Chapter 633: Chapter 212: Poker Round · Snow White_4
They saw beneath that composure lies elegance and extreme gentlemanliness?
Everyone couldn’t understand…
How could traits as vulgar and as refined, two seemingly contradictory qualities, coexist in one person?
However, the shock had just begun.
It was after the clown’s opening gesture at the gambling table that everyone suddenly saw a Demon God’s Phantom materialize behind him.
The clown looked at the crowd with a radiant, wide grin.
The Demon God behind him also looked at everyone and laughed loudly.
In an instant, an indescribable sense of eeriness abruptly overwhelmed everyone’s hearts.
“Look at the Demon God’s Phantom! It’s that S-tier fugitive!”
“…”
Upon seeing the Clown Demon God’s illusion, someone immediately recognized Leonard Churchill’s identity.
Appearances can be disguised, but a Demon God’s Phantom is unique.
Now, Lion City is plastered with arrest warrants.
But they also understood in a flash.
So, this man is indeed from the Thirteen Knights.
Only a member of that legendary organization could be so outrageous.
However, Queen Catherine’s expression wasn’t too good after seeing this scene.
This “dark card” disrupted her plan from just moments ago.
Now that the cards are revealed, her fourth card will inevitably be matched against the “Pursuer of Light.”
In the fourth round, no one could win, regardless of who played.
The first and second rounds were still anxiously ongoing.
It seemed the only variable was the third round.
But if I’m not mistaken, isn’t this clown man not yet Third Tier?
How could the game’s rules let the “card’s” strength equate to a whole Guard Corps?
Not just the queen, but everyone watching couldn’t understand.
Because the arrest warrant clearly stated that this S-tier fugitive did indeed have the strength of a Third Tier card master.
But that’s all there was to it.
In front of them, there was a Third Tier elite commander leading the Guard Corps!
…
Leonard Churchill didn’t mind the link to the Thirteen Knights; after all, when Kane was assassinated, the authorities had already connected him to that organization.
“Confirming” it now wouldn’t change his wanted status in the slightest.
At worst, a bit more bounty would be added.
Looking at the Heavy Armored Knight Group in front of him, Leonard stomped on the ground, and with a “snap,” he disappeared on the spot.
The next time he appeared, he had already transformed into a ferocious Werewolf as sturdy as steel.
The Knight Corps wasn’t just numerous and powerful; they specialized in combined military tactics.
This corps could surround and kill enemies several times stronger than them!
Seeing Leonard charge at them, the Knight Corps’ leader also shouted instantly, “Form up!”
The knights were already prepared; with rapid clicking sounds, over twenty people formed an Iron Barrel Formation.
This turtle formation, whether facing a legion charge or a strike from a powerful foe, was sufficient to adjust.
Leonard saw nowhere to strike on the steel battle formation and his eyes revealed a fierce smile.
Like a shot cannonball, he fearlessly slammed into it head-on.
With a “thud.”
This collision, like a hammer striking a shield, let out a deafening, landslide-like roar.
This foolishly brute method of attack also made onlookers outside the gambling table watch in confusion: Is this guy seeking death?
However, the next moment, when they saw that the magnificent Werewolf actually managed to open a gap in the battle formation, everyone was instantly shocked: such terrifying strength!
To forcibly break through a shield formation indicated that the Werewolf’s strength must be several times that of the knights behind the shields!
Nonetheless, the Knight Group was well-prepared.
As the gap was exposed by the impact, several sharp spears had already been thrust out from behind the shields.
This kind of killer move was nothing new on the battlefield.
This aggressive collision left no room for retreat; unable to pull back in time, one would inevitably be impaled.
Yet, just when those outside the gambling table thought they were about to witness a bloodbath,
suddenly they heard a “clang, clang, clang” of metallic resonance beside their ears.
The spears striking the Werewolf’s body seemed not to pierce flesh but rather an iron lump.
Even the few spears that managed to break the skin couldn’t penetrate fully; only a flash of blood was seen.
Witnesses to this bizarre scene found themselves holding their breaths.
Upon closer inspection,
underneath that needle-like wolf fur, one could see a layer of bronze-colored skin and complex Curse Seals.
Catherine Carter’s brows furrowed slightly and said: “Curse Seal and Supreme Tyrant Body? This guy has consolidated Curse Seals so quickly?”
A moment ago she had been somewhat worried about Leonard Churchill, but now, seeing his exaggerated defensive power, that thought instantly vanished.
With just this move alone, it would be difficult for a Third Tier card master to kill him without some special ability.
…
“Heh heh…”
Leonard Churchill paid no attention to the insignificant wounds on his body.
He reached out and grabbed the spears, pulling fiercely, and a few Heavy Armored Knights were yanked out.
Almost in midair, he began to weave rings of force ripples around his fists, pounding his fists toward the chests of the Heavy Armored Knights.
“Boom!”
Leonard’s proficiency in “Two-pole collapse” had already reached Lv.5, and his punching power was fully integrated.
Coupled with Demonic Solution, these two fists immediately funneled the force into the armor.
The two Heavy Armored Knights did not have any chance to defend, and they spat a mouthful of blood onto their visors with a “spurt.”
Leonard had no intention of dragging out the fight; after swiftly dispatching the two, he had already broken through the Knight Battle Formation.
Not waiting for the Iron Barrel Formation to close again, his fists suddenly wrapped in strands of dark thread.
At this distance, it was close enough!
His fingers clenched as if a strange gravitational pull had formed in the void, and before the several Heavy Armored Knights could grasp what was happening, they suddenly felt unstable and stumbled out.
Leonard, seeing the enemies delivered before his chest, launched two more punches with a “boom,” “boom.”
He killed another two!
The “Celestial Godfall” Secret Skill he had painstakingly practiced these days was truly effective.
Though it was simply the tip of the iceberg, even if the enemy was aware of it, it was unstoppable.
Leonard’s goal was very clear; he ignored the Third Tier Knight leader and first took out these shield formation members. Once the battle formation broke, these men were sitting ducks.
He used the same trick again.
Gravitational pull and explosive punches.
In the blink of an eye, he had already created an opening in the battle formation.
Who would have thought that he’d break through the “Iron Barrel Formation” with a moment’s inattention?
It was the least impressive round of the four poker rounds, with both parties of the lowest tier, yet it provided the most thrilling performance.
It was Leonard’s blunt fighting style and exaggerated combat power that almost instantly appeared to determine the outcome of the “third poker round.”
This scene left not only the guests outside the gambling table dumbfounded,
but also Queen Catherine’s face turned dark in an instant.
And Catherine Carter’s eyes were full of disbelief: “Has this guy really become so strong?!”
She could never have imagined that in just a short time after not seeing him, Leonard’s combat power had become so outrageously strong.