Chapter 175 Wild Boar
Everyone couldn't help but put down their knives and forks and looked over with questioning and concerned eyes.
Even the 'hair ball' on the ground stopped dealing with the meat strips and jumped onto Carter's lap uneasily, shouting 'meow' incessantly.
Carter quickly wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes and grinned at everyone: "I'm fine, I'm just too happy!"
After hearing this, everyone looked at each other and smiled, feeling relieved.
After the meal, everyone performed their duties according to the previous arrangement:
Russell was responsible for teaching Carter basic swordsmanship, while Harden took the data recording Carter's body measurements to find the Witcher's logistics staff to make corresponding armor and cloaks.
Raven had to go back to the main castle every day to conduct spell research. As for Dick, he decided to go to the field outside Kyle Castle first.
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At this time, the spacious field in front of the main castle was quite lively. Dozens of demon hunters from the Grizzly Bear School formed a large circle. In the circle, two naked disciples from the Grizzly Bear School were fighting with bare hands.
Both of them are as strong as hills. One of them has a face with strong outlines and clear lines, and his lips are as thick as two small sausages. At this moment, he is tightly protecting his head with his hands, desperately resisting the attack;
The other is short in stature but as broad as a door panel, with a square face, small eyes, and a nose as round as a small potato. He is covered in fat and muscles. He looks very naive, but when he moves his hands, his elbows and knees are like springs, and they keep moving. Attack and dazzle.
Dick said hello to the disciples around him, and then dove into the crowd.
Dick observed their fighting movements with great interest, and thought to himself: This is completely different from what he saw at the Crossroads Hotel before. This attack is fierce, powerful, and very methodical.
The bare-handed fighting skills of these two people are probably close to reaching the elite level.
After a few rounds, the one with the sausage mouth was obviously exhausted and gradually lost ground.
The man with the fat bag muscle saw the right moment and gave a sharp knee strike, accurately hitting the sausage mouth's chin.
Sausage Mouth instantly collapsed to the ground, unable to get up again.
But the fat bag muscle was not willing to give up, and quickly turned the sausage mouth over, making him face down on the ground, and then straddled the other person's waist, spread his legs widely, and firmly pressed the other person's legs. ;
The arms are like two iron pliers, tightly clamping the opponent's calf, and then pulling it up with force.
This was an incredible moment, the Sausage Mouth's torso instantly deformed, almost looking like a crab.
His face turned red, his eyes rolled white, and large beads of sweat rolled down his forehead.
The two thick slices of sausage turned out like a trumpet, and the tongue hung out uncontrollably, drooling all over the floor.
He couldn't bear it any longer. After regaining his composure, he quickly slapped his big hands on the ground, signaling for mercy.
Only then did the fat-packed muscles triumphantly release their restraints on each other.
Immediately afterwards, several demon hunters dragged the loser away.
The fat man raised his hands high in the air toward the surrounding demon hunters, causing a burst of cheers and boos.
At the very back of the crowd, there was a one-eyed demon hunter wearing an eyepatch. He was sitting steadily on a stool with a quill in his hand. He was writing something down and shouting loudly:
"The winner of the second round is the wild boar, who is the next challenger?"
When Dick heard this, he suddenly became interested and said loudly: "I want to participate, what are your rules?"
As soon as these words came out, the surrounding "brothers and nobles" immediately exploded.
"Dick, you want to participate in our training with your small body? With your thin arms and legs, can you do it?"
"Yeah, Brother Zui can't beat the wild boar, so you still want to overestimate your capabilities? Don't be beaten until you can't find your answer!"
"Great, you finally figured it out. The perfect destination for a man is to make his muscles bigger. Join our Grizzly Bear School and become a big muscle tyrant! Maybe you can be as powerful as a wild boar in the future! "
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Dick naturally ignored the joking words of this group of people.
"Huh? Dick, you actually want to practice fighting. It's interesting." The one-eyed demon hunter looked at Dick carefully.
"Of course there are bets. Now that the Krona Festival is coming, not every witcher will make money this year.
"The principle of fighting is very simple. You bet your own money, and you are not allowed to use weapons or seals after you get on stage. You are also not allowed to hit the throat, perineum, and back of the head. After that, if you win, it will be doubled, and if you lose, it will be nothing.
"Okay." Dick cheerfully dug into his pocket, took out 20 crowns and threw it over.
"It's indeed a big deal." One Eye easily took the money thrown in the air and said with a smile, "Then we will send Noah, a disciple of the Grizzly Bear School nicknamed 'Mountain Boar', to fight against Dick from the Lynx School!"
People around him cheered and cheered, and Dick immediately took off his upper body armor and handed it to One Eye, and then walked into the field.
The Grizzly sect witcher known as the "Mountain Boar" saw Dick coming forward. He subconsciously touched his nose, raised his chin slightly, and showed a trace of pride on his face;
Then he turned around, with his back to Dick, and posed in several exaggerated poses towards the onlookers, deliberately showing off his thick muscles and well-trained abdominal muscles, which seemed to declare that he was very powerful.
The surrounding Grizzly Bear Sect disciples also began to respond with concave expressions, with extremely confident expressions on their faces.
Dick waited like this for two or three minutes. When his patience was exhausted, the wild boar slowly turned back.
"Let's start, relax. Although the process will be a bit painful, I will be careful and won't break your bones." The boar grinned and joked.
Dick didn't say anything, but his eyes became sharp instantly, his feet swayed slightly from side to side rhythmically, and his muscles were tense, ready for battle.
He knew that no matter how ridiculous the demon hunter's behavior looked, his strength was definitely not something that ordinary people could contend with.
Seeing Dick's serious look, the boar also put away the smile on his face, the flesh at the corners of his mouth drooped slightly, his legs slightly bent, and he jumped a few times quickly on the spot, and his feet swayed from side to side like Dick;
The two of them moved slowly around the venue in a cautious manner, occasionally just kicking a symbolic kick, always keeping a certain distance, and no one rashly launched a close-range attack.
The "brothers" who were watching around were already anxious and started shouting: "Can you two hurry up? It's so slow that we're almost asleep."
Dick seemed to be deaf to these noisy words, and continued to focus on the wild boar's every move.
Not long after, he keenly sensed an opportunity:
At this moment, the wild boar seemed to be distracted, looking dully to the right front of him, and shouting to the crowd: "Then I have to ask you a question?"
Dick would naturally not miss such a good opportunity. He rushed to the left side of the wild boar in an instant, clenched his right fist, and used all his strength to throw a straight punch at the wild boar's abdomen.