God-level Demon Hunter

Sword light filled the entire training ground.

But his spin is different from the agility and precision of a vulture.

The range of each step is bigger, the steel sword is pressed lower, the range is wider, and the sense of power is full.

While spinning around, he also smoothly interspersed with various changes, such as lifting up, chopping down, and stabbing.

The sword style is varied to the extreme.

Roy was dazzled by the sight.

……

The breathless sword combo lasted for 5 minutes.

"Huh..." The man let out a long breath, turned around, and squeezed out an ugly smile on his sweat-soaked cheeks. The sweat was steaming, and the huge scar on his right face was even more hideous.

"Good morning, Escal, they wake up so early for training, are they still sleeping?"

"I'm used to it. If I don't move around every morning, I feel uncomfortable. You don't want to rest for a while? Do you want to practice together?"

The man picked up the training sword next to the wooden comb pile and threw it over.

Roy took the sword and did a sword dance, and stepped into the training ground with the sword in hand.

In front of his left foot and behind his right foot, a wooden sword stands on his right waist, the point of the sword locks the throat of the scar-faced man, and he smiles, full of fighting spirit.

……

10 minute later.

The Snake Demon Hunter was sweating profusely, leaning against the wooden comb pile with a deep expression on his face.

The Snake School with twin swords is ghostly and cunning, the Cat School is precise and deadly, and the Wolf School is changeable.

But no matter which school, no matter who he competes with in swordsmanship, he is always the one who is abused, and he has almost no strength to fight back.

Of course, the premise is that you can only use swordsmanship.

"I heard from Lei Suo that you have only been a beginner for more than a year, and it is quite good to be able to practice to this level." Escal patted him on the shoulder appreciatively, and handed over the water bag. "When I was fifteen or sixteen years old, it took me a lot of effort to kill a ghoul, and my sword skills were not as good as yours. There is no doubt, Roy, that you will be the leader of the Snake Sect in the future."

"If you lose, you lose. There's no need to comfort me... Escal, let me ask you a question." Roy took a sip of the water bag, his brows stretched, and it turned out that the water inside was not water, but a slightly sweet green liquid. Like some kind of juice to quench your thirst and replenish your energy, "Which of the four of you is the strongest in Kaer Morhen?"

"The battle changes rapidly, and it will fluctuate greatly due to physical and psychological factors. I can only give a rough idea." Escal leaned his back against the stake and rubbed his middle-parted hair with difficulty. "Anyway, Lambert is The weakest one, including swordsmanship and magic seal, because he is the youngest and has not yet reached the golden age of a demon hunter."

"When it comes to swordsmanship, Vesemir is well-deserved number one... Geralt is not bad either."

Roy nodded. After all, the old man is three times older than them, and he has mastered various schools of swordsmanship...and has rich practical experience.

"I can only be in the middle," Escal said, "and give them a hand in the fight."

"Master Escal, you are too humble. In my opinion, your sword skills are not inferior to Geralt's." Roy had seen the white wolf's sword skills in Brokleon, as elegant as a dance.

And Escal was wilder.

"Master Eskar, after practicing swordsmanship, can you guide me to sign?"

"It's not about guidance. Let's exchange experiences with each other. You first use all the seals you have mastered, and let me see."

……

In the spacious courtyard, the young demon hunter with black hair and golden eyes kept making weird gestures in mid-air with five fingers on his left hand, releasing his seal towards the spinning dummy.

Five kinds of spells flicker and ascend—the yellowish Quen, the purple Arden, the red-fired Igni, the blue Axie, and the blue Alder...

Forming a cycle, Roy used it for one round without stopping.

"Stop, that's enough. Roy, you gave me another surprise." Escal folded his arms around his chest, his amber pupils were full of surprise, "I just passed the trial of green grass, and I have such superb magic control. Unlimited."

"Well, there is no problem with your spell release at all. The movements are very standard, but you are not proficient enough... You need a lot of uninterrupted practice to further shorten the release time."

Roy wiped the sweat off his forehead and breathed a sigh of relief. In fact, because the ancient blood enhanced the affinity of the elements, his control over the seal has improved a lot compared to before.

"But there's something I don't understand... Your teacher only taught you five seals?" Eskar asked,

"To be precise, the Snake faction has mastered five seals in total." Roy smiled heartily when he heard this, and raised his head, like a student waiting for guidance with full expectation, said respectfully, "Listen to you, do they still exist? Other seals?"

"It's not really a secret, so it's okay to tell you..." Escal raised his head and chest unknowingly, pacing in the yard, "In addition to the five seals you just cast, there is also a Helio Sign of Tropp."

"It is similar to Quen, but the Quen seal is mainly used to resist physical blows... while Heriot is used to defend against elemental energy, that is, magic. It has good resistance to fire, lightning, and freezing."

"Wolf faction, just master this kind of seal."

After all, with Vesemir as a living fossil, it's not surprising that the wolf faction has one more seal than the snake faction.

Escal's thick palm stood in front of him, and his five fingers quickly made a strange gesture - the index finger and ring finger were close to the palm, the little finger was half-bent, and the thumb and middle finger were straight.

"Shh-"

No need for spells, with a light push of the palm of the hand, two opposite black triangular spells appeared in midair.

The black light on the spell spread, covering the whole body of the demon hunter, circulating continuously.

It looked eerie and frightening as it flashed across his pale cheeks.

"Roy, is there any remaining magic power? Come to me with the Sign of Igni..."

The young witcher immediately outlined his five fingers, pushed his left palm forward, and an orange fire snake sprang out from his palm, licking Escal's whole body.

Fiery red and black collide.

The former instantly turned into nothingness, while the black light was still flickering, only slightly dimmed.

Roy withdrew the seal, a trace of excitement flashed across his face.

If it was Quinn, even if it was cast by Serrit, who is the most proficient in the seal of the Snake faction, he would still be burned through by his Igni in an instant.

As for Heriotrop, it seems that he can withstand a hit or two.

This anti-magic seal is definitely a necessary ability to deal with magical creatures, and it perfectly fits the identity of Roy's mage's enemy.

He will never let go.

"Master Escal... the sixth seal is really unique. It's a bit presumptuous to say so, but can you..." Roy asked halfway through,

"Kaz—" Not far away, the huge wooden door of the main castle was pushed open.

A group of witchers rushed out one after another.

The white light outside the house fell on their faces, revealing a bunch of large or small dark circles.

Oakes stretched his waist and said carelessly, "Hey, Roy, Escal, what are you two doing up so early?"

"Ochs, did you blind yourself by beating Quint yesterday? It's not clear," Lambert said disdainfully. "The most diligent people from the two schools got together for training."

"As the seniors of the Snake Sect, you are not as hardworking as a student. Shouldn't you reflect on yourself?"

"Come on, Lambert," Oakes shook his head, "everyone present, including you, have slept late, don't you feel ashamed and angry... It happens that the wind is strong, and the rotating stake over there is suitable for hanging yourself suicide."

……

The demon hunters chattered into a mess.

Vesemir went straight over the dilapidated stone ladder under the big banyan tree, nodded at Roy, and glanced at the training swords scattered beside the stake.

"Good morning, young man, how is the communication going? Has Escal bullied the younger?"

"Actually, I was just asking the master about the Heliotrope seal, and then..."

The Snake Sect at the gate pricked up their ears.

Only mastering the five seals has always been a headache for the Snake School.Now suddenly hearing the sixth Dharma seal, who would not be tempted?

"So have you learned it?" Vesemir looked at the young witcher with gentle and encouraging eyes.

"Sorry, my qualifications are dull, and there are still some places I don't understand."

"Eskar, what are you still doing standing there?" Vesemir said, blowing his beard and staring, "I give you a week to teach Roy the Sign."

"No! Master Vesemir, thank you for your kindness." Leto immediately stood beside Roy and apologized, "This brat doesn't know the rules... so he asked your sect's secret without authorization."

"Don't pay attention to him, the seal is so precious, how can you give it to others so easily?"

Roy turned and rolled his eyes.

This bald-headed man didn't push the boat along the way and let himself pretend to be a bad guy?

"Okay, Leto, there's no need to blame this good guy who is eager to learn and make progress." Vesemir said happily, "Since you brought a bunch of gifts yesterday, let's use the sixth seal as a reward."

"Master Vesemir, is Snake Pie the kind of person who takes advantage of others?" Serrit also joined in to retort, "The gifts we gave are all worthless furs."

"I say yes, anyway, there are only four people left in Kaer Morhen. It's just a simple spellcasting technique, and it's still hidden. Could it be brought into the coffin to be buried with him later?!"

Seeing the other party's attitude is so clear.

Everyone in the Snake Sect accepted it silently.

And Roy couldn't help but admire Vesemir even more.

"As expected of the old man, he has such a mind."

"Since you gave me the seal, I will also give you a big gift!"

In his mind, only by abandoning the differences of schools among demon hunters, and opening up all kinds of materials such as seals, sword skills, alchemy, and blueprints to each other, instead of cherishing themselves, can the overall power truly develop.

Vesemir clearly possessed the guts.

But I just don't know if he can accept the concept of the fraternity.

Vesemir glanced at the members of the Wolf faction, "Eskar is in charge of Roy, and we will also exchange experience with the masters."

Next, an extremely harmonious scene appeared in the dilapidated courtyard.

The wolf faction and the snake faction, two by two, began to teach the Heliotrope seal hand in hand.

Roy stood in front of the rotating dummy, with five fingers of his left hand sunken into a strange shape. Because he used to use a sword with his right hand, he always released the seal with his left hand.

His gestures are exactly the same as Escal's gestures before. Of course, if you look carefully, you can still find that there is a big difference in the bending range of each finger, which is far from the standard.

The process of learning a new seal is extremely boring, just like the five basic starting positions of practicing swordsmanship, which is repetitive, lukewarm, and wears one's patience.

From a distance, it looks like a person standing in the same place in a daze, with one arm constantly retracting, pushing, retracting, pushing...

Accompanied by the five fingers, it neatly outlines curious octopus-like shapes one by one.

……

At first, when Roy made this strange seal, the magic power in his body was like a pool of stagnant water, motionless, and the four elements of earth, water, fire, and wind seemed to be frozen.

Roy, who has mastered the five witcher sigils, has long realized the essence of the sigils. Igni mobilizes the fire element, Alder and Arden mobilize the wind element, Axie mobilizes the water element, and Quen mobilizes the earth element.

And this Heliotrope seal, like his similar body, Quen, mobilizes the elements of the earth.

……

Roy kept repeating gestures, and Escal corrected them tirelessly.

His temper is just like his appearance, patient, meticulous, and not agitated at all.

Contrary to Lambert next door——

"Ox, to be honest, did you pass the witcher trial by cheating? I've never seen a guy with such uncoordinated fingers!"

"What an ass!"

"Shut up! I've never seen a guy who is as talkative and smelly as you. Don't buzz around my ears like a fly all day long. If you want to teach, just teach me honestly, otherwise I'll be replaced? !"

In the bickering between Lambert and Oakes.

The albino demon hunter and the bald man looked at each other with helpless expressions.

And Serrit and Vesemir were still studying meticulously.

……

"Huh..." Four hours later, Roy, who had failed thousands of times, suddenly came up with inspiration, and pushed out his left hand. Almost at the same time, the index finger and ring finger were close to the palm, the little finger was half-bent, and the thumb and middle finger were straightened.

The stagnant water of the magic power in the body was slightly rippling, and a part of the free earth element drilled out from the bones of the limbs, poured into the palm along the veins of the nothingness of the arm, and drilled out of the fingertips.

"Boom-"

A corresponding black triangular charm floated in the air.

A layer of black light rose up, covering Roy's whole body.

A green message flashed in the template.

You have learned the witcher's sign - Heliotrope: create an energy shield that resists elemental damage and wraps around the body.