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

【属性：体质11（9），力量12（9），敏捷13（8），精神2，魔力0】

Lorne thought he was going to die this time, but Lauren's fireball spell caused the fire element particles escaping from the air to change.

Reach the standard for activating [Boiling Blood].

The temporary improvement in his physical condition stopped the bleeding wound on his chest for a short time.

Rudolf has lost his ability to fight, Lauren is also seriously injured, and there is only Nina left who poses no threat.

The outcome of this battle is no longer in doubt.

"He's not dead!" Nina clearly noticed Lorne, who was flying into the air, and her face showed horror.

The fireball spell was very powerful, and combined with the fatal wound to the chest, it might not be enough to kill Lorne, but it could certainly render him completely immobile.

Why is that?!

Nina wasn't the only one with the same doubts; Rudolf and Lauren also shared the same questions.

"Arcane Missile!" Lauren frantically tried to form spell patterns.

He was the main damage dealer in this battle; if Lorne hadn't died, he would have been the first to be eliminated.

However, Lorne, whose agility is a full 13 points, can jump more than ten meters away with a light leap.

Agility is not the same as speed; it can be understood as skill or dexterity. The higher the skill level, the more agile and swift the movements.

He fell heavily to the ground, his feet sinking slightly into the mud.

His crimson eyes quickly locked onto Lauren, who was gathering energy missiles.

With just a glance, Lauren was terrified, and the energy missile that was about to be successfully assembled dissipated.

Lorne looked as if he had returned from hell.

His body was charred black, his face unrecognizable, and his scarlet eyes were filled with murderous intent.

He was breathing heavily, and his charred chest heaved violently, through which one could still faintly see the delicate white flesh.

Lauren had never seen anything like this before.

He had never seen a mortal who could withstand a fireball spell.

No matter the time, the power of magic is beyond the capacity of a mortal body to withstand.

At the level of wizard apprentices, all need to avoid, resist, or defend.

Unless one reaches the level of a formal wizard, follows the path of a bloodline wizard, and absorbs extraordinary blood to mutate their body.

In addition, there are some body-refining techniques and modifications.

Lorne, who wasn't even a wizard apprentice, was able to withstand a fireball spell.

"You're not human! You're not human!" Lauren was so frightened that she rolled on the ground.

"Calm down, Lauren." Rudolph drew his sword and charged at Lorne. "He's at his limit. Now, gather your magic."

Nina had already gripped the dagger, ready to strike.

"Thump—"

A muffled sound erupted from Lorne's body.

The three layers of internal organ energy rushed towards his right arm.

【Fist Bone II】- Bonus.

boom!

A sharp screech!

The air itself trembled!

The longsword in Rudolf's hand turned into fragments of silvery metal and fell to the ground.

The force of the punch, like a landslide and a tsunami, exploded in front of his face, as if a cannonball had burst out.

Lorne stopped using his strength, preventing Rudolf's head from being smashed along with him.

The air froze instantly.

Rudolf's expression also froze.

His mouth was slightly open, still in disbelief.

From the initial group working together to suppress Lorne, to his fierce counterattack, and then to him looking at them as if they were ants.

The change was too sudden.

"Luo... uh."

Rudolf had barely uttered a syllable when Lorne grabbed his throat and lifted him into the air.

"Uh...uh...uh..." He tried to struggle, but he had no strength to resist and could only kick his legs weakly.

"Thump—"

After snapping Rudolf's neck, he casually tossed him aside.

"Lor... Lorne, we're comrades!" Lauren fell to the ground in terror, fumbling backward.

companion?

"Hahaha." Lorne laughed maniacally, the charred skin at the corners of his mouth cracking slightly.

He once believed in the word "companion".

He even wanted to go to Sodrion to mediate the conflict, promising to compensate the group for their losses and persuading them to give up the Tears of the Elves.

Worried that the group might cause trouble, he specifically entrusted them to the village's chief guard.

Before long, and before he had walked more than a few miles, the tragedy occurred...

Lorne hadn't anticipated this; he had underestimated the greed of these men.

Ironically, Rudolf, a nobleman, slaughtered lives for nothing more than a few high-grade magic crystals.

Perhaps in his eyes, there is no difference between so-called elves and cats and dogs.

They are beings that can be crushed with a flick of the wrist.

Of course, in Lorne's eyes at this moment, Rudolf and his two companions were also beings that could be easily crushed.

A crisp "crack" sounded.

Lauren's body stopped moving.

While Lorne was focused on Lauren, Nina took off running.

Having witnessed Lorne kill Rudolph as easily as crushing an ant, who would be as foolish as Lauren and stay standing there?

Are we just waiting to die?

But she wasn't running very fast.

According to Lorne's research, movement speed depends not only on agility, but also on strength.

With the blessing of [Boiling Blood], his strength, constitution, and agility are all in the teens, making it easy for him to catch up with Nina.

They quickly captured Nina.

Nina quickly knelt down.

"Lorne, listen to me, this has nothing to do with me." Even someone as proud as her would beg for mercy in the face of death.

"It's Rudolph, yes! It's all Rudolph." Nina's lips trembled slightly.

"I was not involved in the process of obtaining the Tear of the Elf..."

Lorne suddenly felt it was pointless.

Lorne would admire Nina if she were to die a heroic death.

"Get lost," Lorne said calmly.

Nina felt as if she had been granted a pardon and turned to leave.

"boom!"

The headless corpse slid down helplessly, splattering blood all over Lorne's face.

He never showed mercy to his enemies.

They didn't think about showing any mercy when they were driving themselves to their deaths.

After eliminating the others one by one, Lorne walked heavily to Daisy's side.

It's all my fault... Lorne gently closed its eyes.

It was his own indecisiveness that led to the deaths of Leodan and Daisy, yet he still believed he had found the optimal solution that benefited all three parties.

The crimson on his skin faded, and Lorne collapsed helplessly in the setting sun.

The [Boiling Blood] state was not intentionally lifted by him, but rather due to insufficient fire element particles dissipating from the air.

No matter how much you breathe, it won't help.

The attribute panel returned to normal, but his physique was no longer as resilient, and blood gushed out from the wound on his chest.

The sword wound was severe; it pierced his lung, and Lorne could feel himself having increasing difficulty breathing.

If it weren't for his extraordinary physical condition, this wound would have been fatal.

There was a faint burning sensation in my lungs, but the skin all over my body was even more painful.

He took the hit of a fireball head-on, which resulted in severe burns.

My skin felt tight and burning, and even the simplest movements were accompanied by excruciating pain.

Sodrion, hurry up and get here...

Lorne sat on the ground with his knees together, watching the setting sun sink deeper into the earth.

His silhouette appeared somewhat lonely.

The light faded little by little, and the cold spread inch by inch. This setting sun was just like something dying in his heart.

As the last rays of sunlight were swallowed by the horizon, he recalled the time he sat on horseback, traveling with Rudolf and the others towards the resource zone.

The wind whistles in your ears, and horses gallop across the grassland.

That was one of the few moments of freedom I had since coming into this world...