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Having been through a tug-of-war between life and death, Leonard Churchill inwardly remarked: “This guy really is a handful…”

However, a moment later, he wasn’t surprised at all.

There’s no such thing as killing without risk.

If you want to kill someone, you must be prepared for the possibility of being killed yourself.

If he lacked even this elementary scheme, he would not have survived the previous siege on the Golden Oak, let alone come to trouble himself.

He took no chances to tarry, promptly activating Shadow Submarine and dissolving into the darkness.

Watching Leonard’s figure disappear into the darkness, not far from him, a burnt doctor also stood up.

It was apparent that he was surprised as well. He managed to escape?

With his leg bone severed by that attack and the strong paralysis poison at play, how could an average person escape?

“Did he have a Special Antidote…”

Hensen thought of something and was surprised that his opponent would have such a top-tier antidote.

However, soon after, he sneered.

On that flying knife, it was not just the paralysis poison but also a special strain of bacteria that even an antidote can’t handle.

Although this special strain of bacteria would go undetected by others, he could clearly sense it.

Even now, without a medium, that guy’s location couldn’t be concealed anymore.

With this in mind, he pursued steadily without showing signs of urgency.

Leonard Churchill leaped from a broken floorboard, swung a mechanical hook on his arm for leverage, and elegantly emerged into the darkness of the next

floor.

just as he had barely landed, the bomb he left behind on his route was detonated.

Leonard was not surprised that the enemy pursued him. What he didn’t understand was how ineffective the bomb was against this guy.

Hearing the explosion sound from above, Leonard Churchill doubted for a moment whether he had bought a fake.

But the explosive power was very real, undoubtedly authentic.

Yet, it didn’t kill him?

Moreover, from the direction of the explosion, Leonard could discern that his adversary was following the same route that he had just taken.

In other words, he was being tracked.

The spirit medium had been cast off already.

So, there’s only one possibility.

A thought flashed through Leonard’s mind rapidly. Looking at his own wound, he made a judgement, “Did he leave tracking bacteria in my wound…”

The Plague Doctor is not just proficient in using poisons, but also well-versed in researching different plagues.

To the vast majority of people in this world, “plague” is akin to divination, an inexplicably mysterious technique.

However, for Leonard Churchill, a crosser, the so-called “plague” is nothing more than viruses and bacteria invisible to the naked eye.

The Special Antidote is a high-class nobility exclusive potion that can’t be bought even in the black market.

It acts as an indiscriminate high-efficiency detoxifier, capable of purging nearly all conventional toxins from one’s body.

If it’s not taking effect now, it means that the bacteria pose no substantial harm to the body.

With this inference, Leonard Churchill, who had a cleaning potion in his storage ring, no longer felt anxious about its use.

After all, his enemy no longer stood a chance.

Right from the start, when that guy didn’t shoot his leg bone with a scalpel, he forfeited his only chance to take me down.

After absorbing more than half of the extraordinary traits of the second spirit medium, Leonard Churchill’s physical attributes weren’t merely strong in a single aspect.

He was robust in every dimension!

It was not just strength at 7.1 and constitution at 6.9, but now his agility had reached a staggering 7-2.

He felt his body as light as a swallow now. His farthest leap could cover twenty or thirty meters. Plus, with such complex terrain, unless he encountered a 2n Fallen agility type assassin on his way, other card master occupations even at the Third Tier might not be able to catch up with him.

Let alone a lone Second Tier Plague Doctor?

Moreover, although he had been slashed, it wasn’t all bad news.

At the very least, Leonard had confirmed that the attack distance of the enemy’s flying knife should be within a hundred meters.

As long as he maintained this safe distance, the danger would be minimal.

He was now deliberately feigning injury and limping, deciding to give it another shot.

Not only because he was reluctant to give up that one-third of the spirit medium, but he also wanted to attempt whether he had a chance to kill this guy-

Furthermore, a question kept surfacing in his heart: How could that guy, who had been bombed to a crisp, still seem so spry and energetic?

Not long after Leonard jumped down.

Looking back, he saw a green glowing figure also leaping down after him.

At this moment the truth came to light.

The green glow was the key factor enabling this guy to survive.

This time he didn’t disguise himself.

Visible to the naked eye, the scorched skin on his body sloughed off like a molt, and then new tender flesh grew, turning green with a malignant hue.

The man seemed to possess an immortal body. In the blink of an eye, his body seemed to have returned to normal.

So that’s how it was!

Seeing this scene, Leonard Churchill came to himself, expressing his marvel, “This technique is so powerful…”

just now, his telekinesis guided flying knife just attests to the power of ancient relics.

However, this Bone Regeneration spell left him greatly astounded.

So this was the method that allowed this guy to escape from the circle of elite Golden Oak fighters?

If he could learn this secret skill, damn…

If a plague mage possesses a near-immortal body, and he could command this physical durability, who could ever kill him?

For a moment, thoughts raced through Leonard’s mind.

Now, there’s another reason to continue drawing this out.

Although he watched this guy regenerate from a skeleton with his own eyes and get healed by that eerie green light after being hit by the explosion severa

times.

But upon seeing this, Leonard was reassured.

At first he didn’t understand, thinking it was some mysterious technique he couldn’t comprehend.

But now he understood.

He was a believer in science and also believed in the conservation of energy in all things.

This healing technique was indeed outrageous, but the energy source for card masters to perform their fights is Curse Power. Surely, you can’t keep using it indefinitely, can you?

A Second Tier professional wouldn’t really have some kind of “immortal body”, just keep dragging it out. If his Curse Power is excessively consumed, there’s no saying that he couldn’t be killed.

Leonard was certain of this.

He carried seven or eight storage rings on him, with abundant stocks of bombs and landmines.

Now he would gamble to see if his stockpile could deplete the enemy’s Curse Power and find a counterattack opportunity.

He didn’t have to worry about hiding his tracks anymore, he could even turn around and shoot at that guy a few times, and throw a few hand grenades is

way.

While annihilation bombs don’t pose a big threat to second-tier professionals, the energy consumed by shooting is just pulling the trigger, whereas blocking bullets inevitably consumes more curse power.

The only downside was, this method of fighting is very costly.

Just listening to the sounds, “bang” “bang”… tens or hundreds of thousands are gone.

But as long as he won, not only could he recoup the losses, but he could also make a profit!

If he managed to acquire that mysterious self-healing secret skill and the spirit medium, it would be worth the risk.

All he had to do now was be careful not to fall within the range of the enemy’s flying knife, or take the same path over and over again.

Leonard Churchill wasn’t the clueless card master apprentice when he first traveled to this world, he had already learned many battle methods of curse card masters.

Maintaining a distance was the right choice.

As a professional actor, he would subtly give the enemy the hope of catching up, yet never let them actually do so.

He had a good handle on this balance.

Then, drain their resources through kiting.

He spent some time this way in the dark underworld.

Obviously, Leonard’s tactics were correct.

The “Plague Doctor” Hensen who was chasing after him, the green light on his body visibly weakened.

He gradually began to feel that something was off.

After chasing for a while, he only then noticed that every time he was about to catch up, that guy would always use a mechanical hook to jump ahead an create some safe distance.

Then the cycle repeated.

Even though that guy appeared to have broken his leg, the fact was, he had never been caught up to.

Hensen wasn’t a dummy, he figured his slash earlier didn’t hurt the leg bone.

He kept chasing, just because he couldn’t give up.

Leonard wants to kill him, but doesn’t he want to capture Leonard too?

His intuition told him that only by catching Leonard, can he solve the mystery of the attack on the base and the discovery of the spirit medium.

Hensen’s original gamble was that he could chase his opponent into a dead end, or force him to return to the previously traversed tunnels, so that the plague traps he left along the way could come into play.

However, that guy was like a nimble monkey, always giving him the slip.

Hensen realized Leonard’s intention.

Maintaining a secret skill consumes a lot of curse power and lifeforce, if you can’t take down the enemy in a short time, the situation will become increasingly passive.

After another chase, still, he could not catch up.

It was at this point, Hensen was completely discouraged, he cursed under his breath, “Damn, how can there be such a deep dungeon here…”

The moment he decided to stop, he had the intention to retreat.

“You’re not going to chase any longer? What a shame…

Seeing the green figure hundreds of meters away stop, Leonard looked rather helpless.

The tier difference was too vast, he didn’t have an effective means to take down his opponent.

This was just an attempt.

Unexpectedly, after trying, it really didn’t work.

Such a pity to waste my million munitions.

Alas…

Leonard was initially planning to wear his opponent down using the terrain and had set up several Mysterious Thunder traps he considered perfect, but the

effect was not ideal.

If this was a normal second-tier, it might have actually worked.

But this guy’s weird self-healing ability was just too outrageous, even when blown up to the point where his bones were visible, he still wouldn’t die.

He spent half a day exhausting his ammunition and depleted quite a bit, but his enemy was still full of vitality.

From his demeanor, it seemed like he wanted to turn back.

If this guy wanted to return, Leonard didn’t dare to follow.

If he went back the same way, he would most likely be taught a lesson by the poison traps left behind by the other party.

There’s a saying among card masters: don’t close in on card masters who use poison, and don’t play “into the wind”.

Any air that such a card master has breathed might be poisonous.

So Leonard had always been very careful, always running in front, not giving the one behind him any opportunities.

But as it turned out, although he couldn’t die himself.

He couldn’t kill the other person either.

just when Leonard thought it would end in a stalemate, and his ammunition was wasted for nothing.

Suddenly, a miraculous reversal occurred.

A spear fell from the heavens!

Without warning, in the darkness, a spear emitting white light like thunder shot out.

The timing was extremely well-calculated. The moment the Doctor turned around to go back, the spear impaled his chest like lightning.

The force was so great, he was thrown back several meters by the spear, and with a “clang” he crashed against a stone pillar.

Leonard’s pupils also constricted sharply: “There are others!”

He too was startled by this sudden change of situation.

It turned out that while they were chasing each other all this way, a third party had been following behind?

However, his gaze was attracted by the spear.

Relic- Cursed Spear

Explanation: Level III Ancient Relic; Sharpness +3, Hardness ₊9, Sacred ₊2, Armor Piercing ₊35%i An imitation of the dragon-slaying artifact, possesses the magical effect of preventing a dragon’s wound from healing; Causes the target to suffer 90% of the banned therapy heavy injury effect upon hit.

“Banned Therapy?”

Seeing the effect of the relic, Leonard vaguely guessed that these people seemed to be here specifically for this old disciple.

The moment the spear pierced the Doctor’s chest, a bright light lit up. The light seemed to have a strong aggressive quality, suppressing the healing green light in an instant.

With this one spear, the guy’s previously capable self-healing ^abilitV could regenerate flesh from bone was now ineffective. The wounds didn t heal, instead, the blood burst forth.

Seeing this, Leonard knew it was an opportunity.

No matter who the newcomer was, kill off one enemy first.

His expression hardened and he raised his hand to fire two shots.

The guy was nailed to the wall and was unable to struggle free, his body protection curse power also shattered by a large amount, the two shots accurately hit his eyes.

This time, blood splattered everywhere.

The Doctor died on the spot.

No matter how strong the newcomer was.

If he couldn’t fight back, he wouldn’t be scared either.

After firing, Leonard didn’t bother to look at the corpse, and instead looked at the three mysterious people who suddenly appeared on the upper floor..