Catastrophe Card King

Chapter 1587: Chapter 483: Divine Fragment Chapter 1587: Chapter 483: Divine Fragment The battle scene froze, but it was not entirely an illusion.

Rather, Leonard Churchill had used the “Day Without Light” Secret Skill.

At that instant, an invisible barrier that repelled attacks had formed in front of him.

Beginning from over a dozen meters away, it acted like a cushioning sponge that completely absorbed the impact of the charge from the female Overlord Beast snake.

Otherwise, even with his current physical strength comparable to a Seventh Rank close combatant’s exaggerated standard, he would still be no match for the Herculean force of such an immense creature’s charge.

He himself being knocked down was of no consequence, but Bonnie and the others behind him would have suffered severe injuries.

At the same time, he punched out, and the force of his Overlord Fist surged into the snake’s body like a tsunami, finally creating ripples on the surface of its flesh.

The snake’s tier was one Big Rank higher than Leonard Churchill’s.

Normally at its peak, Leonard Churchill’s punch would not have inflicted much damage.

But just before, it had already been besieged by the Great Sword Group for half a day, having almost depleted both the defenses on its Scale Armor and its Magical Power.

Leonard Churchill’s punch pierced through her, with volcanic force rushing straight to its inner organs.

It was not just some random punch.

It was the most optimal point of impact deduced from his analysis.

He had been observing for so long, which parts of the snake’s body had exposed weaknesses, where the Scale Armor was already damaged… he knew all too well.

This punch combined multiple effects like “Armor Piercing,” “Weakness Exploitation,” and “True Damage.”

The snake was already at its last gasp, still acting fierce due to its companions coming to rescue and unleashing its rage, but this punch immediately made it look like a departing soul.

The snake’s massive body paused midair for a moment.

Then its amber vertical pupils immediately scattered, and it crashed down with a thud.

It wasn’t dead.

But it had been knocked out cold.

Leonard Churchill, however, was not surprised.

His punch had precisely severed the blood supply to the snake’s brain, so it was normal for it to be knocked unconscious.

…

“Thump.”

Listening to the dull thud of the snake falling, the members of the Great Sword Group finally snapped back to reality.

Pairs of eyes gazed at the scene before them, jaws hanging open in shock.

“???”

They glanced at the unconscious snake, then at the man who had just retracted his fist, their eyes full of dreamlike astonishment.

Their brains seemed unable to process what their eyes were seeing.

It seemed like only a moment had passed, yet it felt like an eternity.

The few people Leonard Churchill had just rescued came back to their senses from the shock, their expressions turning to gratitude and amazement.

Bonnie’s wide eyes gaped in surprised, her tone stuttering as she muttered to herself, “This… this guy… he’s actually so powerful?”

The person they had previously thought needed their protection had actually turned out to be their savior?

In the eyes of the Great Sword Group, Leonard Churchill had always had the persona of a [Scholar].

Normally, this would imply someone not very adept at direct combat, a supportive role.

Even if he did engage in combat, it might tend towards the Magic Type, using various Spells and mysterious methods…

If that were the case, Bonnie would not have been so shocked.

But instead, he chose the most surprising and shocking method.

That imperious punch shattered everyone’s stereotypes.

This brute’s action, and you’re telling me he’s a Scholar?

And, a Sixth Order Card Master knocking out a Seventh Tier Overlord Beast with a single punch?

Such an incredible scene, if not witnessed with their own eyes, no one would dare believe it.

After all,
it is common,
for there to be many Sixth Order Card Masters in a team.

But none believed that they could deliver a punch to such a preposterous extent.

Leonard Churchill’s punch made everyone keenly aware of his strength, which bordered on the inconceivable.

Bonnie then remembered, no wonder her leader had said that phrase before, “This guy isn’t as weak as you think.”

Looking at it now, he’s not just not weak, he’s outrageously strong!

…

Leonard Churchill knew the Great Sword Group members must have many questions.

But now was not the time for idle chatter.

This female snake had been gravely injured, and was probably unable to cause much more trouble.

But not far away, a male snake ten times more ferocious was wreaking havoc.

That snake’s Gravity Field was like a quagmire, trapping Sophia Jones within, both parties locked in fierce combat.

Leonard Churchill’s eyes narrowed with an intense glint, and the corners of his mouth curled into an eager smile as he said to the people behind him, “This female snake isn’t dead yet, be careful. I’m going to help Aunt Jones.”

With that, his body was shrouded in surging black steam that gathered and took shape.

On a second glance, the Illusion of the Clown Demon God had appeared behind him, and his body had Transformed into a terrifying three-headed Golem State.

Leonard Churchill had realized that the male snake’s technique already carried Divine Power.

Such a level of combat allowed no room for error, as a single mistake could mean instant death, and of course, required his full effort.

It had been a long time since he had encountered such a formidable foe; he was very interested in trying out the mutant snake’s techniques and wanted to use its Divine Power to hone his own skills.

At this moment, he went all out.

Instantly, his demeanor changed dramatically.

His handsome features no longer held any trace of the gentle elegance from before, only becoming as sharp as a blade, brimming with Fighting Intent.

His Transformation was witnessed by everyone.

They all felt it was incredibly unfamiliar, as if they were looking at a completely different person.

…

Leonard Churchill stepped into the void and disappeared, leaving only afterimages that dissipated on the spot.

The Great Sword Group seemed only then to feel a certain invisible pressure above their heads vanishing.

Watching the distant battle, they also began to mutter quietly among themselves.

“Bronze skin? That’s the Supreme Tyrant Body of Nine Master.”

“Yeah. But why do I feel that his mastery over the Supreme Tyrant Body is even more specialized than Nine Master’s?”

“He’s also an Air Skill Master. Didn’t you see how close the Gang Air was to condensing into armor? My goodness, it’s my first time seeing such preposterously powerful Air Skill from an Air Skill Master.”