Witch Training Manual: My Water Magic Is Wrong

Wayne looked down at his hands.

"...A fifth-tier knight is indeed different."

Lu Sen stood still and slowly withdrew his right fist.

"You're not bad either. You were able to withstand my full-force punch, which was infused with battle qi, with your fourth-tier physique, and only injured your tiger's mouth. Your physique is much stronger than your apparent tier."

"but!"

He then changed the subject.

"If this is all you're capable of, you probably won't make it out of this forest tonight."

Wayne placed the cross on the ground, took a deep breath, and regulated his breathing.

He definitely still has some cards up his sleeve.

The water magic repair methods, the temporary amplification from potions, and even those few bottles of extremely potent forbidden potions were still lying in his storage bag. He didn't use them immediately.

He wanted to test where his limits were.

Wayne glanced at Lucien.

"You're quite confident."

The two collided again.

Lusen's offensive gave him no chance to breathe, punch after punch, like an unstoppable wave.

Wayne was forced to retreat in defeat.

Wayne could only heal himself with water magic while fighting Lucian hand-to-hand. He had considered using anesthetics against Lucian, but anesthetics were basically useless against a fifth-tier warrior like him. As for water magic, it was even less effective; water magic has no side effects on men.

Soon, it seemed that Luxembourg was no longer willing to drag things out.

He took a deep breath and threw a powerful punch forward, uttering the two-word name of his combat technique: "Battle Dragon Blood!"

A piercing sound erupted, and crimson battle aura transformed into a dragon-like shockwave that slammed head-on into Wayne.

Wayne held the cross in front of him, attempting to block the attack.

The moment the shockwave struck the cross, he felt as if he had been hit head-on by ten charging rhinos. The cross slipped from his grasp, spinning into the night sky, while he was propelled backward by that irresistible force.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

His back slammed into three trees, each as thick as a bowl, snapping them in two before finally coming to a stop at the base of the fourth. Dust billowed, and leaves flew everywhere.

Wayne slid off the tree trunk, kneeling on one knee, his left hand supporting him on the ground, his right hand hanging at his side, swaying unnaturally.

broken.

He could clearly feel that the bone in his upper arm was broken in two, and with each heartbeat, excruciating pain was pumped to the fracture site.

"cough……"

Then he braced himself on his knees, swaying slightly.

Lucian gave him no chance to catch his breath. Before the dust had even settled, he was already in front of Wayne, moving with a speed that seemed completely unaffected by the impact of the punch he had just delivered.

He stretched out his right hand, fingers spread, and grabbed Wayne's entire face. His thumb pressed against his left cheekbone, his middle finger against his brow, and his hand gripped Wayne's head like an iron clamp.

Luxen's voice was cold.

"It's over. You are indeed a rare talent, but you chose the wrong side."

His five fingers suddenly tightened.

Click.

A crisp sound.

No blood, no brain matter.

Luxen's pupils suddenly contracted.

The next instant, the "head" in his hand collapsed completely, like a punctured bubble, turning into a puddle of clear water that spilled onto the ground.

Water elemental body.

Luxen turned his head abruptly.

Wayne stood about thirty paces in front of him, soaking wet, with water still dripping from his hair.

He held an empty potion bottle in his right hand, casually tossing it aside. The glass bottle rolled twice on the gravel, making a crisp clinking sound.

"It seems that if I don't take it seriously, it's really hard to fool them."

Wayne's aura was rising at an incredible speed, from late-stage fourth rank to peak fourth rank to early-stage fifth rank.

The sudden burst of battle aura spread outwards like a tangible wave, causing the pebbles on the ground to tremble slightly and the branches and leaves of the surrounding trees to rustle.

Lucien's pupils contracted sharply.

His gaze fell on the empty potion bottle in Wayne's hand, and his expression finally changed.

As the vice-commander of the Dragonblood Knights, he certainly recognized that kind of thing—a forbidden potion that could forcibly boost a user's combat power by a major rank in a short period of time. He knew its value better than anyone else.

"...You actually have a potion of this caliber."

Wayne didn't answer. He looked down at his right arm, which had regained feeling, and moved his fingers, the knuckles making a slight clicking sound.

"Now, we can start again."

Wayne's figure disappeared from the spot.

Lu Sen's pupils contracted sharply. His fighting instincts made him subconsciously adopt a defensive stance, crossing his arms in front of his chest, and his battle aura condensed into a crimson barrier in front of him.

Then Wayne's fist arrived.

He slammed his fist into the crimson barrier. The barrier shattered, and Lucien's body slid backward several meters, his feet carving two deep furrows in the ground.

Wayne gave him no chance to catch his breath.

His figure vanished from the spot once more, only to reappear before Lucian in the next instant. The cross, imbued with a golden-white light interwoven with holy light and battle aura, crashed down upon him.

Lucien dodged to the side, creating a crater several meters in diameter in the ground, sending debris flying. He didn't retreat, but instead threw a backhand punch at Wayne's side, his fist wreathed in crimson battle aura. Wayne didn't dodge; he raised his left hand and caught the punch head-on.

Then, Wayne twisted his arm and flung Lucien away. Lucien's body tumbled twice in the air before crashing heavily into a large tree, snapping it in half.

Wayne didn't give him a chance to speak, and continued to strike.

Luxembourg was constantly forced to retreat.

His arms began to tremble.

Luxem cursed inwardly.

"Damn it, this kid is too weird. We need to find a chance to get out of here, or we're really going to be done for today."

He made up his mind, feinted a punch, and then turned and ran.

However, it was already too late.

His feet had barely left the ground, and before he could even accelerate, a sudden, overwhelming force pressed down on his entire body. His movements froze for a moment in mid-air, as if an invisible hand had slammed him back to the ground.

Salia knelt on one knee, her hands pressed to the ground, veins bulging on her forehead: "One hundred times gravity, hold him down!"

At the same time, Hilda's figure swept past the edge of his vision. She pushed her hands forward simultaneously, and two streams of black slime shot out from her palms, weaving in mid-air to form a huge shadow cage that covered him.

Lucien raised his right arm to try to block, but the slime, upon touching his skin, seemed to come alive and spread rapidly, climbing up his arm and his entire body. In the blink of an eye, he was completely wrapped in a black cocoon, with only his head showing.

Hilda said, "Trying to leave? It's too late!"