Chapter 790: Chapter 253: This scar I left you, is your glory for a lifetime!_3
Just one glance, and the scene was branded into his mind, lingering incessantly, “How could this guy be so formidable?”
In the Third Tier Domain, Barre Shepherd had considered the possibility that someone might be stronger than him.
But in the Air Skill Domain, absolutely not!
However, the distance was too close; he hadn’t prepared himself well enough, allowing his opponent to strike first.
This time, he was unavoidably hit!
With a “thud” of a punch, it was like two high-pressure Cyclones colliding, the grass around them instantly getting torn away.
Amidst the chaotic Cyclone, Barre Shepherd, in order to dissipate the force, had no choice but to be sent flying backward.
He flew more than ten meters, rolling several times on the grass before stabilizing his body.
Leonard Churchill stood in place, his eyes flashing with a bit of surprise as he looked at the other guy: Huh, he really is strong.
Although he had held back just now, could the Old Man have comprehended Air to such a degree when he was young?
Barre Shepherd steadied himself, his expression becoming incredibly serious.
In just an instant, he knew his opponent was very strong.
But there was not a trace of anger or humiliation on his face, only a burning Fighting Intent.
He clashed his fists together, uttering softly, “Curse Seal·Release!”
Once again, the layer of Gang Air around his body surged a foot higher, and intricate Curse Seal patterns appeared on his skin.
His aura spiked several times over from before.
It was clear he was taking things seriously now.
The mere external leakage of the terrifying Curse Power was like looking at a steam boiler constantly spewing steam.
Leonard Churchill thought to himself: He really is a Martial Arts fanatic.
Barre Shepherd didn’t waste words either; he stomped on the land, charging forward fiercely.
At the same time, his fists began to coil with faint lightning, crackling ominously.
In the blink of an eye, he closed a significant distance—thrusting out a punch from over a dozen meters away, a bolt of lightning aimed straight for the face.
Leonard Churchill saw the approaching lightning and murmured to himself, “Mystery·Thunderbolt Collapse… His proficiency is very high.”
This move incorporated an Elements attack, a long-range group attack with an elemental paralysis effect that could cause one’s movements to stiffen.
It had control and damage output; certainly a high-quality Mystery.
However, correspondingly, it was extremely difficult to master.
Generally speaking, a Third Tier practitioner mastering it to this extent was almost impossible.
But this young man, Barre Shepherd, had executed it with ease.
Leonard Churchill, seeing this, was cautious, but he neither dodged nor avoided.
His hands also wrapped in a layer of purple lightning Elements, his fingers clawed menacingly as he abruptly reached for the approaching lightning bolt.
At the moment of contact, the veins on the back of his hand bulged, as if he had grabbed hold of a struggling giant live serpent.
Just then, a few steps away, Barre Shepherd, who had been wearing a cold smile and feeling certain of victory, suddenly froze, unable to believe what he was seeing: My Thunderbolt Collapse was caught?
Avoiding it, blocking it, smashing it… all these he could understand.
But having his Thunderbolt Collapse caught was inconceivable!
In a moment of shock, he suddenly came to a realization.
This meant that the opponent had an extremely high affinity for lightning Elements and a profound understanding of this Fist Method!
Looking at the astonished expression on the young man’s face, Leonard Churchill grinned: Then it’s time to teach you a lesson!
The young Barre Shepherd had extraordinary talent and his proficiency in Martial Skills was high, but his overconfidence had made his moves leave no room for maneuver.
Were he to encounter a real enemy, he would have been dead after the first two exchanges!
Barre Shepherd shouted in his mind and instinctively took a defensive stance, his hands guarding his front, transitioning from offense to defense.
A “crack” of thunder sounded.
The scorched figure was sent flying once again.
This scene left everyone from the Song Family speechless.
It seemed like… they had just seen Barre Shepherd flying off again?
If it could be said that the first time he was not prepared, after this second time… even the most self-deceiving could acknowledge that the young man they were up against was very strong.
The entire field fell silent.
Not a sound to be heard.
And as the sole cheerleader for Leonard Churchill, Vera Williams’s worry finally dissipated, replaced by an excited smile as she cheered unabashedly, “Wow… Mr. Leonard Churchill is so amazing!”
However, as soon as the words left her mouth, Barre Shepherd, who had been sent flying backward, stood up with a cold expression, his aura suddenly shifting.
If before his overflowing Curse Power Strong Air resembled a blazing fire, now it was like a cold, murderous blade.
The scene made all the High-Order Card Masters watching the battle in the manor twitch.
At the second-floor window, Old Master Williams who was observing the duel was also concerned.
The captain of the Song Family’s guard, Ray, a Fifth Tier “Black Knight,” also narrowed his eyes, “That kid truly is the Martial Arts prodigy of the Shepherd family, a once in a century talent. He has already comprehended to this extent, has he…”
As he spoke, he looked towards Old Master Williams, concerned, “Master, should I step in? The young man is about to use Demonic Solution. Once he does, I’m afraid even a Fourth Tier might not be able to control him. If this continues, we might not be able to stop the fight.”
Old Master Williams was also frowning, but his gaze stayed on the young man in the white tailcoat for a moment, then pondered for a moment, “Wait a bit. That young man called Leonard Churchill is not that simple either.”
At this moment, most of the onlookers in the manor had not yet realized what had happened.
All they felt was that when Barre Shepherd stood up this time, he seemed different, not like a Knight anymore.
Only a handful of Tier Three or higher card masters vaguely understood something.
But no one stood up to intervene.
Leonard Churchill remained composed as ever, looking at the rolling Magical Power rising from the young man in front of him, already guessing what his opponent was about to do.