Witchers are very effective against mages.
As a niche choice within the assassin branch, the Witcher primarily targets demons with high health and defense.
In order to deal with demons, this class's attacks will have additional armor-piercing properties.
In addition, the Witcher's combat against the Wizard itself has a bonus—an extra 10% increase in damage.
Therefore, for an ordinary mage, fighting a demon hunter is definitely not a wise thing to do.
but......
Several witchers gripped their silver blades tightly, took a light step, a gust of wind rose up, and their figures completely disappeared.
The red figures crouched on the surrounding stone walls, their eyes beneath masks fixed intently on Viktor.
The silver blade in his hand began to spin, completely slicing through the surrounding air, and cracks spread all over Victor's body.
It was like countless cages, without any restraint on his hands and feet, unfolding around him.
Two red cloaks blurred into afterimages, passing through the air chains and squeezing into the narrow space, crawling forward to attack Victor.
One of them swung his foot, aiming for Victor's ankle.
The other person, working in tandem, leaped high into the air and unleashed a sharp, gleaming blade towards Victor's head.
Viktor remained calm and composed. When the cold light was brought to him, he waved his left hand, and the wind blade on his forearm sliced the oncoming silver blade in two.
To Victor, the sweeping leg that came from below seemed incredibly slow.
His pupils contracted slightly; the legs were already directly beneath him.
Viktor quickly raised his leg and stomped down hard.
A hard sensation underfoot followed by a gentle thud and the sound of something shattering.
With a twist of his heel, Victor flipped the poor witcher's foot over.
"ah!"
A shrill, tragic roar instantly filled the cave, echoing endlessly.
Kefla's heart skipped a beat when she heard the scream.
A witcher, suspended in mid-air, watched as his silver blade was sliced in two, and his heart sank.
But when his gaze returned to the front, a blurry image struck his face.
Bang!
The powerful impact pierced through his twisted muscles, and he was completely slammed into the rock wall, his jaw losing all feeling and drooping down.
Of course, for demon hunters like them with their excellent recovery speed, these injuries are merely superficial.
It will recover soon.
However, the sudden fall of the two witchers made the other witchers leaning against the rock wall swallow hard.
The silver blade in his hand seemed to tremble, and his expression became extremely solemn.
Meanwhile, the air around them, which had been torn apart, gradually returned to calm.
“Victor Clavner, is he really a mage?”
"I have never seen such a difficult mage."
"Have you ever seen a mage fight in close combat?"
Viktor's gaze slowly fell upon them.
Above the heads of the witchers suspended on the rock walls, their respective ranks gradually appeared.
They were all level 30 or above.
Tier 3 Witcher.
Kefla really went to great lengths to find out if he was possessed by a demon.
Witchers are already few in number, and it's already difficult to find even a few Tier 3 Witchers within the capital city limits.
And now, in order to test herself, she has actually invited so many people.
Victor's gaze fell on the two witchers who were no longer able to fight.
What a pity.
Let's save some face.
The remaining witchers exchanged glances and swung several flail hammers from their waists.
The immense impact pierced through space, and even Victor sensed a hint of danger.
He turned and stepped onto the wraith who was screaming in pain on the ground, and retreated.
The high-speed meteor hammer slammed into the surroundings, kicking up a cloud of sand and gravel.
The demon hunter beneath his feet was also hooked up by his foot and quickly thrown into the distance.
"It's really in the way."
Viktor's eyes were fixed ahead, but his mind was perfectly clear.
The next second, those witchers might suddenly emerge from the sandstorm.
As if his idea had come true, several witchers swung their flails, leaned forward, and pierced through the sandstorm as they attacked Viktor.
Viktor smiled faintly as he looked at the demon hunters who resembled brutes.
The wind began to gently brush against his body, and the swirling sand and gravel slowly settled down, making everything around him seem to slow down.
Perhaps it's because Viktor's actions became too fast.
In the blink of an eye, the black trench coat had already swiftly passed through several demon hunters, and the wind blade in his hand slowly slashed past him.
call!
The wind whipped up at high speed, and sand and gravel continuously struck the rock face.
The witchers were taken aback.
Their target had vanished!?
"It's...it's behind!"
One of the witchers cried out in surprise, and as everyone turned around, they saw Victor standing right behind them.
The trench coats fluttered incessantly in front of them.
Viktor flicked his forearm, and countless gusts of wind burst forth in the blink of an eye.
Instantly, the marks that had been scratching their clothes seemed to activate.
The wind, carrying its marks, tore their cloaks to shreds.
Even the black chain armor beneath the cloak was completely severed.
Even so, they didn't have a single wound on their bodies.
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