Catastrophe Card King-Chapter 856 - 269: The Old Man, the Second Solution, Puppet Master (Requesting Monthly Tickets)

Chapter 856: Chapter 269: The Old Man, the Second Solution, Puppet Master (Requesting Monthly Tickets)

Suddenly, a nondescript old man appeared, as if pressing the pause button on the battle, and the ruined street block immediately became quiet.

Barre Shepherd just stood there lazily, dressed in coarse linen clothes, with worn-out cloth shoes and messy hair, indistinguishable from a common old man.

However, on the battlefield, Demon God’s Phantoms lurked in all directions, and the laws of various Domains were aggressively pressing in.

It was a deadly oppression that could make one’s breath stall.

But bizarrely, this frail-looking old man showed no hint of distress under the overwhelming pressure of several legendary figures.

Like a lone flat boat amidst raging waves, he stood unflinchingly still.

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There was even a hint of boredom and a pout on his face.

With such a sloppy demeanor, the Overlord Fist that had exploded like a volcanic meteor just a moment ago seemed as if it couldn’t have come from him.

Yet, only true top fighters could understand the difficulty of such perfect Control Air.

The punch that was just thrown was like a steam boiler releasing a powerful force… that wasn’t the difficult part.

The real challenge was that, after the explosion, the “Air” was perfectly retracted, not leaking even a bit.

There were many top-level card masters present, but none of them could consciously achieve this level.

Just by seeing this standard of Controlling Air, everyone realized that this person must be a top-level fighter.

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“Who is this old man?”

“I don’t know. He looks very old; he must be someone who became famous decades ago. He seems to be an Air Skill Master in the Fighter Sequence, which is strange, for I’ve lived half my life and don’t recall such a person.”

“Could he be the mysterious leader of the Revolutionary Army?”

“How could that be possible? Although no one knows what the leader of the Revolutionary Army looks like, he’s certainly not old.”

“…”

The crowd whispered among themselves.

Catherine Carter’s expression grew increasingly strange as she thought, “Is this another one of that guy’s ‘reinforcements’?”

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She hadn’t forgotten that Leonard Churchill had mentioned having help before he took action.

When Sophia Jones from the Revolutionary Army appeared, Catherine was a bit surprised.

But since Leonard Churchill knew her, she could sort of understand that.

But what about this enigmatic old man who had suddenly appeared?

Even with Catherine’s extensive knowledge, she couldn’t think of any high-level fighter she knew or had heard of who matched this description.

As these thoughts flashed through her mind, she noticed from the corner of her eye the old man’s protective stance in front of Leonard Churchill.

A sudden realization struck Catherine.

She suddenly remembered that the Breathing Method practiced by Leonard Churchill was “Gluttony” from the Fifty-two Demonic God Secret Skill.

Her heart trembled with shock as she thought, “Could it be that person from eighty years ago?”

Was that figure from legend still alive?

Catherine instantly felt the likelihood was great.

The first time she encountered the Brotherhood’s Abel using that Demon God Secret Skill in Sinless City, she speculated that the extinct Shepherd family lineage might have been passed on.

But she had never imagined that a legendary figure from eighty years ago would still be alive!

With astonishment trembling in her bright eyes, Catherine thought, “Could it be that Leonard Churchill is that person’s disciple?!”

Had that guy really hidden himself so deeply?

This Silver Mist Rose looked at Leonard Churchill’s face again and the solemnity on her pretty face finally relaxed.

At the same time, she breathed a huge sigh of relief in her heart.

It was always better for a friend and ally to be alive.

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The four Legendary Guards stood by the side of the New King of Orlan.

Both sides thus remained in a tense standoff, exchanging glares.

Being a king exalted high above others, Arthur, who wielded the law of kingship, was also not willing to lower his head.

He looked at the old man and asked in a deep voice, “Who might you be?”

“…”

Barre Shepherd, disdaining the condescending tone, simply dug at his ear, showing little inclination to respond.

This act of contempt was something the New King of Orlan, who had never tolerated insolence, found difficult to hide the cold fury in his eyes.

The solemn demeanor of the four Legendary Guards beside him was a constant reminder not to act rashly.

He knew it was irrational to offend such a powerful figure.

But the current stand-off was clearly indicating that the other party was an enemy.

The situation was already a matter of life and death.

Yet the old man showed no intention of taking action or responding.

The atmosphere instantly stiffened awkwardly.

Had it been anyone else, even a legendary fighter daring to speak to him in such a manner, Arthur would have immediately ordered them dismembered.

Nevertheless, the standstill couldn’t continue indefinitely.

Arthur didn’t feel he would be intimidated by an old man.

Suppressing his anger and considering the bigger picture, he spoke for the last time, “I have no desire to be hostile with a top-level card master like you. But this ‘Divine Ruins Treasure House’ is indeed the supreme treasure of the Augustus lineage. It seems inappropriate for you all to cause such a disturbance here, don’t you think?”

For a “Tyrant,” he was being quite restrained with his words.

Hearing this, Barre Shepherd showed some willingness to engage.

He ignored the issue of the Mysterious Realm’s ownership, and responded to the earlier question, “What this old body is called isn’t important anymore. What is important is that I intend to protect these two people.”

Hearing this, Arthur’s face twitched.

It seemed the old man had no intention of fighting, nor did he harbor any ill will that necessitated a fight to the death.

Staff members whispered advice in his ear, and he forcefully repressed the rage in his heart, responding, “Fine! Since you put it that way, I shall grant you this face.”

With that, he glanced again at the severely wounded Sophia Jones and Leonard Churchill and snorted coldly, “I just hope you keep your people in check so they don’t stir up any unnecessary conflicts!”