Catastrophe Card King

Leonard Churchill didn’t dare to just counter with brute force.

He nimbly dodged with light footwork, narrowly avoiding the attack.

“Whoosh!”

The sound of wind sliced past along his scalp.

As he dodged, the Sawtooth Tree beside him, large enough to be embraced by two people, was abruptly shattered, sending wood chips scattering in all directions.

The Giant Demon was indeed incredibly powerful.

But on closer examination.

Its attack was clumsy when it swung its club backhand.

Leonard immediately seized this weakness, showing no mercy.

As he dodged, he swung his giant axe towards the Giant Demon’s knee.

“Puff!”

It was like chopping into thick rhino skin.

Protected by a magical shield, the sharp edge of the axe sank a few centimeters into its skin.

But it was only the horn-like layer, no blood was visible.

“Such a thick defense!”

Through this exchange, Leonard had a precise understanding of the monster’s power and defense.

He pulled out his axe, and with a backhand swing, he chopped the few Little Demons encroached behind him into two sections.

Only then did the Giant Demon retract its club, let out howl, and swung a ferocious blow that seemed to create illusions from its speed.

Listened to the wind whistling above his head, Leonard took a quick glance and deftly avoided it again.

He then backhand swung his axe and hacked it back at the injured spot on the monster’s knee.

Next, he swung his giant axe again, creating a mist of blood on those sneaky Little Demons attempting to ambush him.

Thus, it was like turn-based combat between the monster and Leonard.

The monster attacked once, Leonard evaded and countered with his axe.

This move went on back and forth consistently.

Faced with many monsters, Leonard took on a Level D Catastrophe all by himself, leaving him no chance to care for others.

The other hunters did not have the ability to survive in the face of enemies in numbers tenfold theirs.

The hastily formed wild teams had no trust among them, let alone any cooperation.

Screams of anguish were constant in the air.

Although the majority of the Demon Corps were not strong, their sheer number gave them an advantage.

One by one, armed with sharp stone daggers, they targeted the hunters, stabbing them and drawing blood.

Even those occasional arrows shot out amidst dozens of monsters were too much for the hunters to defend against.

In a forest as vast as this, there were only three groups still valiantly fighting.

Leonard, the Black Wolf Group’s team leader, and a young boy with a thin sword.

All three had much higher combat power than ordinary hunters.

Just then, their chance finally came.

With a swing of his axe, Leonard struck the Giant Demon’s left knee for the seventh time.

This time, the axe finally went in.

With a splintering sound, the demon’s kneecap fractured, and its over five-meters-tall body suddenly buckled, crashing down on its knees.

Despite its impenetrable skin and terrifying strength, once it fell to the ground and couldn’t exert its strength, the threat it posed was halved.

After a couple more swings of his axe, the monster roared in pain.

At this time, the young boy not far away saw his opportunity.

There were still many monsters, and killing the leader was the best opportunity to break through.

With a serious look, as if using some martial skills, he launched a flurry of sword slashes, piercemealed a large group of Little Demons right between their eyebrows.

Taking advantage of the momentary respite from the tide of monsters, he rushed towards Leonard, shouting, “I’m coming to help!”

Leonard watched as the boy sprinted towards him, and without a word, he used his shield to block the Giant Demon’s club.

The boy made a nimble leap, and then directed his sword towards the Giant Demon’s eye.

This kind of thin sword lent itself to precise and swift strikes, and the boy’s aim was on point.

Leonard squinted slightly because he noticed a cold glimmer concentrated on the tip of the boy’s sword.

It was condensed sword energy.

Not a lot.

But enough.

With a “swish”, it went in like a knife into rotting wood.

The penetrative nature of the thin sword allowed it to easily enter the Giant Demon’s head, which was as big as a bull’s.

The beast tried to resist, but with a surge of the boy’s magical power and a “puff”, it was like a bullet piercing through. An exit wound was created at the back of the monster’s head from which red and white brain matter flowed out.

Observing this sword skill, Leonard couldn’t help but praise, “Impressive strength.”

In the world of hunters, it was rare to see such promising talent so young.

Meanwhile, the Enlightenment Tip notified, “Killed Level D Catastrophe Giant Demon, Contribution points +70”

Probably because the Space determined a team effort to kill, the boy also shared some contribution points.

However, it didn’t matter. Tens of contribution points could be easily obtained by grinding.

His contribution points had already reached 231, far exceeding the minimum requirement for leaving.

The boy’s sword indeed saved Leonard a lot of trouble.

The boy’s judgment was accurate.

After killing the Giant Demon, the remaining hundreds of leaderless monsters retreated like a tidal wave.

Leaving behind a stretch of corpses.

And three survivors.

Leonard, the boy, and the panting, heavily injured werewolf.

Oh.

Incorrect.

There were four.

Hearing the loud retreat of the monsters, Elder Clinton crawled out of a tree hole, grubby and dirty.

He took a sneaky glance around, waited until he was sure the danger had passed before daringly crawling out.

This fellow reeked foully, probably from some dung he had smeared himself with, the sour smell was nauseating even from a distance.

Without any signs of embarrassment, he muttered, “Oh my, why suddenly so many monsters…”

The boy also went over, helped his grandfather dust off some dung.

The werewolf shot them a look of disdain.

Yet watching, Leonard squinted slightly..