Chapter 87

"Relax, as long as you don’t lose any limbs, it’s fine." Falo spoke irresponsibly while pulling a two-handed greatsword from the shelf and handed it to Haus with great effort: "Haus, go and spar with Swordman Bill."

"O... Okay." Haus hesitated slightly but quickly agreed. An eighth-level swordman wasn’t much stronger than a fifth-level mage; if he used more control spells, he should be able to hold his ground...

Wait, hold on...

Why did Alchemist Falo give him a two-handed greatsword?

Recalling the dragon strength potion he had just drunk, Haus’s face turned pale in an instant.

No way...

Could it be that Alchemist Falo meant for him to engage in close combat with that Bill?

"F-F-F... Alchemist Falo?" Haus’s gaze towards Falo became incredibly complex, filled with doubt, pleading, and fear. For a moment, Haus looked like he was about to cry.

Alchemist Falo, isn’t this joke a bit too much!

That’s an eighth-level swordman. Look at his two-handed greatsword, it’s almost as tall as I am. You want me to engage in close combat with him? That’s too intense!

"Don’t be afraid. You just drank the dragon strength potion. What’s the problem with dealing with an eighth-level swordman? Even if he cuts off your hands, feet, or head, all the alchemists of the Gilded Rose will remember you forever!"

"..." Haus almost couldn’t hold the two-handed greatsword steady. Cutting off hands and feet is one thing, but cutting off my head? What do I need all the alchemists of the Gilded Rose to remember me for...

"Alright, Swordman Bill, our Mage Haus is ready, let’s start!"

"Hey..." Haus was startled. When the hell did I get ready!

Unfortunately, before Haus could even ask, he felt someone push him from behind. Caught off guard, Haus stumbled and stumbled towards Bill, the two-handed greatsword in his hand swinging down...

Bill was a genuine eighth-level swordman and a member of the Bull Brigade, having experienced many dangerous battles. His reaction was far beyond what a fifth-level mage like Haus, who had never seen blood, could compare to. Bill raised his two-handed greatsword, and with a crisp "clang," deflected Haus’s downward strike.

Then, a heavy sound of air slicing through the air followed. Bill’s counterattack was swift and fierce. The two-handed greatsword, as tall as a person, seemed like a straw in his hands. A series of slashes and chops followed, scaring Haus so much that he didn’t even dare to block, retreating step by step until he was almost backed into the crowd...

"Haus, why aren’t you counterattacking? Do you want to lose your limbs or your head?" Falo stood there, pointing, showing no signs of back pain.

"..." Haus’s face turned green. You don’t let me use magic, and you want me to counterattack an eighth-level swordman? Am I supposed to use my fingers?

Unfortunately, Bill didn’t care about Haus’s thoughts. His strikes grew heavier with each blow, and in just a few attacks, he had Haus cornered. Then, another heavy chop came down...

"Damn..." Seeing no way to retreat, Haus cursed and, without much thought, raised the two-handed greatsword to block.

Instantly, a "clang" echoed...

The onlookers in the hall couldn’t bear to watch anymore...

A fifth-level mage blocking an eighth-level swordman’s attack, especially one like Bull Bill with his brute strength, would likely never be able to use his hands again after this strike...

"Huh?" But at this moment, Haus let out a cry of surprise. He suddenly realized that his strength seemed much greater than he had imagined. This simple block actually deflected Bill’s attack. No, not just deflected; he saw Bill take two steps back...

Moreover, after this collision, his hands didn’t feel any discomfort, not even a slight tremor...

Could this be the effect of the dragon strength potion?

With this thought, Haus tried lifting the two-handed greatsword. Only then did he realize that the seemingly heavy weapon felt much lighter than he had expected. He lifted it effortlessly and, with a light swing, delivered a powerful strike.

The force of this strike was so heavy that even Bill had to retreat.

It must be the dragon strength potion!

After personally experiencing the power of the dragon strength potion, the fear and confusion on Haus’s face finally disappeared. He tightly gripped the two-handed greatsword and began his first wave of counterattacks. The strikes came one after another, and he actually fought Bill to a standstill.

The two of them clashed in the center of the hall, and the over a hundred onlookers were almost speechless. The dragon strength potion could actually make a fifth-level mage engage in close combat with an eighth-level swordman and fight to a standstill. Wasn’t this too unbelievable?

No, no, no...

The more perceptive onlookers quickly realized that Haus was just a fifth-level mage with no real sword training. He was able to fight Bill to a standstill solely because of the strength provided by the dragon strength potion. If Haus had some sword training, Bill might already be on the ground!

After ten minutes of fighting, Falo finally called a halt.

"Thank you both."

"Alchemist Falo, no need to be polite..." Bill panted heavily. Even an eighth-level swordman with the nickname Bull felt exhausted after such a straightforward, hard-hitting battle.

On the other side, Haus, who had been fighting until now, showed no signs of discomfort. Instead, he looked excited and eagerly asked Falo, "Alchemist Falo, is it the dragon strength potion? Is it the dragon strength potion?"

"Yes, yes, the dragon strength potion..." Falo dismissed Haus with a few words, then walked back to the center of the hall with a smile, looking at the pale-faced Hawking.

"Grand Alchemist Hawking, I can now answer your question. I really have no intention of trading the dragon strength potion for the formula and formula of the Bloodlust potion. Do you think I’m that naive and stupid? What qualifications do you have with that Bloodlust potion to trade with me? I suggest you go home and look in the mirror to see if you’re even worthy..."

After Falo finished speaking, he spat on the ground.

The entire Gilded Rose hall fell silent...

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So tired, can’t roll anymore...

Three-river votes, you guys, just give in to me.

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