King's Awakening

The punch he threw at this moment was also suffused with a suffocating vibe, as if it were the soul hooking scythe of the Messenger of Hell, threatening to claim a life at any moment.

“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 Department. If he couldn’t even beat an ordinary War God, then he might as well take off his battle robe and become a farmer.

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 become 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 extreme 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 become a soul under his hand!

Wu Lao’s face turned fierce, and without any mercy, 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. Immediately 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 immediately reminded him of the aberrations in the War Department. It seems that most of them were trained in such extreme ways.

Most warriors from the War Department do not boast extraordinary talent.

You could even say that they were mediocre, otherwise, they would have been selected by the major factions for training in their youth.

However, the training system of the War Department was extremely unique. To put it in another way, all soldiers of the War Department 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 Department could swiftly grow in an extremely short period, with their combat power far surpassing ordinary people.

The other major factions couldn’t emulate this, because the Martial Department 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 times, a person’s potential could be stimulated to a terrifying state.

As the story goes, the one who the Elders’ House has now named the Supreme 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 supreme.

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 Department?”

Facing Wu Lao’s question, Kylin, who was now hunched over, with blood gushing from his mouth and a deep dent in his frame stood up looking hideous than ever.

However, at this moment, 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 immediately darkened and he asked coldly, “Answer my question, are you really from the War Department? If you are from the War Department, 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 me, 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 time, the aura on Kylin’s body began to rise at a terrifying speed, surpassing Wu Lao’s previous momentum.

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 Department, and he certainly wasn’t nameless among them.

Who exactly is he?

As Wu Lao was hit with this realization, Kylin’s attack was already upon him, leaving him no time 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 momentum 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 something 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?”