Chapter 402: Full Firepower!
Boom!
Wu Lao’s aura was unleashed, his montum climbing steadily, reaching a breathtaking level before finally ceasing.
The punch he threw at this mont was also suffused with a suffocating vibe, as if it were the soul hooking scythe of the ssenger of Hell, threatening to claim a life at any mont.
“Keep it up! Only by withstanding this blow, will there be a point to this battle!” White Mitchell’s voice echoed swiftly.
He was constantly observing this battle. From the outset, he knew that Wu Lao, with his abilities, was no match for Kylin.
If Kylin were to unleash his full power, Wu Lao would not even handle three moves.
There was no other reason except that Kylin was a War God trained by him from the White War Departnt. If he couldn’t even beat an ordinary War God, then he might as well take off his battle robe and beco a farr.
However, after all, One doesn’t often encounter a Titled War God like Wu Lao.
The ever-changing battlefield doesn’t provide an opportunity like this for Kylin to gradually hone his skills.
White Mitchell intended to use Wu Lao as a grindstone to sharpen Kylin as a weapon, allowing Kylin’s strength and realm – most importantly, his combat power – to undergo a transformation, enabling him to beco an unstoppable blade!
“Aaaaaah!!!”
Kylin, who had received the command, frantically suppressed the power surging within his body and roared as he faced Wu Lao’s fist head-on.
In an instant, due to his extre suppression, Kylin’s eyes turned blood-red, like a pair of blood-drenched moons, looking incredibly bizarre.
“Seeking death!”
Upon seeing Kylin still using that desperate fighting style, Wu Lao could not help but sneer.
Youngsters will always be youngsters, not knowing how to conceal their sharpness.
He was fated to beco a soul under his hand!
Wu Lao’s face turned fierce, and without any rcy, he directly punched Kylin in the chest.
Initially, he thought Kylin would be grievously wounded if not dead, but to his surprise, Kylin took his punch and blasted two rounds on his body.
Boom! Boom!
With two muffled sounds, Wu Lao could only feel a series of agreeing sensations coming from his chest and involuntarily gasped. Imdiately after, he hastily moved away from Kylin.
Injure the enemy by a thousand, inflict self-damage of eight hundred?
Wu Lao had never encountered such a reckless way of fighting before.
This imdiately reminded him of the aberrations in the War Departnt. It seems that most of them were trained in such extre ways.
Most warriors from the War Departnt do not boast extraordinary talent.
You could even say that they were diocre, otherwise, they would have been selected by the major factions for training in their youth.
However, the training system of the War Departnt was extrely unique. To put it in another way, all soldiers of the War Departnt had a strong belief – Protecting their country!
For these four words, they could disregard their own safety, sacrifice themselves for others, and defend every inch of Dragon Realm’s territory.
It was precisely because of this transcendent belief that even with average talent, the warriors of the Martial Departnt could swiftly grow in an extrely short period, with their combat power far surpassing ordinary people.
The other major factions couldn’t emulate this, because the Martial Departnt had a natural nurturing ground – the battlefield!
A battlefield that is constantly facing the test of life and death!
In such a place where high focus is required at all tis, a person’s potential could be stimulated to a terrifying state.
As the story goes, the one who the Elders’ House has now nad the Supre Military Lord is the most outstanding among them!
The realm of the Military Lord – a realm that countless martial artists yearn for in their dreams. But that realm, like the highest peak in the world, only had a few who could reach the summit, and there was only one who could be called the supre.
It was a legend, an insurmountable legend!
Thinking up to this point, Wu Lao stared at Kylin, unable to suppress the words that guess from his mouth, “Are you from the War Departnt?”
Facing Wu Lao’s question, Kylin, who was now hunched over, with blood gushing from his mouth and a deep dent in his fra stood up looking hideous than ever.
However, at this mont, Kylin simply wiped away the blood from his mouth, suddenly raised his head, and a playful smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
He was still able to laugh?
Wu Lao was taken aback, finding the smile on Kylin’s face to be very eccentric, even making his heart tremble slightly.
Feelings of dread had unknowingly wrapped around the depths of his heart, and no matter how he tried to dispel it, he could do nothing about it.
Huh?
Wu Lao, who noticed this peculiar situation, his face imdiately darkened and he asked coldly, “Answer my question, are you really from the War Departnt? If you are from the War Departnt, I can spare your life reluctantly!
However, this applies only to you; your master, White Mitchell, is bound to die today!”
“Want to know? Beat , or wait till you’re dead, and I’ll tell you!” With a ferocious grin on his face, Kylin suddenly moved, charging at Wu Lao like a cannonball.
Boom, boom, boom!
For an instant, it was as if there was a roar of thunder exploding inside Kylin, like a savage beast awakening or a flood breaking a dam.
In less than a breath’s ti, the aura on Kylin’s body began to rise at a terrifying speed, surpassing Wu Lao’s previous montum.
What…?
Upon seeing this, Wu Lao was stunned, standing his ground and disbelievingly muttered, “How…how is this possible? You were still hiding your strength even in that state just now? This…”
Wu Lao was almost dumbfounded. Was this the aura of a Major Achieved War God? Why was it even stronger and scarier than his own Titled War God’s aura?
As things stood, Wu Lao was almost certain that White Mitchell’s subordinate was definitely from the War Departnt, and he certainly wasn’t naless among them.
Who exactly is he?
As Wu Lao was hit with this realization, Kylin’s attack was already upon him, leaving him no ti to think further. He hurriedly activated his power to resist.
However, Kylin, who had all his firepower turned on, was like a tiger descending a mountain, his fierce offensive was far more terrifying than a raging storm.
Wu Lao, whose montum was already suppressed, was now even more incapable of fighting back.
Along with the sound of Kylin’s punch, a loud bang echoed. Wu Lao was completely knocked into the large stone where he had just been sitting.
With a boom, just like sothing was exploding, the stone shattered upon impact, Wu Lao was embedded into it, his breath weakening and no longer in a state to fight back.
Wu Lao, looking ashen, gazed at Kylin, he was about to speak when another gush of blood sprayed out, his breath scattered once again, but on the verge of death, he managed to utter the question in his heart, “Who…who are you exactly?”
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