Catastrophe Card King

Chapter 615: 208 The Origin of the Gluttony Secret Method_2

Chapter 615: Chapter 208 The Origin of the Gluttony Secret Method_2

This too was his purpose for coming here.

It was not only the Breathing Method he wanted; he also wished for a fight.

After absorbing that batch of Demonfall Spirit Media, his naked attributes were now nearly on par with a Third Tier card master specialized in close-combat.

If he were to transform into his Werewolf form, he would completely overpower in attributes, giving Abel no chance at all.

Leonard Churchill also felt that this method of killing was too boring.

It was not easy to come across a suitable opponent; it would be best if they could fight.

What’s more, the sudden surge in physical attributes was like iron that contained impurities, in urgent need of a worthy opponent to refine it.

“Not going to transform?”

When Abel heard this, his expression instantly darkened.

For a fighter of his caliber, such words were no less than an insult.

It’s much like encountering someone in chess who says, “I’ll let you have a few pieces.”

And this was coming from someone a whole tier lower than himself?

If it were someone else, he would have already erupted in anger and struck.

But recalling the previous battle, the corner of Abel’s eye twitched involuntarily.

He knew all too well that if they had continued fighting last time, he likely would have lost.

Now… without transforming.

Humph!

Abel let out an angry shout and agreed: “Fine!”

He didn’t even ask Leonard what information he wanted.

After all, asking was pointless.

He was well aware that if he lost, he would die, so whatever news became irrelevant.

“Heh… a smart choice.”

Seeing Abel agree, Leonard revealed a satisfied smile.

It was as expected.

Any Third Tier card master, particularly one who was a gang executive, would inevitably have their own pride and fighting spirit.

If this guy had called for reinforcements, Leonard might really have had to transform and kill quickly.

But in that case, he might not have gotten the information, and the fun would be gone.

Moreover, Leonard wasn’t bluffing; truly, without transforming, Abel still had a chance to live.

…

No sooner had these words fallen than Abel suddenly charged forward, his leg sweeping through the air like a steel whip.

Without transforming, Leonard’s agility was almost equal to Abel’s, and if he couldn’t dodge this kick, he’d have to brace for it then and there.

With a “snap”, the whip-like leg struck his right arm, and Leonard immediately felt his entire arm go numb, nearly losing all sensation.

Had it been a typical Second Tier, they would surely have been sent flying by the concealed force of the martial skill.

However, Leonard firmly held his ground.

Upon closer inspection, a layer of spiral-shaped special Curses could be seen coalescing on his skin.

Seeing this, Abel quickly retracted his stance, his face suddenly shifting to shock: “You’ve actually formed a Curse Seal too!”

Noticing the similar pattern of the Curse Seal on Leonard, how could he not guess that the man had also comprehended it from the Useless Great Sword?

What’s more, the design was more complex than his own, indicating that Leonard had absorbed far more Elements through the Breathing Method than he had!

It wasn’t too surprising, but he hadn’t expected it to happen so quickly!

Abel thought back; it had only been a few days since he lost the Great Sword, right?

He also knew that this guy was only a Fusion Profession Card away from reaching the Third Tier.

No wonder he had the confidence to make that statement.

“Indeed.”

Leonard didn’t indulge in further conversation.

Without the defense of a Curse Seal boosted domain, he wasn’t sure he could withstand such a fierce kick.

But this was not all.

Speaking, the corners of his mouth slightly lifted, and with a surge of Curse Power, he exclaimed softly: “Demonic Solution.”

Suddenly, behind him, a jester with a sinister smile came sharply into view.

Both man and Demon God’s Phantom wore the same mocking smiles, staring fixedly at their opponent.

An indescribable sense of terror swept through the entire training room.

Abel’s eyes twitched fiercely at the sight of the Demon God’s Phantom.

Although to this day he didn’t know which Sequence the jester belonged to, the smile that split to the jester’s ears sent shivers down his spine.

That familiar, panic-inducing pressure returned.

In that instant of Demonic Solution, Abel felt as if countless eyes saw right through him, leaving no secrets anywhere on his body.

Before even engaging, he felt as if all his moves would be completely transparent to his opponent.

Leonard observed Abel’s stunned expression without any intention of using Demonic Solution to bully him with sheer presence.

Rather, he wanted to learn all of Abel’s strongest secrets during the battle and also to accelerate his understanding of various Martial Skills.

Knowing that if he could not win today he would surely die, Abel gritted his teeth fiercely, his gaze beginning to swirl with a bloodthirsty light.

Spotting this, Leonard whispered to himself: “Oh… a new move, huh?”

The world became clearer to him after Demonic Solution, and he clearly saw the Killing Intent growing denser around Abel.

This was an attack he had never seen before.

While he wasn’t afraid, Leonard didn’t have the slightest bit of contempt.

From that Killing Intent, he noticed traces of High-level Laws.

Abel no longer held back, charging forward ferociously.

It was during this rush that one could visibly see Killing Intent wrap around his fists, forming several blood-colored Skeleton heads.

“Killing Intent takes shape?”

Leonard narrowed his eyes slightly upon this sight.

He had encountered his “surprise” for the day in Abel.

At the same time, it brought to mind Reuel Bible’s godlike abilities.

But that required the power of the Demon God to drive the “Heavenly King’s Curse Body”.

An X Bureau ace agent, with no shortage of wealth, force, or resources, all of which combined to create Reuel Bible.

But what about Abel, a mere gangster?

“Eh… how did Abel manage to master such a formidable move in just a few days?”

Leonard was filled with doubts.

Just from the look of it, this was bound to be a sinister, secret-level Martial Skill.