Catastrophe Card King

Chapter 696: Chapter 229 Reversal, Astonishing Secret Message_2

The leader immediately noticed that the signs of water being splashed in the corridor had disappeared and keenly sensed something, “Be careful, that person might be using stealth nearby!”

Before his voice even faded, a wolf paw engulfed in air waves silently extended from the darkness, clutched onto one person’s head, and exerted force violently.

“Bang!”

Like a watermelon bursting, crimson was everywhere.

The five-man squad broke formation, the perfect opportunity for a swift kill!

The remaining four also quickly reacted, and various cards in their hands already lit up.

Leonard Churchill didn’t give them a chance, assassinating one person with a stealth attack, then immediately threw a punch with his backhand.

The closest man, who appeared to be a Fighter, reacted swiftly and retreated explosively to avoid the incoming fist.

This was an extremely classic body technique, the “Rabbit Kick”. The man’s proficiency was exceptionally high; he leapt back two meters in an instant, escaping the range of the punch.

However, a cold sneer crossed Leonard Churchill’s mind as he watched.

The fist broke through the air at high speed, the Gang Air ripples around it burst forth like from a cannon, piercing a visible wave through the air.

A muffled “thud” resounded.

In the next moment, the suited man, still retreating through the air, had a fist-shaped dent appear in his abdomen. He doubled over like a prawn, grating his teeth in agony as a mouthful of blood spurted out, his condition unknown, critically injured.

Seeing this, the other three men in black turned pale as if they all thought of the same thing, “Wave Fist!”

The “Wave Fist” was an extremely sophisticated secret technique among Air Skill Masters, and realizing it could be used, all the men knew the person before them was no ordinary foe.

But this was not the Wave Fist.

It was Barre Shepherd’s “Overlord Fist”.

As the old predecessor had said, mastering this Epic Quality fist method would allow one to trigger almost any Combat Martial Skill.

Having only grasped a bit of introductory Control Air techniques, Leonard Churchill easily simulated the Fist Wave of the Wave Fist.

An attack from afar!

….

The X Bureau’s men were indeed elite agents.

Watching Leonard Churchill kill two men in an instant, the remaining three, after a moment of panic, were the first to react, “Plan B!”

A shout rang out.

The Third Tier team leader, his skin illuminating with mystical Curse symbols, rushed forward fearlessly.

On the other side, a woman took out a communicator, obviously trying to send out a signal for reinforcements.

Meanwhile, another assassin had silently blended into the darkness.

Leonard Churchill understood what this tactic meant.

This operation was high profile and would surely have a series of contingency plans.

Initially, they had just spotted Leonard Churchill as a “suspicious person,” but now confirmed he was an overpowering adversary, they would definitely call in stronger reinforcements once the signal went out.

Should they get even the slightest chance, sending out their message would spell big trouble.

Having chosen to ambush, Leonard Churchill was well-prepared.

The Third Tier team leader disregarding his life to bind him would normally take some effort to kill, even for a Fourth Tier.

Yet, Leonard Churchill raised his hand and a catch, his palm swirling with layers of mysterious black Gravitational Force threads.

“Swoosh!”

“Swoosh!”

“Swoosh!”

“…”

Six silver flying knives, drawn by the gravitational pull, shot out from the darkness at lightning speed.

Two pierced the head and chest of the woman in black trying to send a signal, while in the pitch dark, two more launched blood arrows.

No matter how masterful the assassin’s stealth skills were,

whether it’s physical camouflage or the Dark “Shadow Stealth,” they could not hide their “Air”.

Currently, even if Leonard Churchill couldn’t see, he could sense the escaping “Air” and strike with precision.

Four flying knives killed two people.

And another two knives were now flying toward the Third Tier team leader’s back.

“Not good!”

The man also realized something, his face changing color.

But he had just barely started his move to bind Leonard Churchill, and his punching motion could not be stopped.

Before he could turn around, “swoosh, swoosh,” two flying knives pierced his back.

“Pfft,” “pfft,” two sounds.

The flying knives didn’t go all the way through but became embedded in his bones.

Leonard Churchill noticed the white light swirling on the man’s skin and let out a soft interjection, “Huh, a ‘Curse·Entropy Light Shield?’ He even mastered this Secret Skill – quite a talent…”

Though he had not witnessed it himself, he had read through many Classic Books and had seen the descriptions of this protective Secret Skill.

It’s said to be a defense technique accessible only to high-ranking officers in the Federal Military, its power roughly equivalent to a reduced version of “Tyrant Body”.

With this technique, it’s nearly impossible to be defeated by those of the Same Tier.

Too bad.

He was facing Leonard Churchill.

In these two months, he practiced more than just Air Skill. With the “Power Gem Golden Sphere” aiding him, he gained great insight into the “Celestial Godfall,” the Demon God Secret Skill.

His use of the flying knife had become his most lethal method.

It was unfortunate that the stealth attack did not kill the man.

However, Leonard Churchill did not idle – the other four flying knives circled back, flying towards the target once more.

The man in black with the knives in his back showed a flicker of terror in his eyes.

The attacker before him had slain four people with bizarrely effective methods, which put more pressure on him than even facing a Fourth Tier had done.

At the same time, he recognized the identity of this fearsome Werewolf.

“That S-ranked Fugitive!”

The man in black knew he probably couldn’t survive this encounter, but if he could last just a bit longer, there was a chance his teammates might arrive.

So, in spite of the knives impaling him, he bore the pain and hurled a punch at Leonard Churchill’s chest with mountain-crumbling force. At such a close distance, he did not believe anyone of the Same Tier could endure his punch and remain unscathed.

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