Chapter 616: Chapter 208 The Origin of the Gluttony Secret Method_3
Normally, mastering a Mystery-level Martial Skill requires a long time of comprehension and practice.
But Leonard Churchill remembered very clearly that the last time he fought this guy, Abel showed no signs of mastering any fist method capable of controlling Killing Intent.
And yet, he’s suddenly mastered a new Mystery-level technique after just a few days of not seeing each other?
This rate of comprehension was just a bit ridiculously fast.
Leonard Churchill thought of something.
It was the Demonic Solution’s Joker Mark that granted him such exaggerated learning capabilities.
But even setting aside the Fifty-two Epic Demon Marks, ordinary people couldn’t even come into contact with Golden Marks.
He remembered that the intelligence reported Abel had fused with a Silver Mark?
Could it be that he recently received a reward from the Lionheart Family and obtained a Mystery-level Skill Card?
Those cards are extremely rare, and moreover, they are one-time consumables; even top nobles don’t have many of them. Would they really give one to a gangster?
Too many doubts suddenly sprung up in Leonard Churchill’s mind.
But before he could make sense of it all, Abel’s attack had once again struck.
Leonard Churchill didn’t shrink back in the least and resisted head-on.
“Pi, pi, pa, pa…”
The sound of fists and feet clashing echoed by his ears.
After their last fight, Leonard Churchill had become very familiar with Abel’s boxing style.
While he was still somewhat less skilled in technique, knowing oneself and the enemy compensated for that shortcoming to some extent.
In the short-term battle, the winner couldn’t be determined.
Both used a style of fighting that brought fist to flesh, making it exceptionally intense.
All kinds of Martial Skills, Fist Methods, and wrestling techniques were employed; all killing moves were brought out.
Fists, palms, knees, elbows… for Fighters, every part of their body was a deadly weapon.
Enhanced by Martial Skills, they were even more lethal than weapons, often leading to death or disability upon contact.
Their overlapping shadows grew faster, engaging in fierce battle throughout the hundreds of square meters of the training area.
Under such fierce combat, the cement-poured walls and the land looked as if they had been bombarded by cannons.
It didn’t take long for the area to become a complete mess.
Chunks of stone were scattered everywhere, and the ground was pockmarked.
With a “thud,” Leonard Churchill was sent flying, slamming into the wall and creating cracks that spread like a spider web.
Although fresh blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, his smile only grew brighter.
His eyes held firm and profound determination, as if they possessed the wisdom to see through all deception.
The battle was particularly grueling.
As he had anticipated, if he didn’t transform into a Werewolf, this Abel indeed had a slight chance of survival.
But it was precisely this kind of do-or-die struggle that made both sides reveal their hidden cards more frequently.
Enlightenment was being refreshed non-stop.
‘You’ve observed “Curse Power Gang,” skill comprehension +154…’
‘You’ve comprehended “Mastery of Air Technique,” proficiency +116…’
‘You gain experience +43 in battle, “Tiger Cannon Fist Lv1 (88/300)”…’
‘During the battle, you’ve gained proficiency +113 in “Shepherd Thirty-two Way Wandering Body Palm”‘
‘…’
This was exactly what Leonard Churchill was waiting for.
Abel’s fighting skills were honed in a life-and-death struggle, something that Skill Cards couldn’t grant.
Post-Demonic Solution, Leonard Churchill could visibly see his proficiency surging, and he had learned most of Abel’s signature moves.
For the skills he had already acquired, proficiency skyrocketed even further.
“Tiger Cannon Fist,” “Gun Leg,” “Sixteen Style of High Fist”… and even “Curse Power Gang,” all of these trademark moves of Abel were now fully mastered.
This was precisely what Leonard Churchill had anticipated and desired.
But now that he had acquired what he wanted,
what he was looking forward to the most was the unleashing of Abel’s long-held-back new Mystery, muttering to himself from time to time, “Isn’t it ready to unleash yet…?”
He had also noticed that Abel was still building up power, surely waiting for the opportunity to deliver a strike that would kill with one blow!
“Heh heh…”
Leonard Churchill, far from feeling endangered upon realizing this, was actually looking forward to the opponent’s use of the technique.
Abel’s Curse Power was evidently more abundant than Leonard Churchill’s, and theoretically, if things dragged on, Abel had a chance to win.
However, as time passed, Abel also realized that Leonard Churchill had completely “copied” his moves.
The thought of being utterly drained and exploited felt like a naked humiliation.
Abel knew he was also a “human target” for the other.
The battle continued for quite some time until finally, he seized the opportunity.
That long-awaited Mystery was launched with a punch.
The blood-red Skeleton that whirled around his fist was like a tiger released from its seal, surging forward tumultuously.
“Here it comes!”
Leonard Churchill sensed the sudden volcanic surge of Killing Intent and realized that his opponent was making his final stand.
He had to admit that fighting an enemy with such rich experience required him to be fully alert, never to take the opponent lightly.
Abel had sought out a very subtle moment for this punch, making it inescapable.
Yet Leonard Churchill also had his own ace in the hole.
The Fighter Professional Sequence specialized in the three main attributes of “Strength,” “Tenacity,” and “Physique,” following the semi-tank professional route.
However, Leonard Churchill’s physical attributes were not just strong in these three aspects; he was strong in all attributes!
He also possessed the extraordinary “Agility” akin to that of an assassin!
With a “snap,” the sound of the air exploding.
As the punch suddenly surged toward him, Leonard Churchill’s feet fiercely pushed against the ground, and his entire body swiftly moved laterally by more than ten meters.
According to his calculations, this should have been more than enough to evade that Mystery punch.
However, just as Leonard Churchill retreated, his expression changed in an instant.
He then realized that he had miscalculated!
…
“Not good! A Directional Mystery!”
Leonard Churchill saw that retreating not only didn’t help him avoid the punch, but the blood-red ghastly Skeleton only grew larger in his vision, and he immediately sensed that something was amiss.
The punch had actually locked onto his trajectory?