Catastrophe Card King
Chapter 1761 - 535: Leaving

Chapter 1761: Chapter 535: Leaving

There is a lighthouse to the northwest of the central Gladiator Arena.

At this moment, three figures are sitting beside the lighthouse, watching two figures engaged in fierce battle in the distance.

Their fist force, like a torrent, creates explosive sounds in the air, clear and distinct even from several kilometers away.

The skinny David watches the Old Man with overwhelming fist power in the distance, clenching his fists, his whole body trembling slightly with excitement.

Having just been rescued by Leonard Churchill, he was extremely surprised to encounter him again here.

After he heard it was his Teacher’s last wish, he felt even more touched and guilty.

He originally wanted to come and save his Teacher, but unexpectedly, not only did he not help, but also got captured himself.

Now, watching the exaggerated action of the battle before him, David’s blood surges with excitement.

This is the first time he has seen his Teacher display his true strength.

Watching those fist techniques, sublime like a Demon God, an indelible shadow is etched into the youth’s heart.

David then glances at Leonard Churchill beside him with a deep gaze and finally couldn’t help but ask, "That... Mr. Leonard Churchill, what tier is Teacher now?"

Leonard Churchill raises his eyebrows and indifferently answers, "Seventh Rank."

"Oh."

David reveals a dawning comprehension.

Seventh Rank, in the eyes of ordinary people, is already a top-level fighter.

No wonder he is so formidable.

However, Leonard Churchill knows he has not understood and adds, "But the Old Man’s Seventh Rank is different from others. He has entered the ’Martial Saint’ Realm."

"Ah?"

David feels impressed without full comprehension, trying to grasp the meaning of these words.

Leonard Churchill doesn’t explain further, and casually says, "Simply put, in the path of martial skills, the Old Man has reached the apex among humans."

The Martial Arts Realm of Barre Shepherd is too high, even for him to only partly comprehend, let alone others.

But thinking of it, Leonard Churchill still reminds, "Pay close attention, this is the real secret of the ’Overlord Fist.’ Every move he makes now is a Mystery. Understanding even a bit of it cannot be equated with how many fist manuals you have seen..."

David nods seriously, "Hmm."

Peacock, standing aside without speaking, simply watches the two distant figures, with occasional flashes of unusual light in her crystal eyes.

She was already very astonished by Leonard Churchill and Sophia Jones’s incredible combat power they encountered in the Death Domain.

And now, she has come across two more.

The one with God-like power aside, it is the Martial Dao Realm of that Air Skill Master that she felt was beyond comprehension.

The three quietly observe the battle from the lighthouse.

In Giant Spirit City, fires rage everywhere at this moment, the blaze turning the entire sky crimson.

The revolt sweeps across the city like a torrent, unstoppable by anyone.

Brutality, death, revelry, fear, greed, despair... an array of intense emotions spread like a plague among the people.

Clashes and screams, wails, and sobs of pain.

Corpses lie in pools of blood, the air thick with the stench of blood.

The city, which seemed enlightened by day, has now turned into a Magical Beast Forest filled with primal beastliness at night.

Peacock looks at the rioting crowd and coldly comments, "You humans are truly cold-blooded. Not only are you cruel to other races, but you also do not hesitate to slaughter your own..."

Leonard Churchill listens but does not deny, and coolly replies, "Indeed. Humans, in fact, are no different from other Living Creatures..."

His voice trails off, teeming with deeper meaning.

It’s not directed at others but at the thoughts that begin to spread in his own mind.

In his eyes, there isn’t just a bloody scene, but also strands of different colored threads emanating from those corpses.

These are Cause and Effect threads.

Countless threads gradually converge into a flood, with people like pebbles in the stream, possessing no choice but to be swept along.

The uprising, like a flood, grows more intense.

As an observer, he glimpses the cause, beginning, and future of a riot that will go down in history.

For a moment, Leonard Churchill watches those threads surge toward him, his Soul feeling as if it’s drifting beyond the sky.

The sensation is wondrous, as if his soul has stepped out of time and is overlooking the raging torrents of history unfolding before him.

Unknowingly, a faint white light surrounds his body, making him appear almost translucent.

He stands there, yet seems not to belong to this space, becoming ethereal.

At this moment, the Law of War manifests in Leonard Churchill’s vision, becoming ever clearer.

David, noticing the anomaly on Leonard Churchill, worriedly turns to Peacock and asks, "That... sister, what’s happening to Mr. Leonard Churchill?"

Peacock takes a look and a flicker of surprise crosses her crystal eyes, then says, "He is comprehending the Law of War."

....

Before a victor is decided, no one could possibly retreat.

Barre Shepherd and the Blue Knight Konabos fought for an entire day, destroying over a dozen blocks, before a winner was determined.

Though the Air Skill Master’s Curse Power regenerated endlessly, it was no match for the blessing of the Will of an Outer God.

This revolt in Giant Spirit City was a Feast of Ascension specially prepared for the descendants of the Ceres Royal Family; Konabos had all advantages of time, location, and people, and from the start, he was destined not to fail.

Barre Shepherd did not lose even a single move in terms of martial skills but was ultimately defeated by the Chosen One whose understanding of the Law of War kept soaring.

Konabos defeated Barre Shepherd, blessed with Great Fortune, and led the remnants of the Blue Cross Legion through the city, commanding the Slave Army with unstoppable momentum.

This upheaval lasted for a full five days and nights.

Even though Sophia Jones and Aragon diverted nearly half of the rebellion’s manpower, the Blue Cross Army had deeper roots among the War Slaves.