The Witcher: Grinding Experience Starting as a Wolf School Witcher

Chapter 94 Elegance, Exquisite

Alwin's spiked boots trod across the dirt road, leaving a trail of faint, blood-tinged footprints, and the entire shoemaker's village fell silent.

Even the midday sun, shining brightly, could not dispel the chill of this northern land.

Holt was already waiting at the village entrance, arms crossed, a slight smile playing on his lips.

Two riding horses stood beside him.

"Is everything resolved now?"

Alwin weighed the money pouch in his hand.

"After a rough search, there were about 200 crowns in cash, and the rest were checks from the Dwarf Bank."

Holt lowered his hands. "Forget about the checks. Even if you were the owner of these checks, it would be a huge hassle to get the money out of those stingy and shrewd dwarves."

Alwin carefully put away his wallet, fully aware of the situation.

Geralt later wanted to retrieve the bounty he had earned for dealing with the succubus in Toussaint, but after going through a series of complicated procedures, he finally persuaded the other party with his steel sword.

His gaze focused on the sword hilt protruding from Holt's right shoulder.

The image of the opponent's swordsmanship flashed through my mind.

Whether it was the shrewdness and decisiveness in killing the Ghost Hound,

It's still the same calm and collected attitude he showed when dealing with those troublemakers.

Even if surrounded by the Knights, they would likely be able to handle it with ease.

Furthermore, this swordsmanship was something he had never seen before in Kaer Morhen.

"Holt, the swordsmanship you just used wasn't from the Wolf School?"

Holt chuckled. "Are you curious?"

After this collaboration, he found the black-haired witcher increasingly to his liking, especially his attitude towards dealing with troublemakers, which he found very appealing.

"Your swordsmanship is similar to Geralt's, following the same path as Vesemir's, especially the diagonal slash after the turn, which, when combined with your greatsword, is incredibly destructive."

"But," he emphasized, "something is missing, subtlety and elegance."

Arwen frowned. "Exquisite? Elegant? That doesn't seem to have much to do with a greatsword, does it?"

"No, no, I've seen Bernjov hunt monsters. His absolute control over power and his own aura—isn't that a kind of elegance?"

"momentum……"

When Alwin heard this term, he seemed to understand something.

[Wolf School Witcher Swordsmanship Experience +5!]

"That's right, and there's one more thing: when killing, you can't get stuck in monotony and routine; you need to change things up."

"For example, if you're used to stepping forward with your left foot and chopping diagonally with your right hand, sometimes you might as well try chopping diagonally with your left foot. Want to give it a try? It won't take much time."

At this point, Holt glanced at the pitchfork at his feet.

A flash of silver light fell as the steel sword slashed at the wooden post connecting the fork, making an extremely clean cut.

Arwin readily agreed, bent down, picked up a pitchfork lying on the ground, and broke it off at the joint.

"bring it on."

Alwin suddenly stepped out with his right foot, half-turned his body, and delivered a sharp backhand slash that rang out with a sword whistling.

Holt quickly dodged to the side, and could clearly feel the powerful force of his opponent just by listening to the sound of the wind.

This is Vesemir's signature move from the Wolf School.

He retreated hastily. "Indeed, your power surpasses both Geralt's and mine, it's extraordinary, but it lacks something—grace, you know?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Holt stopped dodging, took a big step forward with his right foot, and then followed up with a powerful small spinning attack, closing in on him.

The entire movement was completed in one smooth motion.

Arwen was shocked and forced to parry.

"when!"

The wooden sticks made contact and then separated in an instant.

Holt bent down and said, "Look carefully."

Step forward with your left foot, then suddenly execute a leftward diagonal chop, followed by a small spinning strike.

Alwin activated his [Dual Soul], intently observing Holt's every move. Holt's moves were fluid and highly aggressive.

Suddenly, a silver light flashed before my eyes.

Before I could see anything clearly, a sharp gust of wind exploded beside my ear, and my temples throbbed with pain.

Before he could react, Holt's stick was already resting on Alwin's temple.

Fast, too fast.

That was his first thought.

And with such effortless control, the opponent's swordsmanship is definitely that of a master.

Holt put the stick away, a smile in his eyes.

Alwin pressed, "What was that sword strike just now?"

Holt said, "Just as I said, brilliant."

Moments later, thick black smoke billowed up from the shoemaker's village.

The two rode their horses back, and Holt patiently explained the moves they had just learned.

"In short, it starts with a diagonal slash, followed by two small spins to adjust the body position, and finally a triple variation of the move."

"The overall strategy should combine feints and real attacks, and should not be rigid. Once the enemy's weakness is discovered, it should be dealt a fatal blow."

Alwin listened carefully, mentally rehearsing the sword techniques Holt had described.

[Unnamed sword technique detected, currently unlocking]

"Did you create this sword technique? What's it called?"

Holt shook his head. "No, I learned it from a master swordsman."

"The Wolf School's sword dance is very suitable for dodging and maneuvering against monsters, but it is still somewhat lacking when it comes to killing humans."

"However, there is a school of swordsmanship among witchers that is proficient in killing."

Alwin paused for a moment. "The Cat School?"

"Yes," Hall nodded, "it was indeed left by the Cat School of Witchers. Be careful when you encounter them later; this feint is extremely vicious."

[Cat School Witcher Swordsmanship Experience +15!]

【Cat School Demon Hunter Swordsmanship Lv1: 15/100】

Three days later.

Arwin and Holt stood under the weeping willows, looking at the Temple of Meriteli in the distance, which was already surrounded by the army.

These heavily armored knights wore exquisite armor, with lifelike unicorns on their chests and jeweled emblems.

"They are the knightly order of the Marquis of Shangxing, with astonishing combat power, and have never been at a disadvantage when fighting against the elves."

"Alwin," Holt said, pointing to the metal shackles the knights wore at their waists.

"See that? It's Demon-Suppressing Gold."

As the name suggests, the Magic-Blocking Gold will suppress magic power and make the wearer weak and powerless.

The once high and mighty mage was instantly reduced to a lamb to the slaughter.

However, for mortals who cannot control their magic, it serves no other purpose than as a shackle.

"It seems the Marquis is very well prepared. Entering the temple will probably be a bit troublesome."

Alwin shook his head. "It's not that complicated."

As he spoke, he raised his right arm, and the raven on his shoulder took flight, circling above their heads.

Soon, a white-haired witcher came up to them.

"Geralt, what's the situation at the temple now?"

"Alwin asked in a low voice."

Geralt frowned: "The Marquis's army has surrounded this place. Strangely, they didn't use force to suppress it directly, but instead gave the temple a seven-day deadline to hand over the High Priest. Today is the fifth day."

"Where is Ms. Frey?" Alwin asked.

"In a cave not far from here, the Marquis brought anti-magic gold, so the portal cannot enter or leave the temple."

"We need to speed things up, Alwin. Have you found any favorable information?"

Arwen nodded, and Geralt's eyes lit up with joy.

"Let's meet up first, and then we'll talk."