Elder Clinton held a giant Thunder Hammer in one hand and a fist crackling with lightning in the other, confidently striking forward.
Leonard Churchill also grinned.
He had not underestimated the flesh of the Dragon-blooded Card Master.
It was just that the enemy seemed to underestimate him a bit!
"Domineering Fist·Sky Collapse!"
Leonard's eyes turned sharp as fissures cracked all around him from the center of his fist, like a shattered mirror.
The elder sensed the change in gravitational force, his brows furrowed tightly as purple dragon scales had already covered his entire body.
"Boom!"
His fist and the heavenly Thunder Hammer hit their target almost simultaneously.
A sea of lightning burst forth, a cascade of purple lightning engulfing the two silhouettes.
The next second, a burly old man with scale armor and horns atop his head let out a muffled grunt, sent flying backwards.
He found it unbelievable that he was forced out of his Great Dragon form by a single punch?