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

Count Reno is investigating the disappearance of Rudolf and his group, and the big man is the witness who saw him going to the resource area with them, which will be a big problem.

Faced with the battle between Aislin and the lich, Lorne originally intended to save his life during this turmoil and then find an opportunity to deal with the big man after leaving the abyss.

But the other party just had to court death!

The celestial river's protective energy dissipated from his body, transforming into a cold, heavy, invisible force field that pressed down on the burly man's head.

"This is!" The big man's movements slowed down, his body was locked in place, and his bones made a muffled sound as if they were being bound by iron chains. A chill ran through his heart.

Lorne seized the moment when the big man froze, activated the [Blessed Fire] effect of his magic sword, and swung it heavily towards the man's forehead.

The flaming sword suddenly burst into the cold force field, like a spark flashing across a vast snowfield.

After violently slicing through the viscous qi, a flash of sword light appeared, sharp and fierce.

"Bang!"

The air exploded with a deafening roar, accompanied by a painful howl from the burly man. Droplets of blood leaped up, firmly fixed within the force field formed by the Heavenly River Qi, and floated in the air.

"I didn't expect that I could break through the force field simply by using force..." Lorne pursed his lips and sheathed his magic sword with some regret.

The celestial energy dispersed, the force field dissipated, and the suspended blood droplets fell to the ground, forming a pool of blood.

The burly man was panting heavily, cold sweat streaming down his forehead, and he pressed his hand against the huge gash that stretched from his shoulder to his forearm, still somewhat shaken.

The outermost layer of flesh was charred black, while the flesh inside was sticky and the white bones were faintly visible.

"Damn it! What kind of trick is this?" the burly man cursed, his eyes once again filled with fanaticism as he looked at Lorne.

The method that caused him to freeze was not some kind of magic; he had not seen Lorne cast the spell, nor was it a suppression of magic.

It's a bit like the air pressure that's been frozen to the extreme, suddenly descending, but what exactly is that cold suction force?

Even the air turned into viscous ice water, as if the surrounding heat and energy were being extracted.

This was beyond the understanding of the Han Dynasty and belonged to the unknown realm.

People are always afraid of things that defy common sense, while wizards are both afraid and excited as they constantly explore.

"Boy, hand over the tricks you just used, and I might spare your life!" The burly man's face lit up with anticipation, his murderous intent replaced by delight.

"You're probably..." Lorne sheathed his magic sword at his waist, leaped forward, and his mocking voice whistled through the air: "...out of your mind."

Like a dog, they treated Gunnar's words as commands they couldn't refuse, relentlessly pursuing him. When they saw something of value in the other person, greed devoured their reason.

This isn't the first time I've seen this kind of guy...

A sharp, intense pressure shot through his heart, and Lorne, channeling the power of the Triple Strike, charged toward the burly man with lightning speed.

"You asked for this!"

Before he could finish speaking, the big man suddenly roared, and a violent wave of mental energy spread out.

The powerful fluctuations caused Lorne's mental sea to churn and become unstable.

A psychological attack?

A sharp pain coursed through his mind, distracting Lorne and forcing him to abandon his charge.

The stench of blood in the air grew stronger, and a pale red mist permeated the air. The burly man exuded an indescribable aura, his eyes were bloodshot, and his veins bulged and glowed faintly.

That hideous face was also covered by countless veins that glowed with a faint red light.

The wound inflicted by the magic sword healed at a speed visible to the naked eye, and a strange twisting suddenly occurred under the exposed skin, as if worms were wriggling in the flesh.

"You should...&* feel fortunate, it's your first time...#￥%"

The big man's vocal cords seemed to be compressed, and he couldn't even pronounce the syllables of the words accurately, having lost the ability to communicate normally.

It was less like speaking and more like the babbling of a monster.

"Poor fellow." After eliminating the influence of his mental sea, Lorne stood up and looked at the big man with pity in his eyes.

In pursuit of power, they even lost their humanity.

The giant man's size at this time was almost the same as the "Abomination" summoned by the lich.

It stands about three meters tall, with protruding eyes and a body covered in scales, yet it is incredibly swollen, with its internal flesh constantly writhing.

It sticks out a forked tongue like a lizard, and its clear saliva stretches out in long, thin threads.

It would be a lie to say I felt no fear at all, but given the situation, running away was not a realistic option.

That violent mental force had already locked onto Lorne, who never expected that this big man could activate his second form.

If I had known this would happen, I should have been more careful...

"Whoosh!" The swollen figure in the distance blurred instantly, leaving only a residual image in place.

Lorne reacted quickly, immediately parrying with his sword.

"clang!"

Without mobilizing the power of the Triple Strike and his inner energy, Lorne was suddenly blasted away by a tremendous force, falling towards the horde of skeletons behind him.

After the attack, the big man was briefly suspended in the air, his forked tongue sticking out, and a dark green ball of light blocked Lorne's landing point.

In the moment of crisis, the Star Vortex spun, and the Qi shot out. In an instant, Lorne activated his internal energy to stabilize his body, and at the same time, he drew his magic sword and plunged it into the ground.

The rubble was jolted up, and the magic sword dragged a shallow trench in the ground.

A sharp pain shot through my arm, and my thumb and forefinger were chafed raw by the violent shaking of the sword hilt.

Having dodged the splash of acid, Lorne now had a rough estimate of the giant's overall strength.

Their strength, physique, and agility far surpassed mine.

Its defensive capabilities, covered in scales, are estimated to be astonishingly high.

In this situation, choosing a head-on confrontation is unwise and will only result in the needless loss of life.

His boiling fighting spirit made him want to fight fist to fist, exchange blood for blood, and engage in hand-to-hand combat with his opponent.

This is my usual fighting style.

When it comes to dealing with apprentices who cast spells, given their weak physique, close-quarters combat is undoubtedly the best option.

But times have changed. The opponent is a deformed monster whose strength, physique, and agility far surpass its own; it is no longer human.

In contrast, close combat is actually the opponent's forte.

We must change our combat strategy!

Seeing the acid splash miss its target, the rugged figure sprang up quickly, unleashing a barrage of heavy punches. The force of the punches was like a giant axe cleaving a mountain, causing the air to hiss.

To the big man's surprise, the slender figure stood motionless, neither dodging nor flinching.

Suddenly, Lorne raised his right hand with fluid grace, his wrist turning slightly as if drawing a smooth arc in the air.

The moment the fist and palm made contact, the big man felt as if his heavy punch had been thrown into a deep pool, and was pulled to one side by the arc.

To his alarm, Lorne's hand had already wrapped around his arm like a vine, and a soft yet resilient force traveled along his meridians and penetrated his body.