But against these card masters of the third tier or lower, Leonard Churchill was knocking them down almost one punch at a time.
Thus, he was rampaging amidst the crowd, it was as if he was in a realm without people.
The advantage of the enemies, though large in number, at this moment seemed like a pile of cabbages, trying to block a sharp knife, but were instead slashed with body parts scattered everywhere.
In just a blink of an eye, a horrific atmosphere spread among the troops.
These people couldn't understand why they were clearly surround and killing two men, yet they were actually... surrounded by two people?
Screams of horror and cries of pain were incessant.
Those third tier or higher masters, seeing people falling like crops around them, were also helpless.
They had to be careful to face such a strange way of killing. How could they take care of others?
