Exploring Technology in a Wizard World

The black giant scythe in the hands of the Witch Demon Elder swiftly descended, ready to end Cheka's life.

In the next moment, the scythe blade passed through a mass of black gas, deeply cleaving into the ground, penetrating almost half a meter deep.

Cheka, as if teleporting, moved five or six meters away, standing on an open space, panting slightly, watching the Witch Demon Elder with some vigilance.

Upon noticing this, the Witch Demon Elder was first surprised, glanced at the black giant scythe deeply embedded in the soil, then looked at Cheka who had inexplicably evaded the attack, and then showed a hint of disdain, sneering, "So, it was 'Soul Wander', huh. Too bad you're not very skilled at it. Let me teach you how to really cast this spell."

Hearing the Witch Demon Elder's words, Cheka's eyes narrowed, instinctively ready to retreat.

But the Witch Demon Elder moved faster, abandoning the black giant scythe, took a step forward, and disappeared into thin air. By the time his foot hit the ground, he had already crossed all the distance between him and Cheka, appearing right in front of Cheka.

"Si Ya!"

The Witch Demon Elder uttered an obscure syllable, his entire body was enveloped in a beam of black light, and his fists, carrying terrifying power, struck heavily towards Cheka.

Chekov looked extremely serious, causing both hands to emit a dazzling golden light, transforming into luminescent fists to meet the Witch Demon Elder, preparing to withstand the attack.

"Bang! Bang!"

Two muffled sounds erupted, as the Witch Demon Elder and Cheka's four fists collided. For an instant, they seemed evenly matched.

But just in the next second, with a thud, Cheka's left cheek took a heavy blow.

Huh?

Cheka was stunned, not yet able to react, when another thud sounded, and his right cheek took another heavy blow.

Cheka was a bit bewildered, looking at the Witch Demon Elder in front of him, at his controlled hands, unsure of where the attacks were coming from.

The next moment, he knew.

He saw dense black energy gathering behind the Witch Demon Elder, forming two new arms. These arms, forming heavy fists, extended from under the Witch Demon Elder's armpits, swinging at his face insidiously yet powerfully.

"Thud! Thud!"

Two sounds rang out, and Cheka was knocked into a backwards lean uncontrollably. If it wasn't for the energy film buffering his body surface, his head would have been blasted apart. Even so, he felt dizzy because he never expected the Witch Demon Elder to have such a trick.

The opponent actually had four fists... no, not four!

Cheka's eyes widened as he saw more energy gathering behind the Witch Demon Elder, and another two arms sprang forth, turning him into a monster with six arms.

With the addition of four extra arms, the Witch Demon Elder showed no shame, advancing with six fists raining down in a storm.

The Witch Demon Elder seemed to be using this method to declare that his skilled cautious combat style involves overwhelming numbers.

This...

Suddenly, Cheka had countless things he wanted to say to the Witch Demon Elder, but ultimately didn't utter a word, because under the Witch Demon Elder's assault, he had to use all his energy just to barely withstand it.

Cheka quickly raised one energy shield after another, but they were all shattered under the Witch Demon Elder's attack.

In the end, Cheka was nearly completely overpowered.

"Crash!"

With a crashing sound, one of Cheka's energy shields was smashed by a punch from the Witch Demon Elder. Before he could erect a new energy shield, the Witch Demon Elder's many fists descended consecutively.

One fist struck his side ribs, one his abdomen, another his shoulder, and one hit his neck. The heaviest punch came from above, smashing down on Cheka's chin, sending his entire body flying.

"Bang!"

Cheka flew dozens of meters backward, slamming into a rock wall before falling to the ground.

With difficulty, he stood up after a long while, the energy film on his body dimming to almost transparent. Opening his mouth, he spat out a large mouthful of blood, mixed with teeth and fragments of internal organs, clearly suffering extremely severe trauma.

The Witch Demon Elder looked at Cheka coldly and asked, "How about it, kid, do you know my strength now? I'll give you another chance, tell me the purpose and reason for investigating this mine, and maybe we can talk. Otherwise, you'll suffer tenfold, a hundredfold more pain."

"Ha!" Cheka wiped the blood off his lips, suddenly laughed, slowly stood straight, looked at the Witch Demon Elder, and clapped his hands.

"Clap! Clap! Clap!"

The sharp, piercing sounds of two hands clapping echoed in the night wind.

"I have to admit, your kind is truly rare." Cheka looked at the Witch Demon Elder seriously, "Not only a lich, but one that is skilled in close combat, tut tut!"

Cheka admired slightly, then his face turned stern, his voice icy, "But too bad! Just because of your identity, thinking you can defeat me is too optimistic. You know, I have a secret, few people know."

"Hmm?"

"That is!" Cheka licked his lips with his tongue, his eyes burning, looking at the Witch Demon Elder word by word, "I'm also skilled at close combat, old man!"

With that, Cheka swung his arms, and with two "puff puff" sounds, two hidden bone blades popped out from the back of his hands.

The bone blades were over twenty centimeters long, gray-white, with edges glinting coldly. In the night, faint white steam rose from them, appearing quite eerie.

Seeing Cheka's actions, the Witch Demon Elder raised his eyebrows, showing little fear. On the contrary, his gaze was now filled with excitement.

"Interesting, kid! You're skilled in close combat too? Well then, let me see how much skill you've got."

Having said that, the Witch Demon Elder beckoned into the distance, and the black giant scythe embedded in the ground quivered violently, soared into the sky, and flew back into the Witch Demon Elder's hand with a "whoosh".

"And don't say I'm bullying you with a weapon advantage anymore, I'll use a similar weapon to yours and see if you're my match," the Witch Demon Elder said, breaking the black giant scythe in his hands, which then turned into black energy, constantly surging, finally forming two daggers over twenty centimeters long. Meanwhile, the four extra energy arms on the Witch Demon Elder's back dissipated one by one.

"Alright, come on, kid!"

The Witch Demon Elder shouted, holding a dagger in normal posture with his right hand and reverse grip with his left, charging at Cheka.

Cheka glanced at the Witch Demon Elder, pursed his lips, said nothing, and charged silently.

"Bang!"

In just a second, the two collided, daggers and bone blades clashing.

Cheka furrowed his brows tightly, slashing wildly with his dagger, as if trying to cut the Witch Demon Elder to pieces.

The Witch Demon Elder, on the other hand, was much more relaxed, raising his eyebrows calmly, deflecting Cheka's attacks one by one. Then the dagger in his hand, like a butterfly flitting among flowers, easily pierced through Cheka's defense and fiercely stabbed down, striking Cheka's right chest.