"It's fine as long as you don't break your arms or legs." Faleau said irresponsibly while taking out a greatsword from the shelf and strenuously handing it to Hauss. "Hauss, go spar with Swordsman Bill."
"Okay … Okay." Hauss hesitated for a bit, but he quickly agreed. An 8th Rank Swordsman wasn't that much stronger than a 5th Rank Mage, so he should be able to use a few Control Spells to deal with them.
'No, hold on …
Why did Alchemist Faleau give me a greatsword? '
Recalling the Dragon Strength Potion he had drunk earlier, Hauss's face turned pale in an instant.
'No way …'
'Could it be that Alchemist Faleau wants me to have a melee fight with that Bill?'
"F-F-F-Alchemist Faleau?" Hauss looked at Faleau with a complicated expression. There was doubt, pleading, and fear. For a moment, Hauss looked like he was about to cry.
'Alchemist Faleau, isn't this a bit too much?!
That's an 8th Rank Swordsman! Look at that greatsword of his, it's even taller than me! Isn't it too exciting to fight him in melee? '
"What are you afraid of? You just drank a Dragon Strength Potion, how could it be a problem for you to deal with an 8th Rank Swordsman? Even if he cuts off your arms, legs, and head, our Gilded Rose's Alchemists will always remember you! "
"…" Hauss couldn't even keep his two-handed greatsword steady. 'Cutting off an arm or a leg is one thing, but cutting off his head … Why would I want all the alchemists of the Gilded Rose to remember me for all eternity?'
"Okay, Swordsman Bill, our Mage Hauss is ready, let's begin!"
"Hey …" Hauss was startled. 'When the fuck was I ready!?'
Unfortunately, Hauss didn't even have time to ask before he felt someone push him from behind. Caught off guard, Hauss staggered as he stumbled towards Bill, the two-handed greatsword in his hand slashing down on his opponent's head.
Bill was a genuine 8th Rank Swordsman. As a member of the Raging Bull Mercenary Group, he had experienced many dangerous battles. How could a 5th Rank Mage like Hauss, who had never seen blood before, compare to his quick reflexes? Bill raised his greatsword and parried Hauss' attack with a crisp "Dang!"
Following that, there was a heavy sound of something breaking through the air. Bill's counterattack came quickly and urgently. The two-handed greatsword in his hands was like a straw in his hands, slashing down several times in a row. Hauss was so scared that he didn't even dare to parry. His feet kept moving backward, and it looked like he was about to retreat into the crowd …
"Hauss, why aren't you counterattacking? Do you really want to have your hands and feet cut off?" Faleau stood there and pointed, not showing any sign of pain.
"…" Hauss' face turned green, thinking, 'You're not letting me use spells, you want me to fight back against an 8th Rank Swordsman? Do I have to use my fingers to fight back?'
Unfortunately, Bill didn't care about that. The greatsword in his hand became heavier and heavier, and after a few attacks, he forced Hauss into a corner, followed by another heavy slash.
"Motherf * cker …" Hauss cursed when he saw that he had nowhere to retreat. He didn't care anymore and raised his greatsword to parry.
In a flash, only a "dang" sound could be heard.
The onlookers in the lobby couldn't bear to watch.
A 5th Rank Mage was parrying the attack of an 8th Rank Swordsman, and a freakishly powerful one at that. That 5th Rank Mage might not be able to use his hands to hold anything in the future.
"Eh?" But at this time, Hauss let out a startled cry, because he suddenly discovered that his strength was a lot greater than he had imagined. Such a simple parry was actually able to block Bill's attack. No, it wasn't just blocked, he clearly saw Bill take two steps back when the two swords collided.
Moreover, his hands weren't broken after that collision, and he didn't even feel the slightest bit of discomfort.
'Could this be the effect of the Dragon Strength Potion?'
With this thought in mind, Hauss tried to lift the two-handed greatsword. At this time, Hauss suddenly realized that the seemingly heavy two-handed greatsword was a lot lighter than he had imagined. He lifted it effortlessly. With just a light swing, the sword slashed out with great force.
The power of that slash was so heavy that even Bill had no choice but to retreat.
'Dragon Strength Potion, it's definitely the Dragon Strength Potion!'
After personally experiencing the power of the Dragon Strength Potion, the fear and bewilderment on Hauss' face finally disappeared. He clenched the two-handed greatsword in his hand tightly and began his first wave of counterattack. The two-handed greatsword's attacks came one after another, and they were actually on par with Bill.
The two clanked as they fought in the center of the lobby. The hundreds of onlookers' jaws almost fell to the ground. This Dragon Strength Potion could actually allow a 5th Rank Mage to fight an 8th Rank Swordsman in close combat, and they were even evenly matched. Wasn't this a bit too inconceivable?
No, no, no, it wasn't just evenly matched …
The onlookers were sharp and quickly recalled that Hauss was only a 5th Rank Mage and hadn't gone through any real swordsmanship training. He was only able to fight with Bill because of the power provided by the Dragon Strength Potion. If Hauss had gone through any swordsmanship training, then Bill might have already fallen!
After the fight had gone on for ten minutes, Faleau finally called for a stop.
"Many thanks, Alchemist Faleau."
"No need to be polite, Alchemist Faleau …" Bill was panting heavily. Even an 8th Rank Swordsman with the nickname Barbarian Bull felt exhausted after going through such a head-on battle.
On the contrary, Hauss didn't show any signs of discomfort. Instead, he excitedly asked Faleau, "Alchemist Faleau, is it the Dragon Strength Potion? Is it the Dragon Strength Potion?"
"Yes, it is, the Dragon Strength Potion …" Faleau sent Hauss away with a few words before returning to the center of the lobby with a smile on his face as he looked at the pale Hawkins.
"Great Alchemist Hawkins, I can answer your previous question. I truly have no intention of exchanging the Dragon Strength Potion for the Berserk Blood Potion's formula. Do you think I am so naive and stupid? What qualifications do you have to trade with me with that Berserk Blood Potion in your hands? I advise you to go back and look in the mirror to see if you are worthy of it … "
After saying that, Faleau spat on the ground.
The entire lobby of the Gilded Rose instantly became silent.
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