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

"It's you, you little bastard!" A rough roar, accompanied by the sound of something cutting through the air, followed immediately.

"Lorne, get out of the way!"

Lorne, who was resting quietly on the ground due to exhaustion, was awakened by a sharp tail that suddenly entered the range of his mental perception.

He instinctively rolled over to one side.

"Bang!" The spikes pierced the ground, kicking up a shower of gravel, and a strong, one-armed figure came into view.

Gunnar?!

A few thoughts flashed through Lorne's mind, and when he glanced at Gunnar, who had activated his dragon form, he understood something.

Aislin, you're really unreliable! You can't even completely defeat a bloodline wizard!

The Heavenly River Qi was exhausted, and the previous battle with the big man and climbing the cliff had almost depleted his strength.

Enveloped by that overwhelming killing intent, Lorne's urge to retaliate completely vanished.

Gunnar is a genuine bloodline wizard, possessing the bloodline power of the leyline dragon lizard and magic power. Even at his peak, Gunnar would not stand a chance against Gunnar, who was now half-crippled.

Just as the pointed tail emerged from the rubble, it aimed at Lorne's head and was about to strike again.

"Don't you care about the students' lives?" Lorne shouted angrily, quick-witted.

"No..." Penny's expression was still one of extreme fear, and a few syllables were still escaping from her throat.

The sharp tail, gleaming coldly, stopped just before it touched Lorne's face.

Gunnar ultimately had some reservations.

The giant disappeared while chasing Lorne. Lorne, covered in blood, crawled out of the abyss. But what about his student...?

"Where is he!" Anger completely consumed Gunnar's face.

The fact that this young man could utter such words on the verge of death can only mean that the burly man was in a very dangerous situation and that it was difficult for others to find his location.

"I'll take you to him."

Lorne gently brushed aside the sharp tail that could fall at any moment, struggled to his feet, and faced Gunnar in his dragon form: "But you must make sure I live."

"Ha..." Gunnar sneered, "Are you trying to bargain with me?"

"I believe Lord Gunnar will make the right choice between a mere first-level apprentice and his precious disciple."

Gunnar lowered his head and pondered for a moment, then looked at Lorne with a hint of coldness that was barely perceptible, as if he were looking at a dead man who was about to die.

"Take me to him now. I'm conducting an important experiment on him, and the results are crucial to me. If my student dies, you'll suffer the same fate, going to hell with him!"

"it is good."

Lorne gently agreed, feeling sorry for the Great Han. He had thought Gunnar hesitated for a moment because of the deep bond between master and disciple, but he hadn't expected that it was ultimately because of his own interests.

In his eyes, the big man was probably an experiment from beginning to end.

Conspiracy theories came into play again, with the big man and Gunnar subconsciously reminding Lorne of Katarina and Theodore.

Katarina holds a very high position within the Black Tower, so why would she value Theodore so much...? Could there be some ulterior motive behind it?

A tail covered in scales wrapped around Lorne's body, and with this question in mind, he was dragged down into the abyss by Gunnar.

...

"Kid, the blood on you is contaminated with all sorts of pollutants. It belongs to my student. What exactly happened while he was chasing you?"

While slowly descending using the rock face as a buffer, Gunnar asked a seemingly casual question.

Lorne could feel the cold tail wrapped around him tightening slightly.

As expected, a proper wizard is not so easy to fool, even a big, burly guy like Gunnar... One wrong answer and he could be killed on the spot.

"He was chasing me relentlessly, while I used my agility to weave through the horde of skeletons..."

"...Finally, I encountered a huge guy wearing black painted armor and wielding a runic greatsword. The blood on my body was from their fight."

"Taking advantage of a lull in their fight, I seized the opportunity to climb the cliff and ascend into the abyss."

"The Death Knight... that's not something he can handle." Gunnar didn't have many doubts. In his eyes, Lorne was just a first-level apprentice with a physique far exceeding that of ordinary people.

According to the information transmitted through the pointed tail, the boy in front of me is several times stronger and denser than an ordinary adult.

But to themselves, they are still no different from ants.

Can an elephant trip over an ant's ankle?

Even if this bastard in front of me is lying, so what? At most, I'll live a little longer. My ultimate goal in going down into the abyss is to find a communication device.

As for whether the Great Han lives or dies, it would be best if he lives; if he dies, it would simply require more effort to find and cultivate a new one.

Compared to those overwhelming merit points, they are not worth mentioning.

Penny's expression was unusual at this moment, clearly because she was thinking about the scene of Lorne leading her away from the skeleton horde, and her heart was churning violently, which led to a bold conjecture.

He quickly realized his lapse in composure and swiftly returned to normal.

Passing through the upper layer shrouded in black mist, what catches the eye is a soft glow of fireflies.

As he prepared to return to the bottom of the pit, which was filled with bones, Lorne's heart sank to the bottom.

The younger one got beaten up and the older one came along. Why is my life so miserable?

The big man was manageable; even with his strong physique, there were ways to deal with him. But Gunnar...

A formal wizard, the power of the leyline dragon lizard bloodline, and that breath that could reduce him to ashes—even losing an arm wouldn't be enough for him to handle.

Although the other party agreed to his conditions, Lorne knew that if he didn't find the Great Han in time, death would be his only fate.

Time is running out, and we must find a way to deal with Gunnar as soon as possible.

Just as he was getting anxious, Lorne's gaze fell on a figure that seemed out of place amidst the waves of white bones below.

Clad in black paint armor scarred by war, riding a skeletal warhorse, with icy blue flames constantly emanating from the mask covering his eyes.

We're old acquaintances.

"Over there!" An idea popped into Lorne's head, and he pointed in the direction of the Death Knight.

Gunnar had clearly noticed this much earlier; in his dragon form, his vision far surpassed that of an ordinary person.

I was caught in a dilemma.

He was now a severely injured second-tier bloodline wizard. Dealing with the Death Knight was not easy, but it wouldn't take too much effort either, since it was an undead creature without a mind of its own.

It's a question of whether it's worth it or not.

What is the ratio of benefit to cost in wasting time dealing with the Death Knight and searching for a missing test subject?

Wouldn't it be more profitable to focus this energy on finding communication devices?

Gunnar was caught in a dilemma.