Catastrophe Card King-Chapter 192 - 96: The First Demon’s Horn_4

Chapter 192: Chapter 96: The First Demon’s Horn_4

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But those who survive must have some real skills.

The kid wasn’t weak either.

But if they had to do it again, neither of them might survive.

Without revealing much of his abilities, Leonard Churchill didn’t bother explaining.

The average hunters didn’t have much of value on them. Leaving some behind counted as sharing spoils from the final blow on the Catastrophe.

After quickly gathering the spoils of war, he turned and entered the forest alone.

As Leonard walked away,

Elder Clinton heaved a long sigh of relief, “Ah, that guy finally left. With his murderous intent, if I’d dared to refuse him, I’m afraid we would have been in trouble.”

The kid looked at Elder Clinton, not at all scared, and smoothed his lips, “Grandpa ~ He was powerful, but not that intimidating, right?”

Looking back, he stated what he’d observed, “His combat technique is still raw, and merely of ‘Intermediate Combat’ level. Any guard from the Lionheart Family is more powerful. He’s just slightly more agile than the average Black Knight.”

Hearing this, Elder Clinton chuckled, “That werewolf dared to insist on buying because he thought the same. Look at what happened to him now?”

“But it wasn’t him who…”

The youngster wanted to argue that it wasn’t Leonard who killed them.

But recalling the image of that arrowhead exploding, the more he thought about it, the more unfathomable it seemed.

Without waiting for the kid to understand, the elder continued, “Sinless City is a brutal place, unlike the Rich Ore Layer. It’s not overrun with spoilt young masters and misses who rely solely on skill cards. Without real skills, survival’s impossible here. Intermediate Combat only means one thing. That guy’s advancement time is too short and he hasn’t had enough time to merge his martial skills with his body. He was deliberately practicing on monsters. That is to say, his promotion to the official Curse Card Master was not due to Intermediate Combat, but he’s hiding his real skills. Even the Black Knight professional sequence might just be a disguise.”

“Huh?”

The boy was bewildered.

Not quite understanding, he asked again, “But how did that guy know the Demon Archer was hiding in the forest and hadn’t left? And how was he so sure it would attack?”

“Did you really think he was so foolish, babbling away for half a day for nothing?”

The elder counter-asked, answering himself, “He never intended to sell the Demon’s Horn. His mind was set on killing from the beginning. The werewolf would have died whether it spoke up or not. Its only value in living a little longer was as bait.”

As he adeptly cleared up bodies, he added, “He despises associating with such petty people, yet can’t suppress his underlying urge to kill. A very contradictory person. Hard to figure out…”

At his words, the boy blinked and asked curiously, “Grandpa, could you defeat him?”

Elder Clinton spat out in disgust, his expression clearly saying ‘don’t bother me’, “Tch, with these few tricks I have, I can barely save my own life, let alone shine.”

And then, he added, “Pack up, we’re ready to leave.”

Youngster: “But you haven’t got a hundred points yet.”

Elder Clinton smirked cunningly, “The corpses have some on their merit badges. He watched as you unnecessarily delivered a final blow and generously shared some points with us. How considerate of him. Oh, of course, he may have been in a hurry to chase the Demon Archer, and he might not have time to pick up trash. Either way, these corpses are a windfall for us.”

Compared to the bodies, the boy seemed more interested in something else: “Ah… Is he chasing the archer?”

The elder was nonchalant, “What else? Would he go to the trouble of luring it out to shoot an arrow if it wasn’t to chase the archer?”

Only then did the boy fully understand and he exclaimed in surprise, “Can he catch up? I mean…he might be a mixed-blood Dark Elf, a born hunter. It’s almost impossible for anyone to catch him in this kind of environment. Even agility series card masters can’t.”

The elder shook his head, “That’s why I said you are still far behind him. Just because you can’t do it, doesn’t mean others can’t.”

“Grandpa, how do you know? Did you find out he has some tricks up his sleeve?” freeweb novel. com

“Just because I didn’t figure it out, that’s why he left so quickly. Otherwise, if we saw some secrets, we might have been silenced.”

“I feel he would never do that.”

“What do you know, kid.”

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“I guess he’s probably after that young master of the Lionheart Family… Anyway, it doesn’t matter why he came to this alternate dimension, it has nothing to do with us. I used a secret skill to question the demon’s corpse earlier, but I didn’t find what I was looking for. Let’s go, there’s no point in staying in this space.”

“Ah…But I still want to see what War Mode looks like.”

“See it my ass! Isn’t it good to be alive? You, next time don’t attract attention like that. I’ve told you many times, keeping a low profile is how you live longer…”

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The grandfather and grandson cleaned up the bodies, bantering all the way, and casually returning to the fortress..

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