Catastrophe Card King

Chapter 861: Chapter 270: Puppeteer? Old Man Strikes Four!_2

The killing intent was quietly hidden.

Suddenly, as if a critical point had been reached, a sound like blocks collapsing rang out.

A terrifying scene promptly unfolded!

The entire world before their eyes collapsed at that instant.

The whole street disintegrated into rubble.

Not just the buildings, but everything!

Buildings, monster corpses, scattered weapons… even the laws that had coalesced around them all crumbled into dust.

And a few unlucky onlookers who were watching from a distance exploded into a cloud of blood mist.

This sonic curse had disintegrated everything.

Only high in the sky stood Barre Shepherd, seemingly unaffected.

Even so, his linen clothes disintegrated, leaving him in tattered shorts, his lean muscles exposed.

….

“This… such a bizarre method!”

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At a distance, Leonard Churchill had nothing but astonishment in his eyes.

He had seen sonic attacks before.

Catherine Carter was an artist of the [Club 7 – Singer] path.

This kind of attack was indeed hard to defend against.

However, it was also his first time truly witnessing the terror of a legendary-level sonic attack.

If he hadn’t retreated in time just now, without even making a move, the widespread AOE damage could have outright killed him.

No wonder this “Puppeteer” could annihilate a nation by himself…

This method was simply outrageous.

Glancing over at the shirtless Barre Shepherd, Leonard also realized the danger was far greater than what met the eye.

But he was puzzled, “How could the sonic wave bypass Protective Gang Air?”

The clothes were shattered, which meant the sonic wave had reached the old man’s body.

Yet strangely, the Gang Air was left intact.

Sophia Jones, who was also nearby, appeared solemn and puzzled as well.

….

Barre Shepherd glanced at his tattered clothes and with an indifferent raise of his eyebrows, saw through the mystery.

He said, “Hey, did the sonic vibration find the frequency gap in the oscillation of my Gang Air, resonating and penetrating through it? Tsk tsk… Ignoring defense, your curse really has opened the old man’s eyes.”

He had noticed it, but didn’t avoid it.

Because he knew it was unavoidable.

He had been curious to test it out.

The old man casually remarked, “This move is enough to severely injure most at the Sixth Tier, even Legendary Card Masters. Too bad, though I am an Air Skill Master, my physical body is not weak.”

Hearing this, the “Puppeteer” Domingo also responded, “It is an honor to be acknowledged by the elder. As you have said, I am somewhat confident in my curse technique being able to kill any Sixth Tier card master. Yet it seems it only managed to tear your clothes.”

Though his words were light, the gleam in his eyes had dimmed, a sign of his seriousness.

He had never imagined that the old man could be completely unharmed?

Having said that, Domingo once again theatrically pulled out a card, saying, “Since this is the case, then, elder, please witness this act of mine, a performance of… ‘Swords and Soldiers Meet’.”

The style of the puppet army abruptly changed, brimming with killing intent.

“…”

However, Barre Shepherd simply shook his head.

Some experiences lose their novelty once you’ve been through them.

Seeing an unseen play was indeed novel.

But to see it again held little interest.

He paid no further attention to the puppets whose arms and legs were sprouting sharp blades, talking to himself, “Guess, why have I been waiting for you so long? I just wanted to witness the legendary ‘Art of the Puppeteer’ in action. If you hadn’t used it, you’d probably think the old man couldn’t appreciate the art you’ve pondered over.”

As he spoke, the old man also did not forget to critique, “Hmm. Not bad!”

Despite saying so.

But no matter how you looked at it, the expression on that lined face looked like a cow chewing on peonies, far from understanding any artistic element.

Having finished talking nonsense, his charging of energy was just right.

Barre Shepherd ignored the group of puppets, his gaze also nonchalantly glancing at several concealed threats within the Void.

After all, he felt it rather dishonorable for an old man like himself to bully the younger generation.

Before making a move, he didn’t forget to remind them, “You’ve set up such a big stage for your puppetry arts… it must be quite inconvenient to move. Since I have experienced your curse, now, try my Air Skill…”

Suddenly, a torrential killing intent erupted from his gaunt body.

The face of Domingo on the other side changed dramatically, Not good!

He immediately felt it difficult to breathe, as if the air had solidified.

No, not “as if.”

The air had indeed solidified!

For an Air Skill Master, the longer the energy storage, the more terrifying the power of the launched technique.

Barre Shepherd let out a light shout, finally unleashing his Domain for the first time, “Domain·No Air God Aspect!”

…

“The old man has used his Domain, eh…”

Leonard watched the air around the old man solidify, like jelly, his eyes filled with anticipation.

He was the only one who had witnessed the old man’s Domain after decades of seclusion and mastery.

This was a Domain with an incredibly simple principle, yet it was unsolvable.

It could be said that in that Domain, even breathing was a luxury.

It was a space without space, a domain without form, impossible to trace.

The old man had turned his mastered “Controlling Air” into his own Domain.

Unless one’s Realm could suppress him, there was absolutely no flaw to exploit.

…

Once the Domain was activated, the air within hundreds of meters was compressed and solidified.

Barre Shepherd stood there, his Gang Air blazing around him like a raging fire, spilling out for several meters.

This time it wasn’t floating, but as if the air had turned solid.

He walked as if on flat ground.

Barre Shepherd raised his hands, forming them into a triangle, his piercing gaze through his fingers pinpointing the Puppeteer Domingo sheltered by a group of puppets.

With his energy charged, the old man’s voice boomed from his chest, “King’s Dominating Fist·Strong Tiger!”

The Knights down below were, after all, also top-tier fighters.