Demon Hunters are inherently very good at countering mages.
As a niche choice among assassin branches, Demon Hunters mainly target demons with thick health and high defense.
To deal with demons, this class's attacks naturally carry additional armor-piercing properties.
On top of that, Demon Hunters gain inherent bonuses when fighting mages, an extra ten percent damage increase.
So, for ordinary mages, engaging a Demon Hunter is absolutely not a wise choice.
But…
Several Demon Hunters tightly gripped their silver blades. With a light step forward, a surge of wind rose, and their figures completely vanished.
Those red figures crouched on the surrounding stone walls, the eyes beneath their masks staring fixedly at Viktor.
The silver blades in their hands began to spin, completely slicing through the surrounding air. Cracks spread out around Viktor.
It was like countless cages without restraints on the hands and feet, unfolding all around him.
Two red cloaks turned into afterimages, passing through those air chains. They squeezed into the narrow space, bodies low, attacking Viktor.
One of them swung out a kick, aiming straight for Viktor's ankle.
The other coordinated, leaping high into the air and offering a cold, gleaming blade toward Viktor's head.
Viktor, however, was completely unhurried. When that cold gleam reached him, he flicked his left hand. The wind blade along his forearm followed the motion and cut the incoming silver blade cleanly in half.
As for the sweeping kick coming from below, to Viktor it looked absurdly slow.
His pupils shrank slightly. The leg was already directly beneath him.
Viktor swiftly lifted his own leg and stomped down hard.
A solid sensation came from under his foot, followed by a light exertion of force, and the sound of shattering entered his ears.
Viktor twisted his heel, and that poor Demon Hunter's foot actually flipped over.
"Ah!"
A shrill, miserable scream instantly filled the cave, echoing again and again.
Hearing the scream, Kefra's heart skipped a beat.
The Demon Hunter suspended in midair looked at the silver blade in his hand that had been cut in two, and his heart sank immediately.
But when his gaze shifted forward again, an afterimage slammed into his face.
Bang!
The violent impact passed through his twisted muscles as his entire body smashed into the rock wall. His jaw lost all sensation and hung limply.
Of course, for Demon Hunters like them with excellent recovery abilities, these injuries could only be considered superficial wounds.
Before long, they would recover.
Still, the instant collapse of two Demon Hunters made the others leaning against the rock walls swallow hard.
The silver blades in their hands seemed to tremble, and their expressions grew extremely grave.
At the same time, the torn air around them gradually returned to calm.
"Viktor Clavenna… is he really a mage?"
"I've never seen such a troublesome mage."
"What kind of mage fights in close combat?"
Viktor's gaze slowly fell upon them.
Above the heads of the Demon Hunters hanging on the rock walls, their respective levels gradually appeared.
All of them were above level thirty.
Third-tier Demon Hunters.
To find out whether there was really a demon within him, Kefra had truly gone to great lengths.
Demon Hunters were already rare to begin with. Finding several third-tier Demon Hunters within the royal capital was no easy task.
And now, just to test him, she had actually invited so many.
Viktor's gaze fell on the two Demon Hunters who had already lost the ability to fight.
What a pity.
Better to show some mercy.
The remaining Demon Hunters exchanged looks, then flung out several meteor hammers from their waists.
The massive impact pierced through space itself. Even Viktor sensed a trace of danger.
He twisted his body, stepping on the Demon Hunter beneath him who was howling in pain on the ground, and retreated backward.
The high-speed meteor hammers smashed violently into the surroundings, sending sand and stones flying.
The Demon Hunter under Viktor's foot was hooked up by his kick and hurled rapidly into the distance.
"How annoying."
Viktor stared ahead, his mind perfectly clear.
The next second, those Demon Hunters would probably charge out of the dust.
As if confirming his thought, several Demon Hunters swung their meteor hammers, leaned forward, burst through the dust cloud, and attacked Viktor.
Looking at those Demon Hunters charging like reckless brutes, Viktor let out a faint smile.
The breath of wind began to flow across his body. The swirling sand and stones slowly froze in place as time passed, and everything around seemed to slow down.
Or rather, Viktor's movements had become far too fast.
In the blink of an eye, the black windbreaker had already darted swiftly among several Demon Hunters. The wind blade in his hand slowly swept past his side.
Whoosh!
The wind surged at high speed, and sand and stones continuously slammed into the rock walls.
The Demon Hunters froze.
Their target had actually disappeared!?
"B-behind us!"
A Demon Hunter cried out in alarm. Everyone turned around and saw Viktor standing behind them.
His windbreaker fluttered incessantly toward them.
Viktor flicked his forearm, and countless wind marks burst forth in an instant.
In a flash, the marks that had originally brushed against their clothes seemed to activate.
Carrying the wind traces, they completely tore their cloaks into shreds.
Even the black chainmail armor beneath the cloaks was entirely severed.
Yet even so, not a single wound appeared on their bodies.
At that moment, they couldn't help but stand there in a daze.
'What kind of speed was that just now?'
'Could it be… magic?'
In the blink of an eye, the wind blade on Viktor's forearm turned into invisible currents of wind and gradually dissipated.
He slowly turned around, looking at the Demon Hunters whose clothing had been completely shredded, and spoke calmly, "Still haven't recognized the gap between us?"
Of course, he hadn't used magic. Everything he had just done was merely the passive enhancement of the Wind Calamity.
Just like Guleton's damage boost and Druga's stamina and recovery enhancement.
Wind Calamity, corresponding to ultimate speed.
For mages, this speed might not be very noticeable, but if applied to any melee unit…
Only speed can break everything.
Viktor had wanted to experience the new power brought by the Wind Calamity, which was why he agreed to play along with Kefra in this little trial.
Seeing Viktor's composed response, even when facing dozens of Demon Hunters he still seemed completely at ease.
They couldn't help but take a few steps back.
Their protective gear had been completely destroyed, and the tower of confidence in their hearts naturally collapsed as well.
After all, the man before them was clearly a mage.
Yet he had effortlessly crushed them using only close combat and a speed they couldn't even see.
And moreover…
They really couldn't tell whether Viktor was a demon or not.
Demon Hunters and demons are like fire and water. When facing demons, instinct makes it hard for them to remain rational.
Because of this, Demon Hunters often unintentionally enter a berserk state when fighting demons.
So, for Demon Hunters, confirming whether someone is possessed by a demon is actually very simple.
Demonic power cannot be hidden. As long as combat occurs, it will definitely be detected by Demon Hunters.
However, during their fight with Viktor, they felt nothing like that.
Taking everything into account, even if they wanted to fight…
They just couldn't muster the will.
Because Demon Hunters would never take the initiative to attack anyone other than demons.
So… they simply all gave up.
"Not fighting anymore, not fighting."
"Fine, fight if you want, but why tear people's clothes?"
"Lady Kefra, be honest, he's not a demon at all, right…"
Kefra stood to the side, both hands gripping two silver daggers tightly.
Just now, she hadn't stepped forward because she wanted to observe Viktor's combat in advance.
Kefra knew Viktor would win, but she hadn't expected him to win so easily.
He was clearly a mage.
Kefra shook her head, no longer thinking about it.
She raised one arm, the dagger pointed straight at Viktor.
"Then, next, it's my turn."
As the words fell, Kefra's back foot braced against the ground.
Almost in the blink of an eye, her legs exploded with force like a hunting leopard.
Taut muscles released all their power in an instant.
Like an arrow released from the bowstring, she charged toward Viktor at an unbelievable speed.
In the blink of an eye, silver cold light had already slashed through the air.
Yet in Viktor's eyes, Kefra's movements only seemed a bit swift.
He slightly shifted his body, and the two flashes of cold light swept past his sides without even grazing his cheek.
Kefra's steps halted instantly. She immediately changed direction, the cold light stabbing once more toward Viktor's waist.
Viktor kept both hands in his pockets, his posture nimble like the wind. Cloud-white glimmers of light flickered constantly across his windbreaker.
It was as if an invisible force was controlling Viktor, allowing him to swiftly maneuver and evade Kefra's attacks. The speed was astonishing, like a terrifying storm.
The Demon Hunters, whose armor had already been completely destroyed, stood frozen, watching Kefra launch her fierce assault. Shock appeared on their faces as they praised her repeatedly, "As expected of Lady Kefra!"
"So fast! Is this a fourth-tier Demon Hunter?"
"She can actually fight that monster for so long!?"
Even so, in their eyes, Viktor was still the more terrifying one.
Kefra moved like lightning, leaping lightly as the two daggers in her hands shot toward Viktor like bolts of lightning.
Viktor sidestepped and jumped, cleverly avoiding the attack.
However, what shocked everyone was that the two silver blades suddenly turned back in midair.
Seizing the timing, Kefra stirred up a gust of wind beneath her feet and charged fiercely toward Viktor like a streak of light.
But Viktor merely leaned back, once again dodging the returning daggers. He quickly straightened up and, with a reverse motion, grabbed Kefra's wrist as she appeared before him.
Kefra froze for a moment, but a hint of delight flashed through her eyes.
'A perfect chance!'
What she wanted most was to touch Viktor's body, and now he had delivered himself to her.
With her other free hand, she reversed her grip, caught the dagger flying back at high speed, and stabbed swiftly toward Viktor's chest.
But at that very moment, Viktor's other hand also grabbed her other wrist.
Kefra stood there in a daze. In this position, neither she nor Viktor had any way to attack.
And if this continued, she would practically fall into Viktor's arms.
But very soon, Viktor showed her what wrestling really was.
He clenched Kefra's wrists, turned his body around, and directly hoisted her onto his back.
Then, he leaned forward, exerting force with his arms.
BOOM!!!