At that moment, they were stunned and stood there.

What speed was that just now...?

Could it be magic?

In the blink of an eye, the wind blades on Viktor's forearm transformed into streaks of colorless wind and gradually dissipated.

He slowly turned his head, his gaze falling on the demon hunters whose clothes were torn and tattered, and his voice rang out calmly:

"Haven't you realized the gap between us yet?"

He certainly didn't use magic; everything he just did was merely a passive buff from the Calamity of Wind.

Just like Gulerton's damage buff and Drugar's stamina and recovery boost.

Calamity of the Wind – Corresponding to extreme speed.

This speed increase might not be significant for a mage, but for any melee unit...

Speed ​​is the only way to win.

Victor wanted to experience the new power the storm had given him, which is why he agreed to play this little trial with Kefla.

Seeing Victor's calm and composed demeanor, he seemed to handle even dozens of witchers with ease.

They couldn't help but take a few steps back.

With his protective gear destroyed, the tower of confidence in his heart naturally crumbled as well.

After all, the man in front of her was clearly a mage.

He easily overwhelmed them with just close combat and speed that made them completely unable to see.

and……

They really can't tell whether Victor is a demon or not!

Witchers and demons are irreconcilable enemies; when facing demons, instinct makes it difficult for them to remain rational.

Therefore, Witchers may inadvertently go berserk when fighting demons.

Therefore, for a demon hunter, it is very simple to determine whether someone is possessed by a demon.

The power of demons cannot be hidden; as long as a battle takes place, the demon hunter will inevitably detect it.

However, they did not feel that way when fighting Victor.

In conclusion, even if one wanted to fight...

They couldn't muster any enthusiasm either.

Because witchers will not attack anyone other than demons.

So... they simply gave up.

"I'm not fighting anymore, I'm not fighting anymore."

"If you're going to fight, then fight. Why tear someone's clothes?"

"Lady Kefla, tell the truth, he's not a demon at all, is he...?"

Kefla stood to the side, her hands gripping two silver daggers tightly.

She didn't go forward just now because she wanted to observe Viktor's fight in advance.

Kevlar knew Victor would win, but she didn't expect him to win so easily.

He should be a monk.

Kefla shook her head, deciding not to think about it anymore.

She raised an arm, the dagger pointed directly at Victor.

"Well then, it's my turn next."

As soon as she finished speaking, Kefla's hind foot touched the ground.

Almost in the blink of an eye, his legs moved like a cheetah, suddenly exerting force.

The taut muscles released all their power in an instant.

Like an arrow released from a bow, it rushed towards Viktor at an astonishing speed.

In the blink of an eye, a silvery glint had already streaked across the air.

However, in Victor's eyes, Kevlar's movements seemed to be only slightly faster.

He slightly turned to the side, and two cold glints swept past him without even touching his cheek.

Kefla stopped abruptly, immediately changed direction, and once again aimed a cold glint at Viktor's waist.

Victor stood with his hands in his pockets, his movements as swift as the wind, a cloud-white light shimmering on his trench coat.

An invisible force seemed to be controlling Victor, enabling him to move swiftly and evade Kefla's attacks. His speed was astonishing, like a stunning storm.

The witchers, whose armor was already completely destroyed, stood frozen in place, staring in astonishment at Kefla's fierce attack, repeatedly expressing their admiration:

"As expected of Lady Kefla!"

"Such speed! Is this what a fourth-tier demon hunter is like?"

"They were able to fight that monster for so long!?"

Although, in their eyes, Victor was still more terrifying.

Kefla moved with lightning speed, leaping lightly into the air, her two daggers flying towards Victor like lightning.

Viktor dodged the attack with a sidestep.

Surprisingly, the two silver blades suddenly turned back in mid-air.

Kefla seized the opportunity, a gust of wind rose beneath her feet, and she charged towards Victor like a streak of light.

But Victor simply leaned back, dodging the spinning dagger once again, and quickly straightened up, grabbing Kefla's wrist as she appeared in front of him.

Kevlar was slightly taken aback, but also pleasantly surprised.

Great opportunity!

What she wanted most was to touch Viktor's body, and now, he was offering himself up.

With his other free hand, he grabbed the dagger that was flying at high speed and swiftly stabbed it towards Victor's chest.

But at that moment, Victor's other hand grabbed her other wrist again.

Kefla stood frozen in place, this position rendering both her and Victor helpless in their attempts to attack.

Moreover, if this continues, she'll soon be falling into Viktor's arms.

But soon, Victor showed her what wrestling was all about.

He grabbed Kevlar's wrist, turned around, and carried her directly behind his back.

Then, lean forward and exert force with your arms.

BOOM—!!