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It’s true that magic spells have some sort of “targeting” that locks onto a person’s spirit,

but how can martial skills have anything that locks onto a target?

Yet the reality was right before his eyes.

In that instant, Abel’s charged punch accurately hit Leonard Churchill’s chest as he was rapidly retreating.

Despite that, Leonard Churchill still carefully observed every detail of Abel’s movements, and enlightenment appeared simultaneously: “You have observed ‘Ralf’s Divine Fist · Mystery,’ skill comprehension +99…”

When the fist touched the skin, a “boom” resounded, like a gun misfiring.

Leonard Churchill’s entire chest cavity collapsed under that monstrous force, and a pervasive killing intent rampaged within his chest, about to kill him on the spot.

“Bang!”

The force of the follow-through blasted Leonard Churchill out like a punching bag, creating a hole several meters in diameter in the wall.

“Pfft~”

Leonard Churchill, like a burst balloon, spewed out a mouthful of blood mixed with viscera.

However, the consumption of that charged punch was significant, and after throwing the punch, Abel stood weakened on the spot, with no strength left to pursue and deliver another strike.

He looked expectantly at the hole in the wall, murmuring, “Is he dead…”

However, he was disappointed.

At that moment, the training ground resonated with a wild, mocking laughter.

It was a laughter that seemed to ridicule the enemy and also to ridicule oneself.

“Tsk tsk… So that’s how it is,”

Leonard Churchill pulled himself out of the rubble, looked at the crater in his chest, and laughed brilliantly, showing off a mouthful of bloodstained white teeth.

He had been waiting so long for that punch.

And that punch did not disappoint.

Just now, he was really on the verge of death.

That guy had been building up power for so long, he had already calculated that even if he transformed into a werewolf, the punch would still surely hit.

What a scheme!

What a mystery!

Unfortunately, Leonard Churchill also noticed that Abel had just learned it recently, the accumulated killing intent was not dense enough, and the punch’s power fell just a bit short.

If the skill proficiency had been a bit higher, maybe it would have indeed killed him with one strike.

You bet, you bear the consequences.

Leonard Churchill didn’t feel the least bit of fear; on the contrary, his spirit was excited.

He found this life-and-death thrill to be the biggest surprise Abel had brought him today.

He had never thought that this guy could threaten his own life.

Tsk tsk, you really can’t underestimate anyone.

Leonard Churchill walked out of the hole with a smile.

With just a few steps, the wound on his chest had already healed.

If it were anyone else, even at Third Tier, they would have undoubtedly died from that punch.

Too bad Leonard Churchill knew the Secret Skill, “Curse of Immortality.” As long as he didn’t die instantly, he wouldn’t die.

Such a battle was worth it!

Leonard Churchill truly felt this gamble was worth it.

However, Abel, who was already drained of strength, looked on with an ashen face. He could not have imagined someone surviving that punch.

But with things as they were, he knew his death was certain.

Leonard Churchill approached him, murmuring, “A prediction on the level of laws? Infallible, huh. Prophecy, or something else…”

He didn’t expect the other party to explain anything.

But he had already seen through the “Ralf’s Divine Fist · Mystery,” recognizing its extremely high caliber.

There could be no more surprises from Abel, now that he had used his last move.

The commotion from the fight was significant, and a crowd had already gathered outside the training ground.

Leonard Churchill directly asked, “Where did you learn your Breathing Method from?”

“Hehe…”

Abel laughed bitterly.

He had already guessed the intent of the question and did not intend to break the agreement, replying lightly, “Sinless City, Upper State Prison.”

With that said, the former king of underground fights in Sinless City decisively allowed his Curse Power to flow backward, dying instantly.

Leonard Churchill looked at Abel, who had committed suicide on the spot, with an expressionless face.

It was normal for fighters who came up from such a fighting scene to have such a resolve towards death.

But upon hearing that “Upper State Prison” from the other’s mouth, Leonard Churchill’s brows slightly furrowed.

What did it mean?

The Gluttony Secret Method was obtained in the prison?

Was there a master, or some Classic Books, Relics?

Considering that even Lord Nine Brown had been wary of that “predecessor,” there must be a big shot in the prison, right?

But why would such a figure be in prison?

Leonard Churchill didn’t dwell on it, as the people at the door hearing the fight had ended were now approaching.

Normally, if Leonard Churchill had killed someone and wanted to flee, it would be impossible.

But he was already prepared, quickly securing the Spoils of War from Abel’s body and examining the corpse’s details.

The corners of Leonard Churchill’s mouth lifted slightly as he twisted his joints around, producing a series of crisp sounds.

When he looked up again, his whole skeletal frame and appearance had already transformed into an “Abel.”

Even the grim temperament was identical.