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“…”

Leonard Churchill listened thoughtfully.

He didn’t understand, but he caught a few key terms.

He remembered his first-tier fused Beast Walker Profession Card, which Master Merlin said was a minor experiment in his Bloodline Reversion trials, didn’t he?

Such matters seemed rather abstract, and Barre Shepherd knew Leonard, at his current tier, definitely couldn’t grasp them.

And he also knew that Leonard’s previous question was about its effect on combat power.

Thinking of this, the Old Man’s expression hinted at a smile, “However, there’s another quite impressive function. Do you want to give it a try?”

Seeing the mischievous look on this wretched old man’s face, Leonard knew the guy definitely wasn’t harboring good intentions and was probably thinking of playing some prank again.

But his curiosity was indeed overwhelming, and he nodded earnestly, “Hmm!”

Hearing his response, the Old Man raised an eyebrow, “Alright, get ready to defend yourself, and I’ll show you what I mean.”

Leonard didn’t dare to be careless and transformed into his Werewolf form, with Curse Seals instantly condensing all over his body and his skin taking on a bronze metallic luster.

He entered his strongest defensive state.

The Old Man, seeing him prepared, slightly narrowed his eyes and instantly appeared in front of Leonard.

Leonard immediately felt the sensation of “Divine Power” bearing down on him.

But it was extremely condensed, the oppressive force quite light.

Then, the Old Man extended a finger and flicked it.

With a “ping”, Leonard felt his forehead boom and explode, and he was sent flying backward.

It felt as though his soul had been beaten out of his body.

From the moment he was sent flying to the moment he landed, Leonard distinctly felt as though his soul had left his body, losing control of it.

His thoughts could still move, but his body had completely lost control.

What was going on?

This was an experience Leonard had never had before.

That feeling… it was like he was a knight in full armor painted on a canvas, ready for defense, bracing for an attack.

But then, a finger from outside the painting simply poked through the canvas!

The Tyrant Body and Curse were like a thin layer of paint, instantly shattered.

This was by no means an attack from the same dimension!

Was this “Divine Power”?

So strong!

Absolutely outrageous.

Leonard was immersed in this state of having his eyes opened wide.

This moment seemed to stretch countless times longer, yet it also felt like it passed in the blink of an eye.

The soul returned to the body, and a sharp pain hit his forehead!

That pain was like being beaten when you’re a child, a soul-wrenching kind of pain.

Even with Leonard’s current tolerance for pain, he couldn’t help but inhale sharply, “Hiss…”

He clutched his forehead and could clearly feel a large bump sprouting like a bamboo shoot.

Round and getting bigger.

Leonard, glancing at the schadenfreude-laden expression of that wretched Old Man across from him, thought cynically: This guy definitely wasn’t well-intentioned.

The Old Man, watching with a chuckle, was very satisfied seeing the man who had learned in just over a month what he had taken half a lifetime to acquire in such disarray.

But, laughter aside, he didn’t forget to remind him, “Remember the feeling you just had.”

“…”

Leonard winced with pain at his temple, but the pain etched the memory even deeper.

In a flash, he understood what the Old Man wanted him to remember.

The feeling of “Soul Out of Body” from just now, it was as if he had been taken to another dimension for a tour.

At least in that moment, he felt the concept of “beyond the painting”!

This was an angle he had never seen before.

Like a lighthouse shining over a pitch-dark sea, a light flickered on!

Though the beam of light was still very, very distant, as long as he sailed into that sea area, and didn’t forget the feeling, he would be able to see the lighthouse.

The Air Skill Grandmaster had shown him a clear path to the pinnacle of Martial Arts.

“So that’s how it is!”

Leonard took a deep breath, knowing full well that the Old Man had given him a gift many top-level card masters would envy.

He composed his facial expression, bowed with a fist and palm salute, and said respectfully, “Thank you for the guidance, senior.”

The Old Man, however, shook his head, his face unconcerned, “Right now, your tier is too low, and I can’t tell you more. Think it over well. Once you ‘comprehend’ your own ‘Intention’, you’ll understand why you had to endure this blow today.”

As he spoke, he couldn’t resist gleefully adding, “Ah, that bump on your forehead seems a bit big, do you want to apply some Potion?”

“…”

Hearing this, although Leonard knew he had benefited, he couldn’t help but feel a bit dismayed.

The burning pain on his forehead was still fermenting, and he sucked in another breath of cold air to suppress it.

He was sure the Old Man could have taught him the concept through other means but deliberately chose the most inhumane method.

The expression on the Old Man seemed to say: You can’t escape the hardships I’ve endured.

Having been beaten up, Leonard felt he needed to learn some more things.

Returning to the topic, he asked directly, “Senior, how can one comprehend one’s own ‘Intention’?”

Hearing the question, the Old Man casually repeated a word he had said many times before, “Realization.”

“…”

Leonard rolled his eyes.