Clinging to the Witcher world to become a god of martial arts

Manor castle.

As the tallest building in the Wall Manor, it was once the residence of the lord and the main battlefield of the two major forces, yet it did not suffer as severe damage as expected.

From a certain perspective, it is even relatively complete.

The manor gates were corroded by energy, and the once lush green front yard had turned into an eerie purplish-black garden.

The main house was cleaved in two by a terrifying abyss, the cross-section as smooth as a mirror, revealing the multi-level rooms inside, while the castle structures on both sides of the abyss still stand.

Ancient murmurs echoed from the bottomless cracks in the ground, low and chilling, like echoes from hell.

Sudden--

The darkness within surged and churned, and two enormous figures appeared and disappeared.

"Whoosh!"

With a flick of its long tail, a burly man flew into the air, then free-falled, crashing heavily to the ground, landing precisely in the front yard.

He scrambled to his feet in a disheveled state, his face filled with panic as he cried out towards the abyss, "Teacher!"

"I'm not dead!" A lizard-like tail with spikes at the end plunged straight into the edge of the abyss, dragging out a burly figure.

It was Gunnar.

His appearance was now vastly different from before.

No longer as fierce, his vertical pupils combined with the black scales on his face gave him a somewhat sinister look.

Dark red blood continued to flow from the severed part of his left arm.

It was completely naked, covered with dense black scales.

"Teacher, what exactly is that?" The burly man looked into the depths of the crack with lingering fear.

Gunnar's expression was far from relaxed. "You should be grateful we survived."

"Hurry up and leave here. The purpose of this recruitment has been achieved. Now all you need to do is return to the Black Tower and report the situation."

"I never expected that Lord Vermilan would actually carry that thing with him..." Gunnar said with a grave expression, tinged with disbelief.

"That thing?" The burly man looked thoughtful. "Teacher, are you talking about that bronze pillar?"

"No, that's not it." Gunnar, clutching his severed arm, kicked away the flimsy iron gate, gazing at the vast tide of bones outside:

"In fact, the pillar's appearance there was very abrupt, as if someone had done it on purpose. Its essential function was to strip away the soul and bind it."

"Stripped of their souls...those three vengeful spirits?" The burly man's curiosity intensified, and he wanted to ask for more details, but Gunnar timely interrupted the conversation:

"It's time to go."

Seeing this, the big man had no choice but to give up and follow behind Gunnar, saying, "Hmm."

Gunnar stopped after taking only two or three steps.

The next second, he looked at the pair of vertical pupils in the distance with disbelief, his body reacted quickly, his pointed tail was poised to strike, and a red light shone from the inside of his scale-covered throat.

The fire element energy particles in the air all converged towards Gunnar.

The big man didn't understand what it meant, so he squinted and looked in the direction the teacher was aiming: in the pitch-black night, fireflies flickered.

As the red light grew brighter and brighter, turning into incandescent white, as if reaching a certain critical point, Gunnar let out a deafening roar.

"roar!"

A condensed, almost tangible ray of fire shot out, heading straight towards the torrent of fireflies on the horizon.

A deep red lava trench was plowed into the ground, and wherever the rays passed, they burned out twisted ripples.

"It's a breath attack." The burly man also became serious at this moment.

What is it that makes the teacher take it so seriously?

The question was answered shortly afterward.

The breath struck the increasingly dense swarm of fireflies on the horizon.

A miniature white sun exploded at the point of impact, and a dark red sea of ​​fire swept everything away, creating a violent foehn wind.

As he finished exhaling, Gunnar was enveloped in steam, and the flames in his pupils slowly died down.

The naked, scaled body was no longer as taut as before.

"Earth leyline dragon lizards? Interesting..." A cold male voice came from the horizon.

"How is this possible!" A look of astonishment appeared on that ugly face.

Gunnar's feet sank deep into the earth, and the rocks around him seemed to come alive, converging on him to form a thick suit of armor, while his throat shone brightly once more.

At the same time, the red light on the horizon faded, replaced by countless fluorescent green dots.

A young face emerged amidst the glowing lights, its expression indifferent, the intense heat completely dissipated.

Aislin raised his right hand and casually released a magical power as large as a monstrous wave. The violent fluctuations swept outwards from him, and his ancient wooden cloak fluttered wildly in the wind.

A boundless vitality!

The silvery moonlight cast a hazy glow on his figure, and Aislin, standing alone, seemed to transform into a king soaring through the sky, surrounded by countless fireflies!

"The Seventh Seat of Hotarubi no Mori e – Aisling!"

Gunnar stood frozen in place, the red light at his throat contracting and disappearing. Enveloped by the overwhelming magical power, he instantly lost all will to resist, and his body gradually sank...

...he knelt down very quickly.

The burly man behind him didn't react immediately and was struck on the thigh by Gunnar's sharp tail, causing him to kneel on the ground in pain.

The master and apprentice's instantaneous reaction almost made Lorne, who was following behind Aislin, spit out a mouthful of blood.

Not a buddy?

They surrendered before the fight even started?

He's a bloodline wizard, after all...

Lorne had hoped that Gunnar could exchange a few blows with Aislin and then seize the opportunity to escape while Aislin was distracted.

After all, he didn't know Aislin's temperament, and whether he could keep his promise and spare his life was another matter. He had to find a way to escape and not just sit and wait to die.

As a result, Lorne's plan ended before it even began. The moment the two met, Gunnar knelt down instantly because of the other's imposing aura.

Where is the backbone of a Black Tower wizard?

"Surrendering right away, what a useless thing..." Lorne condemned inwardly.

Although I did the same thing, it didn't stop me from cursing Gunnar.

With this level of skill, he dares to lead a team...

Aislin stood on the horizon, not making a move in the face of Gunnar and the big man's reactions, but slowly retracting the scattered magic power.

"I didn't expect anyone to recognize me." He said in a strange tone, then turned into a firefly and landed.

Uh... Lorne knew that Aislin was being sarcastic towards him and the girl with the ahoge next to him who hadn't realized it yet.

He was just a junior apprentice at the Black Sun Tower, a low-level figure, so how could he possibly have any contact with the top figures of the two factions?

Judging from Gunnar's reaction, Aislin must have a very high status in the Forest of Fireflies, otherwise he wouldn't be worthy of the title "Seventh Seat of the Forest of Fireflies".

Even Gunnar had no choice but to raise the white flag of surrender; from now on, he would have to improvise...

The fireflies transformed into flowing water, carrying Lorne and Penny to the ground.

Ignoring Gunnar and the giant kneeling devoutly on the ground, Aislin walked straight past them, reached the edge of the crevice, and gazed at the abyss below.