Catastrophe Card King

Chapter 753: Chapter 243 [Rare Vampire Heart (Silver)]_2

Kole’s hands, bulging with veins, revealed a pair of vampire-like steel claws with a clang.

A bloody mist swirled over the claws, as if some kind of martial skill was being used.

Leonard Churchill watched the cold light on the claws and slightly raised his eyebrows; his body hadn’t fully recovered, and he dared not clash with them head-on.

After all, this was like the plague—if contaminated, the problem would be significant.

With a fleeting thought, Leonard turned his fist into a palm, not directly colliding with the hard claws, but rather swiftly drawing an arc in the air, avoiding the claws.

Then, like a python coiling around its prey, he swiftly clung to the vampire’s arm and pushed forward with force.

The moment he gained control, his soft palm suddenly exerted strength, and a powerful wave of Gang Air blasted out from his palm, striking the vampire’s chest.

“Bang!”

Kole felt as if his chest had been hit by a bull’s horn and spat out a mouthful of black blood as he flew backward.

But it wasn’t over!

Mid-flight, a sharp pain erupted from his innards, and he internally cried out, “There’s something tricky about this kid!”

The force of the punch didn’t seem strong; the vampire’s body could surely withstand it. But as soon as the punch’s energy touched his skin, it completely ignored the Body Protection Curse Power, burrowing deep like a needle.

“What kind of fist is this?”

Kole finally realized something was off.

But how could a Third Tier card master like him, an amateur, understand Senior Shepherd’s Overlord Fist?

By now, Leonard was already on top of him.

Since they were enemies, he wouldn’t show any mercy; it was the perfect time to test out the killing techniques the Old Man had taught him.

The vampire hadn’t even landed, but Leonard was already in pursuit.

He executed a series of movements: flipping hand twists, elbow lifts, foot jabs at the ankle, and palm strikes to the forehead…

Senior Shepherd’s Overlord Fist was not just profound in its Intention Realm; it also incorporated the strengths of many styles.

Leonard had grasped some of these intricacies and liked the combo moves within them.

Once he connected a combo, without equivalent counter techniques, the opponent was basically dead once they hit the ground.n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

Leonard himself had not been able to touch the ground for a long time under such combos.

At that time, he thought the Old Man’s Overlord Fist was purely “overpowering with technique.”

It wasn’t that this amateurish vampire was weak; Leonard estimated that this martial skill was of Epic Quality, and most fighters would struggle to find a superior counter.

The vampire before him was resilient and could probably endure a little longer.

…

“Slash,” “Bang,” “Thud”…

The vampire was like a human punching bag, never once touching the ground as he was pummeled relentlessly in mid-air.

With continuous blows, he kept spitting out blood profusely.

In just a moment, dozens of moves had passed.

But out of every ten exchanges, Kole took six or seven hits.

The Overlord Fist method, like a net from heaven and earth, left him completely devoid of the arrogance he had a minute earlier.

At the same time, this Third Tier vampire couldn’t help but wonder.

His attributes were clearly superior to his opponent’s, so why couldn’t he win?

Before, he thought that his opponent was relying on the Golden Body Secret Art, and the style might be about brute force.

But the reality of their exchange was completely different!

Earlier, the blows felt incredibly hard, but now, they felt like they were hitting cotton.

No, not cotton.

It was like clay!

Not only was the power from his fists dissipated by the Gang Air enveloping him from all sides, but once stuck, it couldn’t be shaken off.

The feeling was as if he were entangled by sticky suction tentacles, unable to break free no matter what.

If he managed to escape one, another hand would reach out and attach itself.

Kole felt that half of his abilities hadn’t been utilized.

He couldn’t comprehend the secrets of Overlord Fist—there were only two words in his mind: devious!

Leonard Churchill looked at the expression of astonishment and fear on the vampire and let out a cold laugh.

At this moment, he truly understood the feeling he first had when meeting Barre Shepherd, who often said his plethora of martial skills was all flashy and superficial.

Having truly seen the pinnacle of martial arts, everything else seemed trivial and showy in comparison.

Even with incredible physical strength, without technique, it’s like bullets without a gun—firing randomly, not only missing the target but also lacking in power.

From a distance, Vera Williams was watching with bright eyes.

Her face no longer showed fear, only excitement and anticipation.

That graceful figure still occupied her entire vision. “Mr. Leonard Churchill is so amazing…”

Elsewhere.

The Rose Chamber of Commerce members had already killed the few pursuing vampires and were retreating.

Sam and a few guards who broke off to cover the rear wanted to stay and see if there were any surprises.

But they witnessed a scene that left them dumbstruck.

A Third Tier vampire was being beaten without any power to fight back.

Their professional guards understood more fighting techniques but still couldn’t make sense of it.

It seemed like the vampire was stronger, but the reality was a completely one-sided affair.

Such an odd situation left them astonished.

Someone asked, “Captain Sam, just who is this ‘Mr. Sunny,’ and where is he from? These fighting techniques are too exaggerated, aren’t they?”

“How would I know? But the quality of this fist method must be very high…” Sam said with excitement, then sighed and added, “Let’s go. We can’t help here. In fact, moving further away will allow him to fight unencumbered.”

With that, they quickly vanished from sight.

…

If the fight continued like this, the vampire was sure to die.

But this was something Leonard had anticipated.

However, in the midst of the fight, a small and unexpected scene occurred.

After repeated heavy injuries, Kole knew he had no chance and bit on his full-blood teeth, as if making a decision.