The first round of the competition ended with Wayne's victory, and instead of showing a joyful expression on his face, Viselmir sighed.

He looked at the two members of the Wolf Sect beside him who were depressed because of the loss, and said:

"Geralt, Eskel, which of you is going to compete with Wayne next?"

Eskell was a little distressed by the loss of the fifty Orons he had managed to survive, and he turned to Geralt and said:

"I'll go for the second round, but do you want to make another bet, who will win this time, me or Wayne?"

Thinking of the two hundred and fifty Oren he had lost to Viselmir, Geralt gritted his teeth and said:

"It should have been Lambert's light enemy just now, although the little guy's sword speed is fast, but if it were you, he should be able to deal with it."

"Let's continue to gamble, bet on Wayne to win, one to one, bet on you to win, two to one."

"Eskel, how much are you betting?"

The scar-faced witcher thought for a moment, took out a ruby pendant from his underwear pocket, and handed it to Geralt, saying:

"This is the ruby necklace I found in one of the ruins, it should be worth two hundred Oren."

"I'll push myself to win."

Geralt whistled.

"Good thing, it looks like you had a good harvest last year."

He reached out and took the necklace, shook it in his hand, then turned to Viselmir and asked:

"How's that, old man, still gambling?"

Vesmir clasped his hands on his chest, turned his head to glance at Geralt, and snorted:

"Put all the three hundred Oron I won on Wayne."

"However, if I win, I don't need you to give me six hundred Oren, and I guess you don't have that many coins on you."

"This winter, I'm going to teach him how to decoction witcher potions."

"When the time comes, it's up to you to take him into the forest and teach him how to collect herbs and monster tissues."

Geralt quietly breathed a sigh of relief when he didn't have to pay his gambling debts, and he nodded at the old witcher and said:

"No problem, old man, even if you lose, I will be responsible for this matter."

After Wayne had rested for about ten minutes, Askell ignored Lambert, who had been complaining beside him, and stood opposite Wayne with a training steel sword.

Due to a battle in his early years, which left the man with a horrific scar on his face, and the fact that the witcher was discriminated against by many people, Eskell was more silent than the other witchers.

He picked up the steel sword, assumed a defensive posture of the wolf school's swordsmanship, and whispered to Wayne:

"Let's get started, little one."

"I'll do my best against you."

However, Wayne, who was standing opposite him, did not immediately assume a combat posture, but made a pause gesture to him, turned his head and shouted to Viselmir:

"Teacher, I hope that in the next two competitions, I can use the power of the Law Seal."

"The Fa Seal is also part of our Demon Hunter's strength."

Viselmir didn't immediately agree, but turned to look at Askell, and after Scarface Witcher nodded, he said to Wayne:

"Yes, child, you can use the power of the seal."

"But we're all companions, you have to be careful."

Wayne nodded respectfully to his teacher, then turned to look at Askell, and made eye contact with the silent witcher.

He stretched out his left hand, twisted his fingers, and made the casting gesture of the Quinn Seal, and a few seconds later, with the blessing of his Rank 8 Seal skill, a netted shield of mana covered his body.

Although this layer of shield does not look much different from the ordinary Quinn shield, only Wayne himself knows that under the effect of his special class specialty, powerful spellcasting, this layer of Quinn shield has consumed almost half of the chaos magic power in his body, and the strength is several times that of ordinary Quinn shields, which is enough to resist several powerful slashes.

Eskar on the other side didn't know this, and after he added a layer of Quinn shield to himself, he re-assumed the defensive posture of the wolf school's swordsmanship.

The second competition officially began, this time, Wayne did not rely on his high speed to attack, in the past battle training, he had already figured out Eskel's intelligence, he is probably the most conservative swordsman in the wolf school.

Unlike Lambert, who has a fiery personality, and Geralt, who is very talented, Askell is very calm in both personality and fighting style, and will no longer be caught off guard by his speed like Lambert in the last game.

So in this game, Wayne decided to use a strong attack.

He clenched the steel sword in both hands, and with a steady step, he approached Eskel in a defensive stance.

It wasn't until both sides were within range of the other party's attack that Wayne decisively took the lead in swinging his steel sword, using the most suitable downward slashing stance to slash, and slashed towards Eskel with all his might.

Sonor! The two swords collided, and sparks flew everywhere.

Eskel's palm holding his sword was slightly numb, and he retreated, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.

Wayne's slashing power was much greater than he had imagined, and it wasn't that he was weak, as he said.

However, this level of power is still within Askell's acceptable range, and he relies on his strong unloading skills to fight Wayne hard for two moves, and then takes the opportunity to smash Wayne's steel sword, leaving his defense with a hole.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Askell spun around and kicked Wayne's Quinn shield with a slam kick.

However, unlike Askell's expected to break Quinn's shield, he kicked the shield, but it didn't cause any damage, and a looming shield steadily resisted his attack, not even causing any hindrance to Wayne's attack posture.

Eskel's eyes froze, and without thinking about it, he rolled on the spot with a donkey and rolled to the other side of Wayne, dodging several rapid slashes, and the Quinn's shield on his body was also shattered in the process of rolling.

However, before Askel could gain a foothold, Wayne made a spell casting gesture with one hand, and the powerful Quinn shield condensed on his body immediately expanded rapidly, and then exploded in an instant.

Directly blew up Askell, who had not yet stood firmly, and smashed it a wooden dummy.

The sudden attack left Askell unprepared, and the powerful force of the explosion made him unable to adjust his posture at all, and by the time he suppressed the pain in his body and tried to stand up, Wayne's blade had stopped in front of his throat.

The two looked at each other, and Wayne smiled and put away the steel sword, and he reached out to pull Askell up.

The Scarface Witcher rubbed his chest and said with some emotion:

"What's going on with this?"

"Your Quinn shield seems to be much tougher than ours, huh? Still capable of exploding? ”

Wayne turned to look at Viselmir and Geralt, scratched his head, and said:

"I also seem to have a talent for the seals, and I can strengthen my various seals by using more chaos magic."

Hearing this, Eskell looked at Wayne's handsome face, which was not much different from an ordinary teenager except for the amber cat eyes, sighed, and said with some envy:

"It seems that you, like Geralt, are the kind of people who are gifted."

"I've lost, Wayne, you're no longer as strong as most witchers."

Expert Mission: [Teacher] completed 2/3.