Chapter 544: Chapter 188: The Identity of the Cloak Man!_3
That feeling… It’s like a complete replica of my martial skills!
I used Tiger Cannon Fist, and it returned the favor with the same move;
I used Gun Leg, and my opponent, undaunted, kicked back, even shrugging off the sound of breaking bones;
Any martial skill I used, the opponent would perfectly replicate.
At first, Abel had some advantage, but gradually, the gap between their clashes became smaller and smaller.
Abel also found himself restrained in some ways.
And the most important thing is, the opponent has a weird ability to recover, no matter how severe the injuries, they would heal in the blink of an eye.
But I don’t!
Although Abel guessed that this secret skill comes at a high cost, the more drawn out the fight, the less confident he becomes.
Because he gradually realized that he had no secrets left.
….
“Hahaha…”
That wild laughter echoed down the entire street.
Leonard Churchill threw a punch, and once again clashed with Abel.
Both sides retreated, spitting up blood at the same time.
However, Leonard Churchill didn’t give his opponent a chance to catch his breath and charged again.
Seeing Abel kicking, he used his famous special move, Gun Leg, to stab back.
“Bang!”
They once again parted upon contact.
The replica moves is a kind of crazy self-confidence, “making fun” of the opponent, and it is also a psychological tactic.
Only by overpowering the opponent in the field they most rely on can the fight ends quickly.
At the moment, Leonard Churchill also enjoyed this thrill, his fighting spirit growing ever higher.
On the other hand, Abel’s momentum was at its lowest, muttering continuously in his heart: “How is this possible…”
He had met many opponents stronger than himself.
But he had never encountered an opponent that made him feel so terrified!
At this moment, with each move, he could see the shadow of his own fist technique. He felt that he had fewer and fewer secrets…
The feeling of his bottom-line martial skills being completely replicated by someone else, made him see no hope of winning at all.
On the other side, Leonard Churchill was still immersed in that exaggerated state of learning.
However, as Abel lost his fighting spirit, the pleasure he could bring to Leonard Churchill was diminishing.
“Hehe… That’s it?”
Looking at his fist in front of him, which had completely lost any secrets, Leonard Churchill suddenly felt bored.
For such a fight that didn’t bring him any pleasure, he didn’t plan to waste time.
But it wasn’t easy to kill Abel because of his unique Curse Seal.
Seeing this, Leonard Churchill didn’t bother to continue wearing Abel down.
Seeing a fist coming, he didn’t clash this time.
Suddenly his fist turned into a palm, and with a serpentine path, followed Abel’s arm and slapped it on his chest.
Abel was slapped in the chest, and his robe was instantly torn.
He looked at this never-before-seen palm with disbelief in his eyes: How did it break the Curse Power Gang?!
Leonard Churchill, looking at his shocked expression, had no intention of explaining.
If Abel’s Tiger Cannon Fist can be considered a secret-level martial skill among lower-tier fighters, then every move of Shepherd Thirty-two Way Wandering Body Palm is at this level.
This legendary incomplete martial skill is the ceiling of the Air Skills according to Leonard Churchill, with a very detailed description of breaking the air.
He couldn’t get the hang of it before.
But now…
Although he’s not very skilled, it’s barely enough to deal with a newcomer to the Third Tier like Abel.
Besides, Leonard Churchill’s goal with this palm wasn’t to kill.
With this palm hitting Abel, his Protective Gang Air was momentarily broken.
Simultaneously, the bandages tied around the big sword on his back suddenly burst.
Leonard Churchill was curious about why this guy always carried this Disaster Object – X-099-Useless Great Sword.
Abel felt his clothes being shattered, glanced at the big sword flying out with his peripheral vision, and guessed his opponent’s purpose. He tried to reach out to grab it back, but it was too late. Leonard Churchill was faster.
A shadow darted past, and the big sword was already snatched into his hand.
Among the ruins, Leonard Churchill, holding the sword hilt, cocked his head curiously at this black giant sword, which was of no known use. His eyes were full of curiosity.
He tried pouring a little of his black Curse Power, and immediately felt a change as if he could sense something. His face suddenly lit up: “Huh…”
At this moment, he immediately understood why Abel would always carry it with him!
Seeing this scene, Robin Smith, the great detective who was restraining the Lionheart Family’s experts from afar, also became subtle his expression and murmured to himself: “Tsk tsk… I knew it. I’ve been saying that this Abel isn’t the one I’m looking for…”
No one knew that it wasn’t who he was after, but he had been tracking this big sword all along.
….
Leonard Churchill got the big sword, but before he had time to feel it intensively, Abel charged again.
But this time, Leonard Churchill chose to dodge.
He was completely uninterested in wasting time with an opponent who could give him no pleasure.
Glancing around, the experts of the Lionheart Family were still being restrained by the great detective.
However, the fighting here also attracted more and more people and monsters.
You could hear many approaching noises in the distant ruins.
Leonard Churchill avoided several joint attacks from the Lionheart Family’s experts in succession.
But he couldn’t feel the lethal threat from before at all.
The red glow in his eyes also gradually faded: “Tsk… This is no fun…”
In Leonard Churchill’s mind, apart from the “rational personality”, the demon’s personality was suppressed by the clown mask, and no one was interested in the current situation.
He had wanted to kill a few more enemies for fun at the end of his life.
But now he couldn’t find that kind of fun anymore.