Catastrophe Card King

With a spin kick from Leonard Churchill, and a swift two blasts from the gun jammed on the werewolf’s throat, he didn’t forget to lift his other gun to aim a shot towards the lady Spirit Communicator, who was preparing to dispatch her own card.

He had seen that Tracy Garcia was in danger trying to save him.

“Bang!”

The gunshot echoed.

A silhouette fell in response.

Tracy glanced at the werewolf that fell next to her, momentarily stunned.

Their eyes met, and she saw a hint of humor in those indifferent eyes, as if she heard a reminder in her ear, “don’t lose focus.”

Finally, the bob-haired lady snapped out of her surprise.

More and more werewolves gathered, making firearms more and more strenuous.

The cunning monsters discovered that the weapons spewing fire posed a deadly threat to them, triggering an instinctual defense.

Despite Leonard Churchill’s persistent effort to pinpoint their weakness, his hit rate was declining.

If it continued like this, escaping would prove to be difficult.

The D-class werewolf Catastrophe from earlier was only injured, not killed.

At the moment, it hid in the dark, eyeing its prey menacingly, its deadly intent shadowing them.

The pressure kept mounting.

Leonard Churchill clearly felt a tingling sensation on his scalp, a looming sense of death.

If he didn’t prepare now, the next moment could plunge him into danger. Moreover, he had taken some time to observe earlier. While Tracy Garcia, Liam Martinez, and Alison were competent in combat, their combined strength was less than that of Camilla.

With just the four of them, having to face a B-level Catastrophe monster led by a werewolf was enormously risky.

“Looks like we’re getting serious.”

Leonard Churchill made a decision in his heart.

He’d intended to avoid revealing his true strength in front of others unless absolutely necessary.

But the present situation clearly wouldn’t allow for that.

Having made up his mind, he put it into action.

Leonard Churchill’s strength attribute, nearing “11” now, had reached the standard of a Peak Card Disciple.

But this was achieved by devouring.

Not his own training.

Muscles would atrophy without external stimulation, and he didn’t want to waste these hard-won attributes.

His current training intensity was far from maintaining this level of strength.

So, he resorted to a traditional method of training for Black Knights- weight-bearing.

Even in the duplication, he wore Weighted Equipment at all times.

After fending off another werewolf, Leonard Churchill didn’t continue to attack full swing.

He hastily shoved one of the revolvers into his holster, reciprocating the attack with the other, while his other hand unclasped the metal wrist guard on his right hand.

“Click” it sounded.

Not having time to put it away in his Storage Ring, he simply tossed it to the side into the mine. After all, such Weighted Equipment wasn’t worth much.

Then the left wristband, his belt…

Each weighing 20 kilograms, 40 kilograms for the ankle guards, 80 kilograms for the led belt, and 80 kilograms for the bulletproof vest.

As he ran, he threw them into the mines on the side.

This wasn’t his maximum weight load.

But this weight just managed to keep his muscles in good condition without affecting general combat.

Just like before.

But not now.

Behind him, Tracy Garcia and the others, hearing the sudden halving of gunfire, wondered if he had been injured or ran out of ammunition.

But a glimpse showed Leonard Churchill throwing his gear while running?

This peculiar behavior left the three of them baffled.

But the next second, they were left speechless upon realizing.

The smaller pieces of equipment made no impression when thrown into the mine.

But the bulletproof vest, due to its size and weight, didn’t go far.

It landed right on the lower mine trail.

Then, a “thud” echoed.

Like a large rock dropping, a deep, heart-shaking sound echoed in the mine.

Seeing this,

It was then that Tracy Garcia and the others came to understand what the discarded gear was.

Their eyes twitched.

What…was going on?

Was this guy wearing this the whole way?

Tracy Garcia’s eyes sparkled as she recalled when she had attempted to help

Leonard Churchill earlier, and he said, “I can manage in combat.”

So he wasn’t bluffing, but actually incredibly strong.

Alison was at a loss for words to express her feelings.

The extreme disparity contrasted her judgment, and she admired in her heart

“Little Garcia’s friend is… really strong.”

He’s at least a lot stronger than she, a Ninth-Stage card-user ranger.

Liam Martinez was also taken aback.

Weight-bearing is a mandatory training for Black Knights, he had an inkling what it was when he first saw Leonard throwing things.

This guy was even stronger than he thought.

Liam Martinez ridiculed himself,

and then let out a light laugh.

He wasn’t exactly narrow-minded, his previous concern was his comrade being deceived, it wasn’t really anything personal.

Realizing now, that this “Leonard Churchill” was genuinely skilled as Tracy Garcia mentioned.

He was comfortable admitting that he was wrong.

And now with the B-level difficulty.

It’s always good to have stronger teammates.

Liam Martinez waved his longsword, inflicting severe wounds on a werewolf and pressed on.

Once Leonard Churchill shed the weight, he suddenly felt as light as a swallow. Indeed, the werewolves’ strength and agility matched that of high-ranking card master apprentices, probably around 7-10 points.

But Leonard Churchill’s attributes were a solid near-u in all aspects!

With such an attribute advantage, even if he deliberately disguises as a Black Kmght Sequence, without displaying too exaggerated agility, it was enough to crush most ordinary werewolves..