how a demon hunter like Brian could fight giant, hardy monsters like golems and gargoyles with just his sword.

No matter how fast Brian's attack is, can it compare to the Griffin, the Cult and the Golem?
So, brother, you don’t have the ability.

"Brian, look at your abilities. You can only act arrogantly in front of those powerless peasants. Waving your sword timidly and uttering a few harsh words might scare them."

"What you did in Ilo was truly 'heroic'! Facing the city's defenseless inhabitants, you were so majestic and swaggering, raising your butcher knife. Now, where has your arrogance gone?"

"You seem quite proud of the name 'Cat of Iroh'? Why, does bullying the weak give you a sense of accomplishment? Pointing your sword at a few-year-old child, did that moment make you feel incredibly masculine?"

"But I'm really curious, where did you get the courage, a scumbag like you, to actually dare to come right in front of me and challenge me? Just relying on your petty tricks?"

Ivan fought back flexibly while mocking him mercilessly. His voice was cold and sharp, like a sharp blade, piercing Brian's heart and ruthlessly cutting his self-esteem.

"Looking at those cloudy eyes of yours, it's obvious you haven't even passed the Dream Trial. And yet, you still have the audacity to call yourself a demon hunter? You don't even have the most basic qualifications, so how dare you boast and boss me around?"

Ivan's lips curled into a sneer of disdain, his eyes filled with contempt. He stopped making unnecessary blocking moves, and with every attack from Brian, he directly withstood it with the magical shield of the Quen Sign, without a trace of fear on his face.

At the same time, he attacked with all his might with the griffin steel sword in his hand. The sword's power was as fierce as a storm, instantly suppressing Brian's offensive and making it difficult for him to resist.

"I'd like to ask, why don't you dare to complete the trial? Are you afraid of death, afraid of losing your life in the trial? Or do you simply lack the courage to face the true test of the trial, and can only be a turtle?"

"You're so conceited, you see yourself as someone superior to all humans. But in my eyes, you're no different from a pathetic and ridiculous clown."

"You don't even have cat's eyes. You're probably no different from a blind man in the dark. With your appearance, how can you talk about strength? How can you talk about being powerful? It's just a dying fantasy of a rat in the gutter!" Brian's face turned red at a speed visible to the naked eye. Ivan's ridicule was like a sharp dagger, piercing every nerve of his.

He is a deeply contradictory person, with inferiority and pride intertwined and intertwined within him. His unfortunate childhood experiences have filled him with an extreme desire for strength and power, so much so that he constantly seeks to trample everyone under his feet in order to fill the emptiness and anxiety within him and to demonstrate his so-called strength.

After experiencing the Green Grass Trial of the Cat School, the bloodlust and madness hidden deep within him were fully awakened. Every time he held the gleaming steel sword, watching the sharp blade ruthlessly cut into the bodies of the weak, the crimson blood slowly flowed down the blade, staining his hands.

An indescribable excitement and pleasure would instantly spread throughout his body like an electric current. This feeling was like taking a large amount of anesthetic powder at once, making him unable to stop. It was even a hundred times more intense than the stimulation he could get from being with a woman.

But when he really faced a character who was far more powerful than himself, the inferiority complex hidden in his bones began to take effect again. This inferiority complex made him want to retreat involuntarily, and his knees seemed to have their own consciousness, trembling slightly, as if he was about to kneel down.

Once, in Nilfgaard, in order to vent the twisted desires in his heart, he swung his steel sword towards an entire peaceful village.

Countless villagers screamed and fell under his sword, and their blood dyed the entire earth red.

But unexpectedly, a warlock exuding a terrifying aura appeared in front of him, looking at his face quietly.

At that moment, fear overwhelmed him like a tide, his legs weakened uncontrollably, and the inferiority hidden in his heart was instantly aroused to the peak.

He finally knelt down, his face showing a mixture of anger, unwillingness, sadness and fear. He begged humbly and eagerly to serve the black-robed sorcerer in exchange for a glimmer of hope.

Now, facing Ivan's offensive, history repeated itself. That familiar feeling of inferiority, which he hated but could not shake off, once again gripped him tightly.

This young demon hunter in front of me is obviously just a young griffin cub, how can he be so strong?

Do I have to kneel down before him again and put on a smiling face in order to have a chance of survival?

impossible!
It's impossible!

He didn't want to experience that feeling of powerlessness again! Especially when facing a little kid who hadn't even grown all his hair!
Power! He wants power!
Those damned elves were completely unreasonable! Why couldn't they even protect the sacred blood that their own people cherished so dearly, and let this brat take advantage of them?

What a bunch of rubbish!
As long as he follows the instructions of the black-robed sorcerer, successfully obtains the holy blood of the elves, and brings it back intact, he will be able to get a portion of the holy blood as a reward.

The thought of the elven blood he might obtain made him tremble with excitement. The Cat School's mutation formula had a higher success rate for elves. Once he possessed elven blood, he would have greater confidence and be able to challenge the cruel Green Grass Trial and Dream Trial again!

And once he successfully passes the trial, he will become a true and undisputed demon hunter!
By then, he will no longer have to endure the ridicule and contempt of others. All those who have looked down on him and made him unable to hold his head up will crawl at his feet!
Even if it's a warlock, it's the same!
He slowly raised his head, the veins on his neck bulged, and his eyes were like two balls of burning fire, staring at Ivan's face.

Why did this damn griffin cub have to stand in the way of my pursuit of power?

I could kill you ten thousand times, but it wouldn't be enough!

(End of this chapter)