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

The scarred man opened the door. It was already dark outside, and he didn't want to stand in the rain outside.

Perhaps due to exhaustion and fear, the blond boy and girl in the corner curled up and fell asleep.

"Get out of the way!" The scarred man kicked Theodore, who was standing by the door, away, and turned his gaze to Lorne, who had his back turned.

"What are you shaking for?"

Lorne struggled to control his trembling body; the side effects of his improved physique were not yet over.

The thick hemp ropes around his ankles and wrists were just casually draped over his shoulders; he was in such a hurry that he didn't have time to tie them back up.

A man will definitely notice this as soon as he gets close.

creak...creak...

The cloth shoes made a squeaking sound as they stepped on the wooden floor.

The sound was getting closer.

Should we attack now? No, with only three points of strength, we're definitely no match for the two guards.

But what if the man finds himself unbound...?

Lorne kept imagining the worst possible outcome in his mind.

"Andrew." The guard at the door felt a pang of pity. "Well, they're about to be executed; it's only natural for them to be afraid."

The footsteps stopped abruptly.

Lorne breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, one of the guards had a kind heart and didn't want the children's final days to be filled with unrest.

"You all better behave!" the scarred man cursed as he left the room. "Ralph, being too kind will only get you killed in the end!"

The wooden door closed again.

"We need to hurry..." Lorne, having recovered, stood up, a determined flame burning in his eyes.

The rain outside was getting heavier and heavier, accompanied by loud thunder.

The sound of thunder was used to mask the noise caused by unleashing the three-fold force...

The Three-Layer Strength is divided into three major levels: the first level is the strength of the skin and flesh, the second level is the strength of the tendons and bones, and the third level is the strength of the internal organs.

The force of the flesh is directly generated through muscle tremors, which can greatly amplify the punching power and is usually accompanied by the wind from the punch.

The "tendon and bone strength" method transmits force to the bones, creating a secondary vibration that amplifies the power by a factor of two.

As for the internal organ strength, forcing its use with one's current physical condition would lead to severe internal injuries.

Since there were no sandbags or wooden stakes, Lorne could only hold back his power and practice shadowboxing.

He assumed a horse stance, lowered his waist, adjusted his breathing, and began to use breathing techniques.

With deep, rumbling breaths, Lorne seemed to transform into a beast poised to pounce, waiting silently.

Boom! — A clap of thunder sounded.

*Snap!* — A sharp sound, like a firecracker, flashed by.

"Lor... Lorne?" Theodore stared at Lorne's retreating figure, utterly horrified.

Each air shot was accompanied by considerable shockwaves that reverberated throughout the room.

But the timing of each strike was perfect, masking the considerable noise amidst the deafening thunder.

【三叠劲lv1（100/100）】→【三叠劲lv2（0/200）】

[Attribute Points +1]

【三叠劲lv2（200/200）】→【三叠劲lv3（0/400）】

[Attribute Points +1]

[Awakened Talent: Fist Bone!]

[Fist Bone]

[Effect: Significantly increases the hardness of finger bones during boxing.]

After a while, Lorne stopped.

He gazed intently at the panel and tapped it lightly.

Strength: 3 → 5.

The sooner they leave the manor, the longer they will have to escape.

We can't delay any longer... Lorne walked to the door and whispered to Theodore, "Theodore, I need your help to distract those two guards."

"Mmm!" Theodore kept nodding his little head.

He was impressed by the strength Lorne had just displayed, so he had no objection to Lorne's orders.

Lorne sat down and picked up the rope again to disguise his wrists and ankles as if they were still tightly bound.

After doing all that, he leaned against the wall by the door and pretended to doze off.

The two knights outside were still talking, and Lorne vaguely overheard some of their conversation.

"Ralph, I heard your wife is pregnant?"

"Yes, Andrew, we just don't know if it's a boy or a girl..."

"...Congratulations!"

"I have a feeling I will be a great father..."

...

Theodore gently knocked on the wooden door with his bound hands.

"Who's there!" The wooden door was suddenly pushed open inward.

Thump—Theodore was knocked down by the force and landed on his backside.

The scarred man named Andrew looked warily into the room, his fingers resting on the hilt of the sword at his waist.

"I need to use the restroom," Theodore said, looking innocently at the two guards.

"No, go back!" Andrew refused sternly, his ferocious expression making him look like he wanted to kill someone.

There was no room for turning back.

At this moment, a guard named Ralph spoke up to calm Andrew down, saying, "Andrew, don't get agitated."

He patted Andrew on the shoulder, signaling him to lower his guard: "This is their last night."

Ralph's meaning was clear: on their last night, he should grant their small request.

"Sigh." Andrew sighed, his fingers sliding off the hilt of his sword. "Whatever."

Ralph entered the room and gently helped Theodore up: "Let's go."

Ralph pulled Theodore close and then turned to lead him outside...

opportunity!

Lorne, who had been feigning sleep, suddenly sprang up and drew the knight's sword that Ralph had tucked into his waistband with lightning speed.

"Thud!"—The silver-white blade pierced through his chest and heart.

Hot blood splattered everywhere, splashing onto Theodore's terrified face.

Ralph stood frozen in place, staring in shock at the blade emerging from his heart, his body gradually going limp...

"Ralph!" Andrew roared, drawing his knight's sword in grief.

Lorne casually drew his knight's sword, his ruthless gaze locking onto the scarred man before him.

In this world, survival and kindness are never multiple-choice questions.

Skin and flesh strength!

Lorne struck first!

He gripped his knight's sword horizontally, veins bulging on his arm, his muscles trembling violently.

The Three-Fold Force is not limited to boxing; it can also be a simple transmission of power, and Lorne has long been a master of this skill.

The seemingly unorthodox slash, imbued with immense force, hurtled towards Andrew.

"Bang!"

The silver-white longsword slashed fiercely into the muddy ground.

"You deserve to die!" Andrew, who had dodged the diagonal slash, swung his sword forward, breathing heavily.

The raindrops hovered eerily around him, and a strong current of air slowly rose to the tip of his sword.

This feeling... is like facing a gale... Lorne instantly understood the reason.

Wind Whisper Breathing Technique!

He drew his sword to parry, but was slightly overwhelmed.

Andrew's swordplay was fierce and powerful, with each attack being wide and sweeping, coupled with his strange breathing technique.

Although he managed to withstand several slashes, the air currents gathered on the sword tore through Lorne's clothes, drawing blood and leaving wounds.

The stinging pain instantly snapped Lorne back to reality.

I'm not a knight, why should I fight him with my sword?

Suddenly, Lorne's bones and muscles began to rumble.

"Clang!" - The two longswords collided, sparking a few flecks, and remained locked in a stalemate in the rainy night.

Lorne used the brute force brought by his physical strength to forcefully push aside Andrew's sword strike.

Andrew tried his best, but found that he was much weaker than the young boy opposite him.

When his attention was fully focused on the clash of the two swords, a sudden deflection caught him off guard.

Lorne released his grip on the longsword, completely disregarding the sword that was about to strike him.

[Fist Bone] - Bonus!

He clenched his fist, his muscles trembling and bones roaring, and threw a powerful punch at Andrew's head.

"I have no chivalry whatsoever!"

Andrew was finally scared. He withdrew his vertical slash that was about to hit Lorne's shoulder and blocked the punch with his sword.

From then on, offense and defense were different.

Jab, left hook, right hook... Andrew stumbled backward step by step.

Lorne seized the opportunity, taking advantage of Andrew's mistake, and swung a whip kick at his thigh.

"Ah!" Andrew knelt down on one knee, neglecting the defenses in front of him.

In that instant, Lorne tackled Andrew to the ground in the mud, his punches falling like mountains.

His nose bridge was broken by a punch, and blood mixed with rainwater flowed down.

"You bastard! I'll kill you!" Andrew instinctively thrust his sword forward.

But his breathing had long since become erratic, and the aura gathered on the sword had dissipated, posing no threat whatsoever...

"Boom!" Amidst the lightning and thunder, Andrew fell silent as Lorne's final punch landed.

The longsword slipped limply from his hand, and his body became deeply embedded in the mud.

"Lor...Lorne?" Theodore asked tentatively from a short distance away, his voice trembling.

"Run..." Rain streamed down Lorne's face as he stood up weakly and walked to the door of the cabin.

The boy and girl inside were awakened by the noise outside and looked at Lorne sleepily.

The two were puzzled.

"You two should run too." Lorne glanced at the two of them indifferently, then looked at Ralph, who was dead at the door.

Ralph's expression remained blank, shocked, and confused... and slightly stiff.

I'm sorry... Lorne closed his eyes.