"Ah!"
Another scream.
The second apprentice, Bunt, was also sent off by Leto.
Allen saw it clearly this time.
Bunt slashed the drowners twice, but couldn't break through their defense each time.
In a hurry, a simple spinning slash made his left and right feet tie up like knots.
He wobbled and almost tripped himself.
The drowner seized the opportunity, swatted away the steel sword with a claw, and then pounced directly on his sideways body.
Bang!
Bunt was instantly knocked down by the drowner, landing on his right arm, which fractured.
Next, Allen saw Vesemir rush over and kick the drowner away.
Leto then picked up the apprentice and took him to the side of the field.
"Whew~"
When apprentice Bunt fell to the ground, the surrounding Witchers all let out a sigh of relief.
"This is normal; I almost thought the Concoction of the Grasses formula had changed," a Witcher in a gray cloak remarked, leaning against the wooden railing.
"Didn't the Wolf School Chief say something about… Witcher's Eyes?" replied the blonde Witcher with crossed arms.
"It's Witcher's Eyes, do you want to go to the Library too?" The gray-cloaked Witcher raised an eyebrow and said softly.
Upon hearing this, the blonde Witcher quickly uncrossed his arms, secretly glanced at the Wolf School Chief who was leaning against the wall and watching the battle not far away, and shook his head, saying:
"Which Witcher goes to the Library for no reason?"
"With that time, it's better to properly polish one's sword."
Then, seemingly interested in Allen, the blonde Witcher quietly looked at Allen's eyes and asked the cloaked Witcher:
"Are the Witcher's Eyes really that powerful?"
"Have you heard of it before?"
"No matter how I look at it, this apprentice's eyes are unremarkable, just a pair of ordinary blue cat eyes."
The gray-cloaked Witcher didn't even turn his head: "So you think the Wolf School Chief is lying?"
"How could that be! Just curious, just curious…"
The blonde Witcher shook his head repeatedly, quickly changing the subject to the next apprentice in practical combat.
Listening to the discussions around him, Allen breathed a sigh of relief.
Although being the center of discussion like a rare beast was uncomfortable.
However, compared to the system gaining a layer of disguise, this discomfort was negligible.
It seemed, though, that Allen needed to go to the Library to look for records of the Witcher's Eyes, to prevent future flaws.
"Last one, Hughs."
Vesemir's voice sounded.
Hughs's head trembled violently, and after seeing the miserable state of Apprentice No. 1 and No. 2, he hesitantly stood up.
He took the steel sword from Leto and then walked towards Vesemir.
In the training ground, Vesemir saw Hughs approach, easily dodged the drowner's attack by sidestepping, and then walked towards the side of the field without looking back.
Drowners are brainless monsters; they only attack the closest enemy in their line of sight.
As long as you find the right moment to let it see the approaching apprentice, its aggro will naturally shift.
"Drowners really are the best choice for practical combat class!"
Vesemir sighed in his heart.
Suddenly,
Vesemir's keen senses heard hurried footsteps behind him.
Just as he was about to turn around, a figure that absolutely shouldn't have appeared darted out from his left side—Witcher Apprentice Hughs.
Vesemir:?
A thought flashed through his mind instantly.
The apprentice ran away, so where was the drowner he was fighting?
Vesemir turned quickly.
The drowner was so close that Vesemir could smell the stench from its mouth.
In a hurry, Vesemir instinctively extended his right hand and quickly made a gesture towards the drowner.
Aard Sign.
A violent shockwave stirred up a large amount of dust in the training ground.
The drowner's peculiar blue skin rippled instantly like a lake surface blown by a strong wind.
And in the next instant, it shattered the wooden railing of the training ground, carrying dust and wood fragments, and rushed towards the Wolf School Chief who was leaning against the wall, resting with his eyes closed.
A moment later, the dust settled.
Allen saw the drowner hanging on the wall, its fate unknown.
The Wolf School Chief, however, was not only unharmed, but his red cotton armor didn't even seem to have any dust or debris on it.
"Hughs!"
"What are you doing?"
Vesemir roared loudly.
A faint yellow light formed a spherical protective shield around him.
Yes, after the Aard Sign, Vesemir instantly followed up with a Quen Sign.
This Sign creates a magical shield around the Witcher, absorbing physical damage.
Allen saw clearly that the interval between Vesemir casting the two Signs was no more than one second.
Excellent Sign application.
Vesemir, however, was not happy about this; instead, his face was grim.
The Witchers outside the apprentice training ground also fell silent.
They all saw that the Witcher Apprentice named Hughs, after only one stab, was so scared by the drowner, which was still two or three steps away, that he fled in a panic.
"I want to switch to a Silver Sword," Hughs timidly hid behind Allen.
Vesemir withdrew the Kun Shield with a hint of exasperation.
Why were all the apprentices this year so strange?
If you want to switch to a Silver Sword, just say so!
What was the meaning of running away without saying a word?
With the drowner hanging on the wall, its fate unknown, Vesemir directly opened a new cage.
He sidestepped the attack, extended his hand to cast the Aard Sign.
The drowner was smoothly pushed to the center of the field by the telekinetic wave.
Learning from Allen's response, Hughs took advantage of the drowner's instability.
Charged forward, spun, and slashed.
As despicable as Allen.
"Pfft"
A flash of silver light.
Then, black-red blood, like viscous mud, gushed from the drowner's back.
As expected of Allen, the preemptive strategy indeed had a miraculous effect.
Hughs praised in his heart.
Although Allen's mind wandered during lectures, his ability to multitask, honed from meetings in his previous life, ensured he didn't miss a single piece of knowledge.
His familiarity with the drowner's attack patterns and countermeasures was fully demonstrated in combat.
This was also the main reason, besides his skilled swordsmanship, that Vesemir was willing to give him a chance to switch swords midway.
Hughs, however, really hadn't listened at all, hiding behind Allen, practically sleeping through the entire lecture.
Therefore.
Even with the Silver Sword, he carefully imitated Allen's successful demonstration.
With one move effective, Hughs didn't retreat a step, and like Allen, he raised his Silver Sword, about to decapitate the drowner.
But he didn't expect that the heavily wounded drowner, instead of becoming weaker, suddenly accelerated.
"Watch out!"
Allen shouted.
Hughs, hearing this, instinctively took a step back, dodging the drowner's sharp claws.
Then he slashed downwards.
The sharp blade cut through, and the drowner's head flew off.
"That was a good slash," Leto commented sharply, "Too bad it's not worth 17325 oren."
Vesemir glared fiercely at Leto.
Without even changing his equipment, Hughs hurriedly ran over, looking gratefully at Allen:
"Allen, thanks to you just now!"
If not for Allen's reminder, Hughs would have at least one more scar on his face now.
Allen nodded: "You're welcome, we are friends."
Just for the encouragement when no one trusted him before, Allen had to look out for Hughs.
After Hughs dealt with the drowner, today's practical combat class was over.
Vesemir directed the apprentices who could still move to clean up the training ground.
Leto patted the unused cages and asked: "Vesemir, what about the remaining three drowners?"
"Tomorrow is Sign class, so we won't need them. Just clear them out," Vesemir waved his hand casually.
There were plenty of drowners; they could just catch more if needed.
"Alright then, I'll…"
Leto shrugged, about to remove the cages.
"Wait!"
"Can these three drowners be left for me?"