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

"Theodore!" Lorne reacted first and yanked Theodore to a stop.

The arcane missile narrowly missed Theodore's face, flying past him at high speed.

"Bang!"

The missile struck the protective perimeter of the training ground, kicking up a pile of rubble.

"Lord Theodore!" Lily and the boy in plain clothes exclaimed in unison, their voices filled with concern.

Theodore was still somewhat shaken, cold sweat beading on his forehead, and he looked angrily in the direction from which the arcane missile had come.

He was a long-haired man with a gentle smile.

"Oh, it's Theodore. I'm sorry, as you know, I've always lacked some skill in controlling spells."

"Lord Lenorford." Lily and the boy in plain clothes greeted the long-haired man, then ran to Theodore's side with concern.

Both of them were mortals who had not yet opened their spiritual seas, and they should show basic respect to any wizard apprentices they knew.

"Lord Theodore, are you alright?" Lily asked, her brows furrowed.

"It's nothing." Theodore waved his hand, then coldly questioned Leonard, "Was it an accident, or intentional?"

Lenorford laughed and said, "Unlike you, I don't have exceptional talent and a high level of mastery of magic, which made me stand out to important figures early on."

His words were loaded with meaning; beneath his gentle exterior lay a sharp edge.

His attendant lowered his head and chuckled softly, clearly showing his disdain for Theodore.

Anger surged within him, and Theodore's voice involuntarily rose: "How many times has this happened already? Were all the previous ones accidents?"

Lorne understood what had happened, but he didn't interfere. Theodore was already a wizard apprentice and would make his own decision.

"Lord Theodore, calm down," the boy in plain clothes advised from the side.

The Black Tower forbids apprentices from intentionally harming others, initiating battles without authorization, or using lethal spells without cause.

The only place to practice spells is the training ground, and similarly, there are designated places for apprentices to fight each other: the dueling arena.

"If our Lord Theodore harbors resentment, why don't we settle it on the dueling ring?" Leonard's laughter was quite cheerful.

Clearly, the other party was deliberately trying to cause trouble, taking advantage of Theodore's inferior strength and his tendency to teeter on the edge of the rules.

I just came here to practice my spells, but my control is poor. Can you blame me if I miss a spell?

You choose to step onto the training field, but you don't pay attention to what's happening on the field. Who's to blame?

Faced with this humiliation, Lorne thought that Theodore, backed by Katarina, would retaliate in the same way.

To his utter surprise, Theodore loosened his clenched fist, let out a long sigh, and chose to swallow his grievances.

"Lorne, let's go." Theodore took Lorne's hand.

Not a buddy? Three question marks popped into Lorne's head.

A moment of patience brings peace, but taking a step back only makes you angrier, and in the end, it all turns into sullen resentment.

Lorne was speechless. This was still the Theodore he remembered.

They are timid and afraid of trouble, and dare not utter a sound even when wronged, swallowing their anger and suffering in silence.

Lorne slapped his thigh and stood up. Theodore was willing to give in, but he wouldn't just stand by and watch.

The purpose of pursuing strength is, on the one hand, to survive in this world, and on the other hand, to do whatever one wants.

Seeing that Lorne looked like he was going to stand up for him, Theodore quickly grabbed his arm.

"Lorne, Lenorford is a third-level wizard apprentice," Theodore whispered, giving him a look that suggested the other was not someone to be trifled with.

Level 3?

How does it compare to Lauren?

【Fist Bone II】- Bonus.

"Who are you?" The servant beside Leonard looked at Lorne with a somewhat unfamiliar expression.

Muscles trembled as a fist, imbued with immense power, slammed out.

"Bang!"

The fierce wind from the punch whistled past Lennarford and his servant, grazing their faces and sweeping between them.

Leonard's long hair flew up, and the powerful force of his punch snapped off a few strands, which floated in mid-air.

Before a single hair could touch the ground, Lorne's apology arrived first:

"Sorry, I didn't notice there were two people standing here. I thought they were livestock..."

After saying that, he helplessly shrugged.

Two grown men talking, who would believe his explanation? It's so obvious he's doing it on purpose.

But Lenore still managed a forced smile: "I understand, I understand...it was my servant who was reckless."

"Slap!" After giving the servant a hard slap, he looked at Lorne with respect: "May I ask who you are, sir?"

It must be said that, in many cases, wearing a gorgeous and precious outfit is still necessary.

Combined with a casual punch that carries considerable power, it can even intimidate a level three wizard apprentice.

"Get out." Lorne's attitude was firm, showing no mercy to the two of them.

It was precisely his tough attitude that made Leonard unsure of his identity. After apologizing, he slunk away from the training ground.

After walking a short distance, Leonard's face immediately fell.

The change was as rapid as a sunny day turning into a drizzly day in the next second.

"Go investigate that guy's identity," Leonard ordered his attendant, glancing back menacingly at the tall, imposing figure...

After casually dismissing Leonard, Lorne looked at the disappointing Theodore: "Be a little tougher. He's a wizard apprentice, after all."

Theodore blushed and lowered his head.

"Lynarfort won't let this go. He has an older brother who is a formal wizard in the Black Tower, but his status is very low."

"I think the news that I was chosen by Lady Katarina was probably told to him by her brother."

"He had been stuck at level three for many years. He was jealous when he saw me make rapid progress and be noticed by a big shot, so he always caused me trouble."

Theodore explained his connection with Leonard and expressed his gratitude for Lorne's actions: "Anyway, thank you, Lorne."

"It's nothing," Lorne said, not taking it seriously.

Since he didn't live in this residential area and not many people knew him, it was questionable whether Leonard could even find him.

"Greetings, sir."

"Lord Lorne."

Lily and the boy in casual clothes came over and greeted him politely, both of them shocked by Lorne's actions just now.

One can't help but wonder where he came from, some big shot from the Black Tower? Or does he have some kind of background?

At the very least, he's a level three wizard apprentice...

"Lorne, this is Lily, and this is Dante."

Theodore pointed to the girl with the single ponytail and the boy in casual clothes and introduced them enthusiastically: "They are my new friends."

"Hello," Lorne greeted briefly, then corrected, "Don't call me 'sir'."

Theodore smiled and turned to Lily and Dante, "This is my good brother Lorne."

Lily and Dante were somewhat hesitant and timid.

They weren't familiar with Lorne. Although Lily had chatted with Lorne for a while on the way here, she still felt a bit awkward around him after witnessing what had just happened.

There wasn't much to talk about.

Lorne also found them somewhat difficult to get along with, especially since Lily and Dante kept calling him "Master, Master."

He didn't intend to become close to Theodore's friends either. After remembering the two men, he bid farewell to Theodore:

"They're gone..."