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

The burly man tried to break through the force that was both hard and soft, but Lorne's feet shifted slightly, his body swaying like a willow in the wind, and his hands gently pushed outward as if playing a zither.

Dozens or even hundreds of skeletons surrounded the two, and just as they were about to form a complete encirclement, a huge mountain of flesh smashed open a gap, crushed several skeletons, and then used the resistance of the ground to dissipate its force.

"How... is this possible!" The big man was incredulous.

He had never heard of either the strange force field or the method that returned nearly half of his strength.

Including this slender boy in front of me, who has not undergone any modifications, how did he unleash such illogical power?

A chill ran through him. He had thought that with "flesh hyperplasia" in hand, victory would be assured, but the result was completely unexpected.

The idea of ​​slowly torturing the other party to extract secrets was shattered, and the big man dared not slack off any longer.

Having completely stopped the retreating trend, just as I was about to get up, the familiar, cold force field descended upon me.

Lorne will not give the big man a chance to breathe.

When facing an opponent who has the upper hand in strength, speed, and defense, the only way to win is to seize upon their mistakes and push them into increasingly dangerous situations.

"Whoosh—" The magic sword was drawn, drawing a graceful arc in the air, its chilling aura heading straight for the big man's neck, which was as thick as a water bucket.

The same trick worked completely the same time.

The burly man let out a deep roar, his spittle dripping onto the gravel and causing a rustling sensation.

The force field formed by the protective energy can only slightly reduce its speed, and can no longer bring it to a standstill as before.

The arm, covered with thick veins, gripped the magic sword tightly in its palm, but strangely, this slash lacked power and was far inferior to the previous strike.

Lorne's brown hair was disheveled in the wind. As he braced his right hand against the magic sword, his left hand lightly brushed against his waist.

A tremendous roar suddenly erupted from the body beneath the robe, and a short blade appeared.

The real killer move!

Lorne used his magic sword as a springboard, his tall and slender body soaring into the air.

A cold glint flashed, and with the added power of the triple strike, the short blade fell straight down from the burly man's head with unstoppable force.

Everything happened in the blink of an eye.

Although the big man reacted in time, the force field slowed him down considerably, and he still couldn't dodge it in the end.

The silver-white dagger disappeared into the gaps between the scales on the neck.

The already swollen and writhing muscles were on the verge of bursting at any moment. With this stimulation, the foul-smelling, warm blood gushed out like a fountain.

Lorne's face was covered in blood, his adrenaline was surging, and he grinned as he twisted the dagger in his hand.

"Crack—" The sound of bones breaking.

"!!! Roar..." The big man could no longer speak human language, and could only growl like a wild beast.

Its tenacious vitality prevented it from dying immediately, and it was able to fight back.

Two large, heavy hands came together with heavy pressure as they closed on Lorne, who was in mid-air.

"Snapped!"

A shockwave shot into the sky, and the two palms were tightly joined together.

Lorne abandoned the chance to inflict a fatal wound, releasing his dagger prematurely and leaning back to dodge.

If a normal person were hit by this, they would probably be turned into mincemeat immediately... With a casual flick of his sword, Lorne performed an aerial somersault and landed steadily.

"Not dead yet?" To his surprise, even though the monstrous man had his throat slit and his spine broken, he still hadn't lost his ability to fight.

Instead, he forcefully pulled the short blade out of his neck, lowered his head, gripped the blade, and exerted slight force with his hand.

"Crack!" The short blade snapped in two, turning into silver fragments that fell to the ground like trash.

Lorne felt a pang of pain, but his hands didn't stop. After activating [Blessing Fire], he unleashed a sword aura.

The flames gently scorched the flesh, but most of the damage was blocked by the scales.

Fortunately, the giant was no longer a threat. Its spine was broken, and its neck hung limply against its chest, surrounded by writhing flesh.

Ultimately, it's still at the apprentice level. Flesh and blood can regenerate, but the recovery speed of a shattered skeleton is extremely slow. Moreover, being shattered by immense force damages the nerves in the spine, making them uncontrollable.

"You can die now!" Lorne kicked the monstrous man into the horde of skeletons.

One skeleton after another climbed onto its broad chest, tearing and scratching.

Just as that hideous face was about to be buried by bones, he suddenly struggled violently.

As the burly man stood up, a group of skeletons were completely blown away.

The limbs are still under control.

"Truly tenacious..." Lorne remarked casually, then leaped into the air, stepping onto the shoulder of a nearby skeleton.

Xingxuan unleashed the remaining Heavenly River Qi without reservation, its vast and heavy force looming over the burly man's head like a shadow.

Originally, I didn't want to use this move, as it would deplete my Heavenly River Qi, and it would be difficult to handle if another battle broke out afterward.

However, the battle with the Han Dynasty had lasted too long and could not continue any longer.

If the lich and the eslin were to clash violently again, even the aftershocks would be beyond their ability to withstand.

Every second you stay in the abyss increases the danger!

Water vapor condensed, and the pebbles on the ground swirled towards Lorne, surrounded by fine ice crystals, with starlight indirectly illuminating the area.

A terrifying, swirling wave, mixed with dazzling starlight, crashed down on the burly man.

The heavens and earth were overturned!

"Pop!" It was like a fully inflated balloon being popped.

The cold air dissipated in the air, and the warm, fresh blood, dripping everywhere, rose into the sky and turned into dark red patches as it fell.

The star vortex completely dried up, stopped rotating, and the invisible force field dissipated.

Lorne shook off the gel-like dark red blood clots on his face and wearily cleaned up the skeletons that were about to gather around him.

To be fair, the Han Dynasty is indeed a troublesome opponent.

He surpassed me in three-dimensional attributes, which I only acquired by adding points through the panel, by cultivating his body. The subsequent methods of flesh and blood regeneration were also extremely troublesome.

Flesh and skin heal quickly from injuries, but thankfully bones don't; otherwise, it wouldn't be so easy to make the opponent lose their threat.

No wonder I looked down on Rudolf and his group when we first met at the market.

This level of strength should be unmatched by any formal wizard; even a level three apprentice would be helpless against his second stage.

I don't even know his name...

Lorne glanced at the blurry flesh and blood on the ground, mixed with stark white bones.

After unleashing his devastating attack, the burly man was reduced to a pile of minced meat—a truly gruesome sight...

Many questions were left unanswered by his death, such as whether he went to the resource area to search for the Tears of the Elves after accepting the quest from Lady Elena...

These things remain unknown.

Lorne was also uninterested in those things.

"Hmm... Look for his storage bag, then leave the Abyss and return to the Black Sun Tower. I don't know anything else."

He has already planned his next move.