Wizard: I brought the wrong system.

Chapter 451 The Battle
The old mercenary lightly touched the ground with his toes, his body pressed tightly against the ground, and in the process of rolling, he used the momentum to pull out a bottle of glass potion from his waist.

However, just as he gripped the potion tightly, ready to throw it, he was surprised to find that Yaro had returned to his previous position.

"The first round was a stalemate, but I think I had the upper hand in the second round?" Yaro asked calmly.

The old mercenary slowly rose to his feet, remaining silent.

"So, this is round three. Get ready..."

Yaro took a deep breath; now it was time to show off his muscles!

The second level of the Demonic Strike Technique—Phoenix Spreads Its Feathers!

The metal boots beneath his feet gleamed with dazzling light, and mysterious magical patterns quickly wrapped around his entire body like chains.

The leather armor burned like flames, releasing bursts of eerie light that coalesced into a set of jet-black energy armor.

Having absorbed the energy of chaos, the demonic chains grew thicker and thicker, intertwining to form strange feathers. Countless feathers stacked within the energy armor, combining to form a magnificent black flame phoenix.

The Black Flame Phoenix let out a high-pitched howl, soaring and circling within the energy armor as if it had become a real life. Its black flames surged continuously, rubbing and colliding around Yaro, sparking tiny bolts of lightning.

sizzle...

"The stench of the abyss?"

The old mercenary's expression turned extremely solemn. Without hesitation, he threw away the steel sword in his hand and quickly drew another longsword from his back.

Judging from its appearance alone, this sword is quite similar to the previous steel sword. The only difference is that the blade emits a more dazzling luster, exuding a solemn and sacred aura, as if it is plated with a layer of mysterious silver.

"Are you ready?"

Yaro's voice remained very calm, his eyes were clear, and the changes around him seemed to have nothing to do with him.

The old mercenary's heart sank.

—A rational abyss sorcerer? This is an enemy I've never encountered before!

Yaro also noticed that the old mercenary had become genuinely hostile, but he didn't bother to explain further.

The goal of a Witcher is to hunt monsters, including those who have stowed away from the Abyss.

However, having activated his magic, Yarrow was confident that he could easily crush the old mercenary who had become truly hostile.

It's not too late to explain to him after we've defeated him!

"Round Three - Begin!"

With a command from Yaro, a crater was blasted into the ground, and his figure vanished instantly!

"Demons, begone!"

With a furious roar, the old mercenary's silver-plated broadsword burst forth with holy light!
sizzle...

The intense crackling of electric arcs had barely reached the old mercenary's ears when a cross-shaped longsword was already inches away!
"So fast!"

The old mercenary was secretly amazed and quickly reacted. His arm muscles suddenly bulged, and his silver sword, radiating a holy white light, immediately met the attack.

Clang——!
The swords clashed, sparks flying, and the two swords remained locked in a stalemate in mid-air for a moment.

The old mercenary's strength is greater than imagined; he has definitely surpassed that of a formal knight!
"Chirp—!"

Yaro's eyes remained calm, but the Black Flame Phoenix cried out angrily, its strange feathers shimmering with a deep, eerie light, and the cross-shaped longsword moved uncontrollably toward the old mercenary's body.

"Drink!"

The old mercenary's face turned crimson at a visible speed, the veins on his arms bulged, and the silver sword in his hand emitted an even stronger light.

—Yet it still couldn't stop the cross-shaped sword!

Suddenly, the old mercenary staggered and abruptly turned to the side.

With no more restraint, the silver sword, like a taut spring, swiftly rose up with lightning speed.

The blade tore through the air, making a piercing whistling sound!
But at this moment, Yaro's figure seemed to transform into a ghost, suddenly retreating, and then, in a completely logical manner, ignoring the inertia of the retreat, suddenly charging forward again.

Instantaneous Movement Technique - Double Instantaneous Movement!

In a split second, Yaro dodged the attack of the silver sword.

The cross-shaped longsword moved with lightning speed! *Snap!*

"Uh...cough cough!"

The old mercenary, who was rolling and dodging, coughed repeatedly while clutching his throat before he could even get up.

After coughing a few times, he let go of her hand and peeked out.

—There's no blood on my hands!

No injuries?

He froze for a moment, then collapsed, sprawled out in a starfish shape, lying on the muddy grass, panting heavily and greedily.

"Hahaha……"

Yaro stood in the same spot again, looking at the disheveled old mercenary, and calmly said:

“You’ve already died once, do you still have the strength? I can give you another chance.”

The old mercenary lazily raised one hand and gestured as if he were holding up a white chess piece.

"you win."

The old mercenary gasped for breath as he struggled to speak, “I admit… cough cough… you’re very strong… I’m no match for you.”

Yarrow smiled slightly, withdrew his magic, and slowly walked to the old mercenary, extending a hand:

“We are not enemies, I hope... you understand that.”

If you still don't understand, I'll beat you until you do.

The old mercenary, panting, finally nodded and stood up, taking Yaro's hand.

At this moment, the otter, who had been watching the battle nervously, quickly ran over and lay down at the old mercenary's feet, whimpering as if it were worried about the old mercenary's condition.

The old mercenary rubbed the otter's head, calmed his breathing, and said nothing.

Yaro handed over the steel sword that was lying on the ground beside him.

The old mercenary took the steel sword and hesitated before asking, "You...you're not an abyss warlock, are you?"

"of course not!"

Yarrow answered decisively.

The old mercenary nodded, it was unclear whether he believed it or not, he simply moved the scabbard aside, put the steel sword on his back, and put the silver-plated sword in the scabbard at his waist.

Yaro feigned ignorance and asked, "I've fought you three times already, but I still don't know your name. What should I call you?"

"Anabey".

Yaro, recalling the young witcher's self-introduction, smiled and added, "Manticore School, Witcher, Anabe?"

“Not all witchers are from the Manticore School. I am from the Manticore School… I used to be, but I left the Manticore School years ago and am now a free mercenary, a poor vagabond.”

Anabel no longer bothered to hide his identity as a Witcher—his former identity as a Witcher.

Yaro did not refute, but asked, "Then, how many vagrants like you, who were once members of the Heliocentric school, are there left?"

"What do you mean?"

Anabe glanced at Yaro, his messy beard obscuring his expression, but judging from his eyes, he seemed genuinely confused by Yaro's meaning.

"The Saint Ferlando Empire, the Ferlando Wizarding Family," Yaro pointed out two key words.

Yaro knew beforehand that the Saint Ferland Empire had high-ranking apprentices stationed there, but he didn't understand why no powerful wizard apprentices stepped in to stop him when he was clearing skeletons from his own count's territory...

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(End of this chapter)