My Magical Card Tavern

Silver Star admitted that Luke was indeed something special, otherwise he wouldn't be able to still exist on the continent of Pangaea as a Heroic Spirit.

However, if Luke were to say that he was relatively weak, Silver Star would find it completely unacceptable.

Luke remained silent and taciturn, counting the Silver Star cards one by one.

"Old man, weak."

"Your physical condition is not good enough."

Silver Star rolled her eyes.

"By the stars above, I, an old man, was once a star. Do you know how much it costs and how long it takes for a star to train its body like a warrior?"

"Compared to them, even the dragons of Pangu, the time it takes for them to grow from infancy to adulthood is nothing compared to mine."

Luke put the card down, moved his mouth a few times, and then said something.

"I once cut down a falling star."

Genele raised an eyebrow.

What do you mean by saying you've chopped down stars? Are the warriors on the Pangu really that exaggerated?

Silver Star shook his head repeatedly.

"You can't cut down falling stars. At most, you can only deal with the remnants of stars, or larger meteorites."

"If it really is a falling star, the tidal force alone would be enough to immobilize you, or even crush and tear you apart."

Luke's face showed a clear change in expression.

"I've chopped down stars."

Silver Star was helpless.

"Little Luke, I know you're very strong, and you're a top-tier melee class on the Pangu Continent."

"But a falling star is a big deal, a very serious matter."

Luke didn't argue with Silver Star, but instead looked at Ginnell.

"Ginnell, can I also condense cards?"

Gianna shrugged.

"Of course, or rather, you're welcome. I'm still struggling with the issue of insufficient card pool depth, so you've done me a big favor."

Luke nodded, stretched out his hand, and frowned, clearly using a lot of force.

A card slowly materialized, and upon seeing the image on the card, Silver Star's expression suddenly turned serious.

The image shows a spherical object enveloped in flames and air currents, covered with cracks and dents.

Even with powerful flames and air currents surrounding it, just one glance couldn't conceal the deathly aura emanating from the spherical object.

Below this spherical object is a figure wearing armor and holding a battle sword, leaping into the air.

Luke!

[Battle Skill Card: Star Slash]

[Description: It has all the stats and mechanics you need; you wouldn't want to know how this attack would affect a normal-sized enemy.]

[Quality: Legendary]

Silver Star was shocked and muttered to himself.

"This really is a star, and a dead star at that..."

"Although it's not very big, it is indeed a star, not some meteorite fragment."

Luke's expression relaxed.

I didn't lie.

Genelec was shocked.

"No, you actually chopped down a star before, did you cut it in half or something?"

Luke frowned as he tried to recall, then began gesturing with his hands.

"It didn't break in two."

"That star, even after being enveloped by power, still resembles a sphere."

"I found the flaw, and used all my strength to disperse the airflow and flames. I used my power and fighting spirit to shatter the flaw, and then the star shattered."

"If it weren't for that, even if I were able to cut that star in half, I estimate I'd lose an arm."

Silver Star's expression was somewhat strange.

"Even the seemingly strong but actually weak Falling Death Star is not something that ordinary soldiers can handle. The worst outcome is just losing an arm?"

"Little Luke, if word gets out that you said that, I wonder how many people will faint from envy."

Luke's performance could not be explained by the fact that orcs have a racial talent for melee combat.

If you only have talent, you absolutely cannot find the flaw that Luke mentioned.

Ginnell knew it all too well; the way he looked at Luke now was exactly the same way those people from the Mage's Guild looked at him.

No wonder Luke's move, or rather that experience, is described in the card's description with both numerical values ​​and mechanics.

Indispensable!

Luke breathed a sigh of relief, grabbed the glass next to him, and took a big gulp, as if speaking just now was several times more difficult than cutting down stars.

Ginnell poured him another drink, then snapped his fingers and took the Star-Slaying Sword.

turn......

Okay, I can't translate this, which proves that unless Ginnell uses the card directly as the tavern owner, it's impossible for him to master this move on his own.

Ginnell tossed the card into the card box, having already anticipated that he wouldn't be able to master Star Slayer.

He didn't have the numerical value.

There's no mechanism for it either.

Aside from a few other regular customers, perhaps only Zhongdeng (a sports betting platform) could attempt to master this tactic.

"Luke, how about you leave a set of cards in my tavern like the old man did?"

Ginnell and Luke explained the situation, but the imposing face slowly swayed, indicating refusal.

"Ginnell, I don't have that much power."

"He is a star, I am an orc."

Ginnell nodded.

"Yes, I know. You are a pure orc warrior. You don't even know some of the ancient spells of your tribe. You are not on the path of a shaman."

"But it doesn't matter, as long as you can kill people, monsters, and demons, that's enough."

Luke glanced at his own cards, then at Silver Star's.

Honestly, although he thought the old man was weak, if it came down to tricks, the old man could hang him up with one hand and whip him a hundred times.

"What do you mean? All I need to do is kill people and monsters."

Genele stared wide-eyed at it.

"Then let me ask you, suppose you have two enemies in front of you, one is a human swordsman who has been corrupted by evil forces, and the other is a ram-headed troll in the dungeon who can play with fire."

"If you're going to defeat them separately, do you really think you'll use the same technique on both of them?"

Luke's eyes were still somewhat blank, but he still spoke honestly.

"Won't."

"The moves may be the same, but the force and angle are different."

In short, there are different techniques for killing chickens and slaughtering pigs.

For intelligent beings skilled in this art, the details of the process are absolutely not to be confused.

"That's more like it!"

Genele slammed his hand on the table and said.

"Your combat skills aren't just a single combo; they're the culmination of your long combat career. With a full deck of cards, you're more than capable of anything."

"Besides combat skills, you also have your race, your weapons, and your physical attributes."

"In short, there's a lot of room for maneuver, even more than you imagine."

Luke was still a little confused, but Silver Star next to him had already understood.

"Little Ginnell, you wouldn't be thinking of...?"

Ginnell gave a thumbs up.

"That's right. Although Luke's power doesn't have as many categories as the magic you have, old man, it's not untapped."

"If you're determined, you can make something just as addictive even if you break it down and disassemble it!"