The Witch Hunter System

Chapter 150 How Should We Settle This?

Fear!

Damek Howler and the other servants in the circle looked at Vaan with fear in their eyes, not expecting him to be so ruthless.

Confusion!

At the same time, they did not know how he broke Rehan Vexx’s bones painlessly.

Humans naturally feared the unknown—as they should be. Unfortunately, this fear did not extend to Vaan’s identity. Thus, Vaan had to make an example out of someone.

Half-hearted beatings would not stop their pestering. Only when they know fear would they not bother him.

“Early Rank 1 Aura Warrior. One broken nose, two-weeks recovery. Two broken radii and ulnas, three-weeks recovery. Two broken fibulas and tibias, six-weeks recovery. Serious injuries, none. He will fully recover after one and a half months in bed, three days with a Low Rank 1 Recovery Potion, or one day with Senior Witch-level Healing Magic.”

Vaan casually analyzed before glancing at Damek Howler and the other servants.

“Who else wants to challenge me? Or will you all make way for me now?” Vaan coolly asked.

Once the Damek Howler and the other servants heard that, they instinctively shuffled aside, creating a path for Vaan to leave.

No one wanted to end up in the same state as Rehan Vexx.

They would have even thought Rehan Vexx had died if they didn’t sense his breathing. After all, the person did not scream while getting his limbs broken.

Furthermore, they weren’t confident they could beat Vaan in a duel. They did not see him use aura. It would be hard to say how much stronger the person would become after using aura.

They all understood Vaan possessed the raw physical strength of a Rank 1 Aura Warrior.

As Vaan headed towards the main building entrance, even the few young witches in the area made way for him.

Although they found him extremely handsome, they also instinctively feared him due to his cruelty and eerie means.

…

Sabrina Redwood and her friends saw everything from the main building’s second-floor classroom.

Just the young witches clearing the way for Vaan on the ground floor, Euphenia Deamonne and Glinda Shadowmend also felt fear towards Vaan. They no longer thought about getting the full-body massage from him.

If Vaan wanted to kill them, they probably wouldn’t even know how they died.

Such a thought terrified Euphenia Deamonne and Glinda Shadowmend, deterring them from allowing themselves to be in a vulnerable state around Vaan.

With such eerie means and excessive ruthlessness, many young witches would not want to receive Vaan’s otherworldly massage even if his superb skills are made known.

At the same time, Sabrina Redwood was also relieved that Vaan could stand up for himself.

If she intervened, it would no longer be a scuffle between servants.

…

After Vaan left, a Senior Witch came forward to perform healing magic on Rehan Vexx before he was taken away to recuperate in the infirmary.

“Alright, all of you disperse now. The duel has already ended,” the Senior Witch shooed away the crowd.

Her name was Wihnhilda Angelsin, one of the few Late-stage Senior Witches in the academy and the one who specialized in healing magic.

She had long wavy blonde hair like the ocean waves brushing against the shores, hazel-gold eyes that sometimes sparkled like the brilliance of the stars, an olive complexion, a sultry pear-shaped figure with a plump rear, and G-cup size breasts hidden under a skin-fit white nurse dress with red stripes, giving her an overall voluptuous body.

After the crowd was dispersed, Wihnhilda Angelsin returned to the infirmary without pursuing the matter.

The academy encouraged such duels among servants, making them very common, as do injuries. Duels and spars helped servants improve faster.

They were expected to be capable enough to serve their witch and protect them.

…

Meanwhile, Vaan continued to head toward the library.

But seeing there was still some time until the start of lunch, Vaan made a quick detour for the male restroom to relieve himself at one of the eight urinals.

However, he was not alone. A few moments after he entered, another man also entered.

The man was over six feet tall like Vaan. He had a fresh undercut with brown hair, a thick but well-trimmed beard, grey eyes, and a chiseled body larger than Vaan’s but not excess in muscle mass like most aura users.

Even so, the man’s pressure was evidently stronger than the Early Rank 1 Aura Warrior Vaan had decimated earlier.

Vaan could tell that the person was most likely at the Peak-level of Rank 1 Aura Warrior.

Coupled with the man’s seemingly cheap but actually high-quality brown linen shirt and ankle-banded pants, the man was clearly a leading figure among the servants of the academy.

Out of the eight urinals in the restroom, there were five for the man to choose from without intruding on Vaan’s personal space.

However, the man picked the urinal directly left of Vaan. Not only that, but the man also peeked over at Vaan’s huge schlong while whipping out his own.

“That… That’s a pretty impressive tool you got down there,” Bram Krauss complimented with surprise before boasting about his own, “However, it’s not as impressive as mine.”

Vaan raised an eyebrow, seeing how the person’s wiener was obviously not as big as Vaan’s. Still, it was not that much smaller.

“That’s impressive?” Vaan uttered with an impassive look.

“Perhaps not as big as yours,” Bram Krauss admitted before claiming with a proud look, “But you see, the difference between ours is that my dick has been in the Book of World Records.”

“That… is a pretty impressive and bold feat. But for how long before the librarian ask you to take it out?” Vaan nonchalantly asked.

At first, Bram Krauss was confused by Vaan’s question. But once he understood the meaning behind Vaan’s question, he almost choked on his own spit and staggered, nearly missing the urinal.

“Ahem! Not literally! I mean, it was literally but not like… Ugh… you know what? Forget it.”

Bram Krauss felt like he would seem guilty if he tried to explain it.

Nevertheless, Bram Krauss quickly fixed his embarrassed look before revealing a solemn expression.

“Anyway, let’s talk business. You’ve beaten up one of my men ruthlessly and humiliatingly, leaving him without an ounce of pride. How should we settle this?”