A few breaths ago, with his neck being pinched, Lyered aremely peculiar state. All the pain seemed to be swiftly fading away, and in its pce, his brain's thinking activity was increasing several times over.

  For a moment, Lynn couldn't help but wonder if he had already passed to the afterworld.

  However, he hadn't. He could still clearly perceive the blood and oxygen flowing to his brain being forcibly cut off, his body gradually losing vitality.

  It wouldn't be long before he truly died!

  Faced with such a perilous situation, Lynn uedly felt no sense of panic.

  Iuation where someone's choking you, causing oxygen deprivation, how do you terattack?

  Of course, it's an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth!

  If I don't o breathe, then nobody should!

  Lynn sehe vast sea of elements in the void. With a thought, he used his spiritual power as a o sweep out the active oxygen molecules, instantly extrag them!

  What happens when a person tinues breathing in a low-oxygen enviro?

  Andre was the perfect example!

  A rge amount of iive gas flowed into his lungs, his blood pressure rapidly increased, and within a few breaths, the symptoms of oxygen deprivation appeared. Lynn keenly noticed the hand gripping his neck weakening!

  Now is the time!

  Lynn suddenly opened his eyes, and based on his earlier memories, the positions aions of everyone in the room transformed into data flooding into his mind. Lynn could even perform a detailed foralysis of his neck based on the angle Andre raised his arm.

  tless plex data were sorted out in an instant, and Lynn structed a 3D se in his mind that was 100% restored, dedug the optimal sword strike pn.

  [Raise your hand and stab straight, 47 degrees angle!]

  Lynn's arm lifted and simultaneously thrust out the short sword. The hulking man before him, uhe intense rea of oxygen deprivation, pletely lost his ability to resist, only able to helplessly watch as the sword tip peed his neck.

  The fragile neck was clearly uo block the sharp short sword, and crimson blood spurted like a fountain, spttering all over Lynn's clothes and face.

  Andre's eyes widened, his mouth involuntarily opening and closing, hands desperately gripping the gaping wound in his hat kept bleeding, falling to the ground full of fear and unwillingness.

  Without hesitation, Lynn kicked Andre's body the moment he broke free from the hold, sending the corpse flying toward the stunned Bine while he himself used the rebound force to escape the low-oxygen zone.

  Bine never expected the situation on the se to suddenly reverse. A look of astonishment immediately appeared on his face, his rea slowed a beat, instinctively catg Andre's corpse. Upon seeing the other's death state clearly, his pupils involuntarily shrunk, a chill rising from the soles of his feet to his heart.

  The otic face, bed lips, and dited pupils all proved that Andre had suddenly choked, leading to his unguarded neck being pierced!

  How was this possible?

  Bine was utterly terrified. Earlier, it was clearly Andre who was choking Lynn's neck, yet he inexplicably fell into asphyxiation. Could it be some strange spell that harms both friend and foe?

  Breathing rhythmically and regaining strength in his limbs rapidly, Lynn's brain throbbed slightly from being choked for a full minute and forcefully maniputing a rge amount of oxyges.

  Although he had luckily killed one of them using the principle of asphyxiation, Lynn dared not rex even a bit. The brief exge just now made him uand the gap between them.

  Acc to his memory, these witch hunters were skilled elites,

  inal Lynn's swordsmanship was adequate for dealing with a few bandits, but when fag witch hunters dispatched by the church, it fell short.

  tless thoughts fshed through Lynn's mind, followed by a ringing prompt.

  [Warning, in overload mode, system energy is rapidly depleting, expected to force shutdown in two minutes and thirty seds.]

  Lynn's body paused involuntarily, realizing that his sudden increase ial trol was due to the aid of the intelligent brain.

  Then... let's try magic!

  Lynn's gaze sharpeightly gripping the blood-stained short sword in his hand. His spiritual power once again spread through the air, frantically capturing hydrogen and oxyges...

  A mass of water appeared in the void, then quickly densed and took shape...

  First Circle Magic—[Frost Bde]!

  The icy bde, exuding a chilling air, shot forth like an arrow. Bine's expression hardened. He didn't choose to front it head-on but sshed out diagonally with the sword in his hand, striking the side of the ice bde and knog it off course.

  Yet, in that brief pause, the spell preparation was plete. Gray powder hovered in Lynn's palm, then exploded into a bzing fireball...

  That was Lynn's other First Circle Magic—[Fireball Teique]!

  The temperature in the room sharply rose. Though both were First Circle Magic, [Fireball Teique] was much more powerful pared to [Frost Bde]!

  The critical point was, in this cramped room, there was simply no way to dodge!

  Bine smelled the st of death, kig a shattered et towards the raging fireball, then flipping Andre's corpse over to use as a meat shield!

  The moment, the fireball hit the shattered et, explosively expanding, and the scorg fmes instantly filled the entire room.

  Lynn stared ily at the scattered debris ahead, breathing heavily. He had cept of the power of First Circle Magic, but judging from the effect, it wouldn't be weaker than a grenade bined with an indiary bomb. If taken head-on, even if not dead, one would be seriously injured...

  While p, a sharp longsword cut through the smoky haze, the bde refleg the firelight, slig straight towards Lynn!

  The speed of this strike was astonishing. By the time Lynn realized it, the sharp longsword was already close at hand!

  Fortunately, at this moment, thanks to the e between the neural work and the intelligent brain, Lynn's rea speed had increased several times, and his body's coordination had also improved signifitly. His right hahe sword horizontally, his left hand supported his right wrist, his body slightly crouched, and the sword tip braced against the mottled wall beside him.

  g~

  A sharp, unpleasant thud resounded in the narrow room. At the moment of tact, Lynn only felt intense pain in his hand, the sword tip embedded deeply into the wall, and a fine crack appeared along the bde.

  So heavy...

  There was only this sensation in Lynn's mind. He dropped the sword, falling to the ground, and rolled several times, narrowly avoiding a whipping kick.

  The fierce wind gusted over his head, followed by another muffled thud. Lynn turned his head to look; the mottled wall had already been kicked out with a cave groove.

  [Wall impact approximately 1.75 tons, probability of North Ameri bison collision about 65%...]

  In an instant, data analysis fshed through his mind. Lynn's pupils shrank. If he were kicked head-on, his internal ans would definitely burst open.

  Body modification? Cyb? Battle Qi?

  Lynn knew perfectly well that a normal person, even with the most stific professional training, could never kick with such terrifying force.

  This pletely exceeded the limits of the human body!