The Witcher: The Journey to Transcendence from Marvel...

Chapter 192 Good Neck

The vampire elder turned into a blur and attacked Wes with lightning speed.

Its speed was so fast that it was almost impossible to catch a glimpse of it; one could only feel a sudden gust of wind, and the air was instantly filled with a tense and dangerous atmosphere.

The elder's figure moved so fast it was dazzling, like a black lightning bolt slicing through the void.

His movements were swift and sharp, each one brimming with power and speed.

His target was clear: Wes. His intense killing intent surged towards Wes like a tidal wave.

At this critical moment, Wes's wand instantly transformed into a greatsword.

"Clang!"

A crisp clang rang out as the greatsword steadily blocked the vampire elder's claws.

Those claws were incredibly sharp, gleaming with a cold light, as if they could easily tear anything apart.

But blocked by the greatsword, it could not advance an inch.

Wes twisted his wrist forcefully, and the sharp blade swept across like a whirlwind.

In that instant, the blade flashed and the vampire elder's five fingers were sliced ​​off by the blade.

Blood gushed from the severed finger, but the elder showed no sign of pain, simply retreating a few steps quickly.

In the span of a single breath, the vampire elder's five fingers grew back.

His self-healing ability is amazing.

"Your abilities are commendable; you are qualified to know my name."

The vampire elder's voice was deep and magnetic, carrying an air of arrogant confidence.

Just as he was about to introduce himself, Wes's greatsword struck his head again.

"As expected of a wild wizard, he doesn't even know the most basic manners."

The vampire elder's tone was filled with anger and contempt.

A cold glint flashed in his eyes; he was enraged by Wes's actions.

He produced a slender rapier from somewhere, the rapier gleaming with an eerie light; it was also a weapon imbued with magic.

"Let me teach you a lesson in your lousy swordsmanship."

The vampire elder's voice was cold and resolute.

His speed increased several times in an instant, so fast that no one could see his movements. The rapier in his hand shimmered like countless stars in the sky.

Each beam of light represents an attack.

Wes struggled to hold on.

His level-two physical skills seemed somewhat ineffective against the vampire elder's attacks.

Although he was agile, he could only barely defend himself against the elder's storm-like attacks, and had no chance to fight back.

As expected, relying solely on physical skills is too much of a stretch against an opponent of this caliber. We need to weaken his speed first.

Wes thought to himself.

His eyes instantly became focused and sharp, his brain racing as he considered how to respond.

He knew perfectly well that relying solely on physical skills was far from enough to defeat the vampire elders; he had to change his tactics.

Weiss quickly focused his attention.

The power of the gravity spell erupted instantly, slowing the vampire elder down in an instant.

His once lightning-fast figure now seemed to be stuck in a quagmire.

Before the vampire elder could adjust to the change in gravity, Wes's longsword swept across with a whistling sound.

The blade sliced ​​through the air with a sharp sound.

The vampire elder hurriedly raised his slender rapier to defend himself, but this time, his rapier failed to stop Wes's attack.

The rapier was knocked away by the powerful impact and landed far on the ground.

Immediately afterwards, dozens of fireballs flew toward the vampire elder like meteors.

These fireballs emitted intense heat.

The vampire instantly transformed into a small bat, dodging the fireball attack.

His movements were swift and agile, moving freely among the fireballs.

The fireballs struck the pillars behind, and the hard pillars melted instantly under the high temperature of the fireballs.

Such power was beyond the vampire elder's expectations; he hadn't anticipated that Wes's magic would be so powerful.

Is this guy really a wild wizard?

The vampire elder was filled with doubt and shock.

"Chains of Frost." Wes unleashed another powerful spell.

Countless icy chains surged forth from all directions, densely filling the entire space.

These chains emanated a chilling cold.

The vampire elder had no room to maneuver and was instantly frozen inside.

Not a single mistake, not a single poem, not a single post, not a single piece of content, not a single look!

His body, which had turned into a small bat, was frozen solid.

Suddenly, crimson flames erupted from the bat's body, spreading rapidly like a surging tide.

The scorching heat intertwined with the eerie crimson hue.

The solid ice gradually began to melt under the scorching heat of the crimson flames.

The ice cubes made a "sizzling" sound, as if they were groaning in pain, and drops of water slid off their surface.

The vampire elder broke free from the gradually melting ice.

However, before he could catch his breath, an iron cage suddenly appeared above his head, attempting to envelop him once again.

At this critical moment, the vampire elder, with his astonishing reflexes, rolled out at the last second.

His movements were swift and decisive, narrowly avoiding the iron cage.

After escaping, the vampire elder exhaled a breath of cold air, which instantly condensed into frost in the air.

A magic circle quietly appeared beneath his feet.

Immediately afterwards, a pillar of fire rose up without warning.

The pillar of fire was incredibly hot, as if it could burn everything in the world to ashes.

A powerful heatwave swept over them, making the vampire elder feel an unprecedented sense of crisis.

"what!"

The vampire elder let out a painful howl; the power of the pillar of fire was simply too great, instantly engulfing him.

The vampire elder, relying on his powerful life force, managed to withstand the attack.

Although his body was burned by the flames, he still stood stubbornly.

The charred skin is repairing itself little by little at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The skin, which had been burned black and torn apart by the flames, began to regenerate and recombine its cells frantically.

The damaged tissues gradually healed, the black scorch marks slowly faded, and in their place came pale but smooth skin.

However, clothing doesn't regenerate like skin, so the vampire elder was half-naked at this moment.

His once magnificent formal attire had been burned to tatters in the previous battle, and the few scraps of cloth barely clinging to his body only highlighted his current disheveled state.

Upon seeing this, Wes immediately added two spells, Sharpness and Cutting, to his longsword.

Wes gripped the sword hilt tightly with both hands and slashed at the vampire elder's neck.

The sword drew a graceful arc in the air, carrying immense power and speed, as swift as lightning.

"Clang!" A crisp sound of impact rang out, and sparks flew everywhere.

The vampire elder's neck actually withstood the sword strike; its toughness exceeded Wes's expectations.

(End of this chapter)