The Black Knight who had traveled a great distance leaped down from his warhorse.

He drew a ferocious greatsword from his back, cold light flickering in the indifferent eyes beneath his helmet.

Raising his sword hoarsely and gloomily, he pointed it at the Demon Hunter and said:

"Enough talk. Today, either you die, or I perish!"

The Demon Hunter laughed heartily, his face full of sarcasm as he mocked:

"Hahahaha! With just you? Decades ago you were no match for me, and it's no different now. You chased me all the way here just to die by my blade personally?"

"If that's the case, then I'd be more than happy to oblige you!"

In an instant.

He drew his demon hunting longsword from his waist, flames instantly bursting into life along the blade.

The howling wind whipped at his robe, his smile cruel and icy.

"Who will emerge victorious remains to be seen!"

The Black Knight's eyes flickered.

Snap—

His fingers moved slightly, popping open the wooden stopper of the potion in his hand.

He downed the potion in one gulp.

Then violently smashed the empty bottle on the ground.

"Come on!" He narrowed his eyes, adopting a combat stance.

"Potion?" The Demon Hunter smiled faintly at the corner of his mouth, saying: "Useless, Black Knight. Even if you take more drugs, a gap is still a gap. You can't possibly be my match. However, I'm still very willing to give you this opportun..."

Ding—

The Demon Hunter paused, instinctively looking up, his gaze falling on the other's helmet.

Whether it was an illusion or not, he thought he saw something flash inside the helmet just now.

It even seemed to come with some peculiar sound effect...

Ding—

Another flash?!

The Demon Hunter's expression turned suspicious as he narrowed his eyes:

"It seems you've prepared some powerful hidden weapons to deal with me?"

The Black Knight said hoarsely: "You think I'm like you? Hell's knights never stoop to using underhanded methods!"

Ding ding—

Black Knight: "..."

Demon Hunter: "???"

Both of them clearly heard those two crisp ding sounds.

The Black Knight clenched his fists with cracking sounds, eyes closed, the corners twitching madly.

"What is it?" The Demon Hunter grew even more suspicious, saying:

"Your helmet just lit up twice again."

The Black Knight gritted his teeth, eyes closed: "You just need to know it's not any hidden weapon..."

Ding ding ding—

Black Knight: "..."

Demon Hunter: "???"

A gentle breeze blew.

"Arcane bomb?" The Demon Hunter grew more doubtful.

"No!" The Black Knight kept his eyes closed, fists cracking as veins bulged at his temples.

"Sacred scroll?" The Demon Hunter found this guy increasingly suspicious.

"No!" The Black Knight gritted his teeth furiously.

"Then what is it?" The Demon Hunter's curiosity was completely piqued.

The howling wind blew against the Black Knight, who kept his eyes closed, the corners twitching wildly.

Click—

He finally tore off the helmet on his head, revealing the shiny, gleaming bald scalp beneath.

Ding—

That smooth, round bald head emitted a fierce flash of light.

Demon Hunter: "Holy shit! What a shiny head! (ΩДΩ)!"

The Black Knight looked down at his hands with violent intensity, muscles bulging all over his body with cracking sounds, gritting his teeth:

"This is the small price I paid to defeat you!"

Ding—

"Though I've gone bald, I've also become stronger!"

Ding ding—

"To use that human kid's words, my critical hit rate is already maxed out!"

"Ding ding ding—"

He suddenly raised his greatsword, bald head shining, pointing fiercely at the Demon Hunter with a roar as dark power instantly enveloped his entire body like flames. The source of this content ɪs novel⚑fire.net

In that instant, he charged toward the Demon Hunter like an enraged primordial beast.

"And this time next year will be your death anniversary!"

He roared, leaping hundreds of meters, bringing his greatsword down on the Demon Hunter's position with mountain-crushing force.

Demon Hunter: "(ΩДΩ)!!"

...

One hour later.

Wandering Souls Alley.

"Knock knock knock—"

Knocking sounds came from the door once again.

"Welcome!" Lynn immediately put on a professional smile, looking up toward the customer outside.

But when he saw the figure at the door, Lynn was momentarily stunned.

Because it was someone familiar.

[Witcher, Orcalos (Severely injured)]

[Race]: Human

[Level: ???]

[Combat Ability]: Critically injured and near death

The Demon Hunter was clutching his bloodied chest, covered everywhere with tearing wounds, breathing heavily as he leaned against the doorframe, blood still dripping from his fingers.

"Holy crap, it's only been one day, how did you get so badly injured again?!"

Lynn looked astonished.

"Enough talk." The Demon Hunter gritted his teeth, pressing hard on his chest, saying:

"Hurry up and treat me! The faster the better! I'll pay you double!"

[Ding! You triggered a quest: Treat the Witcher's injuries, Quest reward: Skeleton Coins+200, Basic EXP+300, Witcher favorability+20]

Lynn widened his eyes, immediately walking to the door to help the Demon Hunter inside to sit down.

"You're severely injured!"

The Demon Hunter painfully removed his hat, breathing heavily, his eyes showing traces of anger and frustration.

"Met a former defeated opponent. He was never my match before, but today he took some damn drug and suddenly became ridiculously fierce!"

"Every damn strike was a critical hit! Fuck!"

He cursed angrily (fucking hell), chest heaving violently, venting his anger by punching the counter.

Lynn: "???"

If he hadn't run fast enough.

He might really have been done in by that guy today.

He painfully rubbed his bloodshot, dry eyes.

Especially that wildly flashing bald head.

Every time he concentrated to launch an attack, that shiny bald scalp would flash fiercely at you.

Not only seriously disrupting your focus, but also blindingly, deathly bright!

That bastard.

Must have enchanted his scalp with some sacred-attribute technique!

"That damn bald egg! (Fucking hell)"

"Must be because of that damn potion he took. If I find out who gave him that fucking potion, I'll chop them up and chew them to pieces!!"

He slapped the counter angrily, but then gasped in pain as the movement aggravated his injuries.

Lynn: "..."

It couldn't be.

Talking about me, could it?

That Black Knight bought potions from me specifically to deal with this Demon Hunter uncle?

Why do I suddenly feel dangerous again?!

Lynn widened his eyes, saying: "Wait here a moment, I'll go to the backyard to get more effective recovery potions for you."

"Hurry up and go!"

The Demon Hunter was full of anger now, extremely irritable.

Lynn took a breath, quickly lifting the cloth curtain and heading to the backyard.

But it seemed the Demon Hunter hadn't suspected him. After all, how could a small potion shop in this godforsaken place possibly have such powerful potions?

Best that he hasn't found out!

Otherwise I'll have to make a quick escape!

...

Main hall.

The Demon Hunter sat at the counter, grimacing as he rubbed the bruises on his body.

He casually picked up a few recovery potions Lynn had left on the counter, gulping them down in one go, finally feeling somewhat better.

He glanced around.

But at that moment, his gaze was suddenly drawn to an empty bottle placed in the corner of the counter.

Buzz—

Instantly.

His expression froze.

"This is..."

He reached out and picked up the empty bottle, his mind immediately recalling the potion bottle that damn bald egg had used during their fight an hour ago.

Ex... exactly the same!