Witcher's Atelier

Victor followed Foren's guide, passed through the underground passage behind the venue, and entered the "Fist of Fury". Even underground, he could hear the boiling and enthusiastic noise of the ground.

The boy looked calm, patted the guide on the shoulder, and pointed his finger upward, meaning "Has the battle begun?"

Foren understood and explained: "You are the final battle, and before you go on stage, there will be some fights between young people, mostly for the hearts of girls or disputes over the scope of fishing grounds between villages, and use this stage to make a conclusion."

"Will there not be a village that is particularly good at fighting? And then deliberately provoke the neighbors?"

"For those things without honor, the patriarch will teach them honor."

The underground corridor is reinforced with stones, and there are torches embedded in the wall every few meters, and there is no water on the ground.

"Your arena is very good, and the environment is well maintained?"

"That's thanks to Birna, who donated a lot of jewelry to sponsor the maintenance of the Fist of Wrath. She is a good queen, good in all aspects, but it's a pity that she is too nosy and too long-winded!"

"Too nosy? About what?"

Frenmossa's beard-covered chin, "Let's talk about this privately. Svanregi should have come to the Fist of Wrath to prove himself, but under Birna's interference, he didn't even pass the Warrior's Road!"

A gust of wind happened to blow, and the torches in the tunnel flickered.

"She said that the king's son should not risk his life and do dangerous things. God knows what she thinks. You know, even the king used to lead us to plunder Nilfgaard every year."

After listening to the complaints, the boy covered his yawn with his hand. He did not comment on the political operation mode of the archipelago, and he did not have many memories of his previous life.

I remember that when I played Geralt and came to Skellige, I went ashore to attend King Bran's funeral, and then the families of the archipelago put forward their own nephews to run for king.

The main plot is that the witcher helps the two siblings of the Quet family to make achievements, gain reputation, and send one of them to the throne.

I can hardly remember other details, just like the armor master Yuna or the dumpling master Hatori, I only remember them when I meet them.

After turning a few corners while chatting, Victor followed Foren into the preparation room. It was obvious that this was the space prepared for his finale. There were ten inspectors in the spacious room.

They had to make sure that the boy did not carry any sharp weapons or magic items. The latter were mostly useless. The entire arena was built on the anti-magic metal vein, which had a very significant effect on interfering with spellcasting, so they mainly checked the former.

The strange thing was that there was another unexpected person in the room, Princess Swani of the Sinda family.

Seeing Victor's doubts, she smiled and explained: "I am the shield-bearing girl, qualified to come in and participate in the inspection."

Her smile was gentle and calm, her muscles were intertwined, and the King Kong Barbie was really scary.

Nodding, Victor opened his hands and let the shield maiden who was responsible for the body search conduct the security check. The first lady approached with a bright smile. The familiar obscenity suddenly reminded him of Weiss, the woman with an unbuttoned shirt in Vizima.

As expected, this elder sister came up and "caught the turtle in the jar" with a divine move.

…

In the arena, in the side room of the VIP seats, Swani was not there, and now there were only the Quet brothers and sisters and Svanregi.

Shaking his head, dissatisfied with the fighting level in front of him, Halma turned his head and asked: "Svan, how is it? When can I see you on the field? Does your mother still not allow you to participate?"

"My mother thinks I shouldn't take these risks." The king's son answered calmly.

"Freya bless you! This is not dangerous at all. We didn't use weapons. It was just an ordinary fight. I didn't ask you to challenge the champion of the Fist of Wrath..."

"The queen thinks this is not in line with my status."

"You have no status at all. God knows what Birna is thinking. You are a Skellige. We are born fighters. If you don't challenge the Warrior's Path and don't participate in the Fist of Wrath, it will only harm your reputation."

"She is my mother." Svanrige's expression was flat.

Halma shook his head and turned to his sister on the other side and said, "In my opinion, the king has taken us out to attack Nilfgaard every year in the past few years. Most of them don't want to stay here and listen to Birna's nagging."

He spoke loudly, and he was also speaking to the king's son.

Caris blinked and ignored her brother.

Svanrige's face was as gloomy as water, as if he didn't hear anything. No one noticed that he clenched his fists on his knees.

...

The completely isolated final preparation room, Duwakin. Victor, now sitting alone on a stone bench at the end of the corridor, extends forward about 150 feet, and the arena is across the iron fence.

The boy wore tight breeches, sturdy boots, and a thin cloth on his upper body. There were two rolls of cloth next to him, which would be used to bandage his fists later.

These were all the items left after he passed the inspection, and he would only have these on him when he went out to fight.

Thinking of the inspection just now, Victor's mouth curled up. Compared with Weiss's lawless teasing, the shield girl was reserved and gentle. The reason was easy to understand. It was just a "playing walnut" at the beginning, but now it is a "Dragonborn Orb".

And according to the fragmentary information Victor heard, it was obvious that who could come up with such a hand had been guessed beforehand.

"Come!"

"Bag!"

Following the call, the void ripples broke, and the herbal bag emerged.

He directly took out the three-piece set of Thunder, Blizzard, and Tawny Owl, opened the bottle cap and drank it; then he took out Dragon Roar Potion and toasted.

Although the power of the dragon's roar will decrease vertically due to the lack of echoes in the field, a roar from close range will definitely be enough to make Olaf feel better.

Besides, Dragonborn, wouldn’t it be worthy of the audience if he didn’t roar like a dragon? It's much easier to sell your personality than your talent. If you yell, it looks real, and they will get excited about it.

Although not as exaggerated as in the "Gladiator" movie, if you win the audience, you win honor, and if you win honor, you win Skellige.

There were two knocks on the iron door behind him, which was the signal to get ready. He threw the herbal bag into the drainage channel, picked up the two rolls of cloth on the bench, and began to wrap his fists.

…

When they heard the sound of footsteps and saw the lady walking into the wing, Svenridge and Caris stood up to greet her. Even the somewhat arrogant Halma stood up.

There is no way. Although he is one of the few heroes in the second generation, Swaani is truly recognized as the first god of war in the second generation. Although she has chosen to serve Freya and withdraw from the competition, everyone needs to respect her. identity, and the flail in her hand.

Caris was the first to speak, "How is it? How do you feel about going to the basement? What is his real expression? After seeing Olaf, he is probably trembling down there, right?"

"Didn't you come several days earlier and have no contact with him?" Halma asked.

"I haven't had a chance to drink and chat yet. Caris and I went out to play the day before yesterday. Yesterday he was locked in the room and wouldn't come out."

Nodding in return and waving her hand for her three peers to sit down, the quiet girl walked to the railing and watched the final battle in the center of the arena.

"He gave me a wonderful feeling. His attitude was very calm and calm, as if he had convinced Olaf.

I'm looking forward to his fight now. That's a sharp-clawed brown bear in its prime. I can't do anything without weapons. I really want to know what he's going to win with? "

At this moment, the arena host’s voice sounded:

"Ladies and gentlemen!

Fighting is our sacred tradition! The blood shed in this arena is a testimony to the strength of the family!

The one who wins will be the champion, but I must say, the one who has the courage to participate is already a hero!

Now let us welcome today's hero, the Dragonborn from the East. Duwakein. Victor. Corleone! "

The prelude of shouting and cheering sounded again, and the choir of hundreds of brothers came on stage to perform "The Return of the Dragonborn" for the crowd. As they sang, the young man, wearing thin clothes, stepped into the amphitheater.

He noticed that there were many natural stone pillars around him, and he might be able to use them later.

When the song slowly entered the chorus, many spectators also sang together. The center of the square seemed to be in the center of the world, and the cheers washed over it like a tidal wave.

Bathed in the singing, enjoying the cheers of the crowd, the young man raised his hands high.

"Hahaha, look at him like this. People who don't know would think he has defeated Olaf!" The person who spoke was Halma.

The other two were silent, but Caris retorted, "Are you jealous that he is so popular? If you have enough heroic deeds, you will also get warm cheers!"

"Oh, my dear little sparrowhawk, don't irritate me. I just haven't had a chance now. Sooner or later, I will prove that I am worthy of the honor of the Quit family."

…

Finally, when the singing of "Return of the Dragonborn" gradually died down...

Victor grabbed the left shoulder of the thin cloth with his right hand and pulled hard, "Tear--"

The audience, which had gradually become quiet, became commotion again. It turned out that the shirtless boy had tattoos all over his back.

It was a kind of mythical creature that was hard to describe, that people had never seen before, and had the characteristics of snakes and lizards.

"What kind of creature is that?"

"have no idea……"

"Is it a monster from the east?"

The whole audience was whispering, but Angouleme was the only one who knew that it was the auspicious beast of Bell Town, the "dragon".

When the group leader got sick, he emphasized more than once that one day he would get a tattoo on his back for everyone to see.

The girl immediately felt at ease. Even such meaningless display props were fully equipped. The boy must have a way to deal with the giant beast.

The commotion in the auditorium gradually fell silent, because the hardwood door was slowly opening, and then the arena host shouted loudly:

"Now! Olaf, the champion of the Fist of Wrath, fights against Victor, the dragon of Belltown!"

"Bang!" The door was knocked open, and champion Olaf rushed out.

"Hoo! Hoo! Hoo!" It roared low and angry.

In order to boost its fighting spirit, its food has been reduced by two-thirds in the past two days, and the effect is very significant.

It was drooling and staring at the boy as if it wanted to eat him.

Hmm... "as if" can be deleted, just eat it.

Raising his fists covered with strips of cloth, Victor took a stance.

…

"Remember! Don't fight a bear! 》

Bears are larger than tigers and have strong muscles throughout their bodies. Even the critical "back neck" and "back" of ordinary beasts are surrounded by rich fat.

If you have to duel with a bear, be sure to learn "East Dou Shen Fist" in advance, an ancient oriental mysterious assassination boxing method with a history of 1,800 years.

Its essence is to attack the opponent's meridians and secret holes, destroying the opponent's body from the inside. The most famous user of Toto Shenquan in history is the person we all know - the Fire Sage.

Excerpted from "Hand-to-Hand Combat!" published by Minming Bookstore. A man's favorite! 》

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Although Olaf the bear is tall and big, you may think that he moves slowly. In fact, their group can reach speeds of up to 50 kilometers per hour, which is faster than the world record holder.

The response at close range was even different. Fortunately, Victor, who knew himself and his enemy, would not make the mistake of underestimating the enemy.

Facing the charging beast.

Under the intense attention of the entire audience──

He took a deep breath.

"Vos──Lo─Da!!!"

Thunder exploded out of thin air!

Extremely loud!

That is not a sound that humans can make at all!

The entire audience was shocked by the sudden dragon roar! Many people were so frightened that they fell down, some even peed, and there was chaos and curses in the stands, but fortunately, they were just panic-stricken and no specific injuries were caused.

At the VIP table, Ermia, who was observant, knew that it was probably harmless, but when the boy inhaled, he opened the magic barrier one step ahead to block out most of the sound.

But even so, it shocked Queen Bilna to pale, and King Bran and Cratchit stood up at the same time.

As for the second generation sitting in the side room, they received Angouleme's warning in advance. Keris and Swaney covered their ears in time. Although they were shocked, they were not shocked by the sudden loud noise like Halma. It was a bit awkward to climb up the chair.

In the end, Svenridge definitely didn't get the hint from the girl, but he also covered his ears in time, sat firmly on the chair, and observed the field with deep eyes.

The audience at such a distance had such a big reaction, and it was natural that Olaf would not be fine if he endured the dragon's roar at such a close distance.

The sound wave stimulation vibrates the tympanic membrane and is transmitted to the inner ear via the ossicular chain, vibrating the cochlea, causing damage to the spiral organ of the inner ear, affecting the vestibular part, causing dizziness and nystagmus - the scientific name is "labyrinthine shock".

Being dizzy does not mean that he cannot move, but he will be quite sluggish. Seizing the opportunity, Victor did not hesitate to move to the side, where the bear's claws could not attack directly.

Aiming at the side, the fist wrapped with cloth struck like rain.

Rubbing her ears, which were still buzzing a little, Swani looked at Victor's movements and found it difficult to understand.

Although the fist is indeed fast and heavy, such a blow really means little to Olaf, especially if it hits the fattest abdomen, it can be said to be a useless effort.

Ten seconds passed in a blink of an eye, and the chaotic audience gradually recovered, as did Olaf.

The bear's body suddenly spun and swung its claws, and another exclamation erupted from the stands. This time it was dangerous, leaving three deep claw marks on Victor's chest. If he had been slower to hide, he would have died on the spot.

Olaf raised his upper body and stood upright, roaring wildly. Although he had just been frightened by the weak food, his attack was meaningless.

In the next few minutes, Victor relied on the natural stone pillars on the field, and King Qin circled the pillars, engaging in guerrilla warfare with Olaf, and punching hard from time to time. Although the offensive seemed fierce, this was not a boxing match, and RBIs were not counted. There is no time limit.

"The Dragonborn didn't roar again. Maybe there was a limit to the number of times or other restrictions?" Swaney said. "He may have had a chance to win, but he didn't seize the opportunity just now. There is no point in delaying it. Death is inevitable."

Also in the arena, the volume of cheers for "Duvacin" gradually decreased, and everyone could see Victor's decline and Olaf's majesty.

Krachi glanced at Ermia, shook his head, and walked to King Bran, ready to ask for favors and announce the termination of the game.

However, at this moment, the violent Olaf suddenly shook and let out a painful cry. There were few people in Skellige who had not hunted bears before, so everyone realized in an instant that something was wrong with the champion.

The saliva flowing out of the corner of its mouth, after shaking a few times, actually spit out blood, and the condition deteriorated very quickly. The originally ferocious and fast speed was reduced to a dying limp.

The pupils of countless knowledgeable people are dilated. They can already see the final outcome - the championship changes hands.

Approaching cautiously, the boy hit the belly several times from the side. After confirming that the champion had no power to fight back, he turned over and mounted on the back of the bear, and struck the bear's head mercilessly with his iron fist wrapped in cloth.

After a few punches, he could no longer hold himself up. Olaf fell to the ground, blood pouring out from his eyes, ears, mouth and nose. There was a trace of doubt in his gray-black eyes, and he didn't understand how he suddenly ended up in this situation.

And that trace of doubt was finally dimmed under Victor's continuous heavy blows.

…

Winner, stand, loser, lie down.

Look at the last person standing in the field.

There was silence.

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