In the following month, Roy focused on training swordsmanship and crossbow shooting techniques every day, received hormone treatment, and took various strange potions, and lived a hard and fulfilling life.

Although he did not gain much experience, he made a step forward in digging his own attributes. His body began to gradually adapt to the toxicity of various hormones such as adrenaline. The impact of hormones on his temper and personality gradually weakened. He even began to enjoy it, enjoying the feeling of being full of strength and tirelessness.

He had a premonition, something hidden in his body—a cocoon, or a force, was quietly accumulating and thriving.

It is not until the entire trial process is completed that the hidden things will break out of the cocoon and become butterflies and be fully displayed.

...

After training for a month, the difficulty of teaching the witch hunter has reached the ladder.

In the courtyard, Roy's lips were pursed, his body stood at the right moment, and his feet were shoulder-width apart.

"The old rules, five kinds of sword techniques start with momentum, and the basic chopping, poking, dragging, drilling..."

Upon hearing this, the boy suddenly took a step forward with his left foot pointed forward, and his right foot turned out forty-five degrees to present a T-step.

It's just a simple posture, but it's full of mystery: the upper body is upright, the center of gravity falls between the legs, and the foot is in a T-step, so that the front, back, left and right can maintain balance; the knees are slightly bent, and the limbs can be moved easily and smoothly; the whole body is relaxed, and the sword will not be dull or inaccurate due to stiff shoulders.

He placed the hilt of the sword in the direction of his back foot, at the right waist below the waist, with the blade tilted upwards, and the tip of the sword pointed directly to the direction of the demon hunter's face.

The sword and the body form the shape of a plow.

A cold light flashed in Roy's eyes, and the sword blade quickly slashed out from right to left, stepped forward with his right foot, and then turned into a new front foot after an alternating step.

After slashing with one sword, the training sword will be converted to the left waist to form a new plow position and start...

...

Then the young man demonstrated the top position, the bull position, the low position, the tail position... The five types of starting positions are transformed into each other, chopping, sprinting, and dragging, and the movements are as standard as if measured by a ruler.

"Very good, skillful posture, you can see that you haven't been lazy for a while." The witch hunter nodded, showed a look of praise, and then asked, "Remember what I said? Why only teach the basics of swordsmanship, not specific sword moves?"

"For ordinary humans, witch hunters need to be much more flexible. They rely solely on the most basic sword moves - chopping, dragging, and poking to subdue them..." The boy replied loudly.

This is easy to understand. When physical fitness completely crushes the opponent, the simplest moves are the most efficient and deadly.

"When the opponent is a monster, the fancy sword technique cannot play any role. The only thing that can determine life and death is speed, strength, experience and on-the-spot reaction!"

Five standard starting points, basic footwork, and basic sword moves, can allow the witch hunter who uses the sword to fully utilize his physical advantages.

No need to worry about advanced skills such as listening to swords, entangling swords, and snatching swords.

After all, most of the targets of the witch hunter are monsters.

"What is the focus of swordsmanship?" Resor began to test theoretical knowledge.

"Don't block simply!" Roy replied simply, "You must use a counterattack while blocking, or use the opponent's strength to fight back."

"When facing a powerful monster," the boy paused, "don't try to block..."

The words of the witch hunter flashed through my mind - no matter how strong a person is, he cannot completely block the tail of the dragon lizard, the claws of the griffin beast, and the pincers of the giant scorpion with a sword...

"Use dodge and roll instead of all blocks."

...

"Faced with me, observe my movements, postures, and the direction of my muscles... Now the one who appears in front of you is a blood thorn corpse demon-"

The witch hunter, wearing shiny leather armor, squatted half-squatted in the shape of a monster, and was on the ground with all legs.

The boy holding the sword opposite was like receiving some command, taking the words of the witch hunter, slowly describing the characteristics of the monster, and moving horizontally around the witch hunter in alternating steps.

"The Blood Bramble Corpse Demon, a kind of zombie ghoul, is very similar to a ghoul, but is much larger, with three bone crowns on its head, and is extremely powerful and responds quickly. Turning around and running away is equivalent to suicide; its sharp teeth are not weaker than steel, and cannot be matched directly, and its weaknesses—"

The voice came to an abrupt end. The boy bowed slightly, pulled the T-step under his feet, holding the hilt of the sword slightly higher than the top of his head - the side of the back foot - the tip of the sword locked the face of the witch hunter like a compass, making a standard bull position.

And the latter rushed forward with a muffled roar.

The fallen leaves all over the ground were driven by strong force, and the "monster" rushed towards the boy like a furious bull, and his muscled claws hugged forward.

For a moment, the fierce wind blew the latter's scattered black hair. The training sword lightly slapped the witch hunter. Roy turned his body with the toe as the center of gravity and almost avoided the grapple. He then dropped his right foot lightly to the side by inertia.

"Just take advantage of the moment!"

The back of the "monster" was exposed in front of him, and the training sword swept through the air like a storm, poking at the artery vessels on its back neck!

With a crisp "bang", the arm guard snatched back, and then went to the ground to block the sword blade and held it tightly!

Roy had no time to abandon his sword, and was knocked into his arms by the other party in response - the witch hunter was like a giant ravaging a doll and knocking him to the ground.

The ground trembled in the huge muffled sound. Roy, who fell on his back, had a blue-white face intertwined. He covered his chest in pain, and his internal organs seemed to have been moved.

"Ahem...every time it hurts so much, you can't be gentler when you start?!"

"It's only when the pain can you have a memory!" The witch hunter still clamped his body. Hearing this, he leaned into his ear and joked, "I'm not a sorcerer. I don't have any milk to act coquettishly at me. By the way, I'll get the 154th death."

"Cough... enough, be careful I'll tell Coral what you said." Roy recently learned a new way to deal with the big man. "I'm curious if she was angry, would she rush you into the sewer?"

The witch hunter's eyelids twitched, let go of the boy, and patted the dust on his hands, "Actually, I'm doing it for your own good. Now I can live longer after dying a few more times."

During this period, the big man pretended to be a water ghost, a evil ghost, a monster, a monster monster, and the little fog demon. Whenever he seized the opportunity to win, the opponent would defeat his hope with faster speed and greater strength.

"But you can't always cheat!" Roy stood up and touched the waist of the leather jacket. He didn't know what to do, and broke a big hole. "Every time he suddenly used the power of violation and kept hitting my confidence, he wouldn't be afraid that I would be in a state of decline!?"

"The Roy I know is not such a weak person! Don't waste time, continue training!"

The two staged several more popular "role playing games", and without surprise, Roy was still madly abused.

Until I couldn't raise any strength, I lay straight on the grass in the courtyard, looking up at the bright sky, and breathing heavily.

The witch hunter did not force him out of normalcy, with a complex look in his eyes, and sat next to him, quieting for a moment.

He asked inadvertently, "Little Devil, I remember the miracle you performed in the last section of the Smilk Mine Train - the injury that was enough to kill suddenly disappeared... Can you still do it now?"

The amber pupils of the witch hunter showed high expectations and anxiety - if Roy could activate this ability in the trial, there was no doubt that the chance of surviving would be greatly increased, and it would be almost certain that he would pass the trial of grass.

This...Roy looked embarrassed.

Recently, he has been completely filled with training and drug testing. He can only take a very little time every day to hunt in the mountains near the Meritelli Temple. Moreover, he is not a professional hunter after all, and the wild beasts in the mountains are so cunning. On average, at most ten experience points a day. Currently, the witch hunter lv4 (1300/2000).

It is undoubtedly a luxury to fill up the upgrade experience before taking the green herbal medicine, and he was worried about it. If it really doesn't work, he can only ask the sorcerer to slow down the entire process until he has accumulated experience.

But can this kind of thing be revealed to the witch hunter and tell him his trump card?

Roy thought again and again that the other party had seen this ability, so why bother to hide and deceive himself?

"I'm sorry, I'm afraid I can't... Everything in the world has a price, and the ability to replace death in the mines has extremely harsh conditions for activation..." He used a vague language to describe this trump card.

“What conditions?”

"To save my own life from death, I have to replace it with other lives - I must kill a large number of animals and monsters with my own hands..."

The boy deliberately hid humans, otherwise he would seem too evil.

After hearing this, the witch hunter's dull face could not be seen to change, but the slightly trembling corners of his eyes still revealed his uneasy mood.

"I see."

He replied dullly, a trace of light flashed in his pupils.

"Today's training ends here, go find coral!"

Roy turned around—

At the entrance of the courtyard, the sorcerer was smiling gracefully and waved to this side.
Chapter completed!