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

Chapter 50: Meaning

"Are you going to attack us?" Rudolf seemed to have anticipated Lorne's reaction.

With a confident smile, he assured me, "To tell you the truth..."

"During your stay in the Elf Settlement, the conflict between the Black Sun Tower and the Forest of Fireflies has intensified, and small-scale clashes have already occurred."

"A formal war will break out in less than half a month. As long as you perform well in the battle against the Forest of Fireflies, you will have the opportunity to be valued by the formal wizards."

"Even if you don't become a formal wizard, you can still enter the Black Tower."

Rudolph looked at Lorne with admiration: "Your skills are not bad, and you can be an asset to the team."

"Yes," Lauren agreed. "No one can escape this war."

Rudolph believed that Lorne was a smart man who could make the right choice between the lives of several animals and the team.

Moreover, handing the Elf's Tear to Lady Elena would also earn her a high-grade magic crystal; no one would turn down such an opportunity.

"Lorne, what's done is done." Nina gripped the dagger in her hand and stood up.

"It's pointless to worry about the lives of these elves anymore. Let's leave after we've collected the Tears of the Elves."

"Ha..." Lorne chuckled ironically at himself.

He originally thought that the others were concerned about his life or death, which was why they wasted so much time and energy searching for him.

I never imagined that they would value his abilities so much that they could help him.

Lorne breathed a sigh of relief, completely relieved of his psychological burden.

He took off the leather bag and gently placed it on the ground, while releasing Mia.

"Your Highness, go find Mr. Sodrion..." Lorne was too ashamed to face the little guy anymore.

He pulled the ceremonial robe down to his waist.

Lorne, shirtless, stood between Rudolf and Mia.

"It seems you made the wrong choice." Rudolf shook his head, quite disappointed.

"Injuring someone in the Black Sun Tower will be severely punished." Nina drew another dagger from her waist, changing the subject:

"In the event of discovery."

No one would know if he died in this folded space, and the Black Tower wouldn't care much about someone who wasn't even a wizard apprentice.

"Only one of us, either me or you, can get out of here."

Muscles trembled, bones roared—Lorne resolutely reversed the power of the second layer, his expression solemn.

His current methods are still too simplistic, and he is not confident of victory against the combined forces of Rudolf and his two companions.

He might even die at the hands of the three.

Theodore, Mia, remember you have a friend...

For Lorne, there are always things that are more important than his own life and interests.

Those were the only reasons that kept him going in this cold and inhuman wizarding world.

【Fist Bone II】- Bonus.

Rudolph pulled the longsword from Leodan's chest, blood gushing out, the tip pointing directly at Lorne: "Kill him."

The conflict between the two sides became irreconcilable when Lorne said, "Only one side can leave here."

Either you die or I die.

"Arcane Missiles!" Lauren launched the first attack.

His fingers floated with intricate magical runes, connecting his spiritual power with the mysterious energy particles of nature.

The battle has begun.

Rudolph began to breathe rhythmically, and tiny metallic particles instantly wrapped around the silver-white sword, coating its surface with a lead-gray layer.

He drew his sword and headed straight for Lorne.

Rudolf had witnessed Lorne's strength; the punch that fell from the sky in the Firewood Forest was still vivid in his memory.

We can't give Lorne time to build up his power!

A blazing white arcane missile grazed Lorne's shoulder, leaving a whiff of burnt flesh.

Lorne frowned and stepped aside.

Rudolf then charged at him with incredible speed, giving him no time to dodge.

The longsword thrust straight in, whistling through the air.

"Whoosh—"

Although Rudolph had poked a hole in the air, the fine metal particles seemed to have a mind of their own, scattering forward.

One after another, dark red drops of blood were still suspended in mid-air, not yet falling.

In an instant, fine cuts appeared on Lorne's left cheek, stinging painfully.

There was no time for him to think too much.

Nina, already carrying two daggers, moved like a ghost and flashed behind Lorne.

The serrated blade was aimed at that slender neck, its chilling aura palpable.

With just a gentle stroke, a vibrant life will vanish instantly.

Years of fighting experience allowed Lorne to react quickly.

He grabbed Rudolf's wrist, the one holding the sword, and pulled it forcefully behind his back.

At the same time, he ducked into the lower right corner.

With a booming sound, Lorne raised his right fist and turned to punch Nina in the face.

Nina was completely focused on stopping the dagger that was about to pierce Rudolf, and had no time to dodge.

The three were locked in a fierce battle, preventing Lauren, who had already gathered her arcane missiles, from making her move.

At the crucial moment, Rudolf slammed his elbow into Lorne's chest.

Seizing the brief moment when he lost his balance, he forcefully kicked Lorne away.

Lauren then followed up with an arcane missile, aiming at Lorne's final landing point.

Arcane missiles are fast and consume little energy, but unfortunately, Lauren's mental strength is insufficient to fire them rapidly in rapid succession.

In addition, the surrounding arcane energy particles were not very dense, which resulted in the arcane missiles not being very powerful.

The blazing white orb struck Lorne squarely on the back, leaving a charred, bloody crater.

Blood was everywhere, and through the shallow pit, one could vaguely see the white bones inside.

Lorne was thrown into a tumble by the force, howling in pain.

The three worked together seamlessly, each move linked to the next, leaving him no opening to make a move.

Even if no one could withstand a punch that mobilized his internal organs, the prerequisite was that a few people would give him the opportunity.

This is the drawback of having limited resources.

Even if one only masters the Three-Fold Force and basic fighting techniques, and possesses overwhelming strength, one will still be suppressed and powerless to fight back.

"Lorne, it's not too late to beg for mercy now." Rudolf did not press the issue further.

He believed that keeping Lorne alive was more valuable than letting him die, which was why he spared him.

Lorne can be a great asset to the team in the future battles in the Forest of Fireflies and the Tower of the Black Sun.

"Pah!" Lorne gasped for breath, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

He quickly opened the panel.

Lorne Holt

Age: 17

[Occupation: Martial Artist]

[Talent: Breath of Nature II, Fist Bone II]

[Martial Arts Mastery: Breathing Technique lvMax (to be advanced), Triple Force lvMax (to be advanced)]

[Attributes: Constitution 8, Strength 7, Agility 7, Spirit 2, Magic 0]

[Attribute Points: 4]