"I am Kyle 'Madman' Lee. May I ask your name?" Kyle cupped his fists toward the youth in Daoist robes.
To his surprise, the Dao-robed youth was extremely arrogant. He glanced at Kyle and said indifferently, "You're just a common martial artist. You're not qualified to know my name. Go ahead and make your move—otherwise, once I attack, you won't get the chance."
His opponent was one minor realm lower, yet still looked down on him. Kyle instantly grew furious and said coldly, "You're asking for death!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Kyle stepped forward like a bolt of lightning, instantly closing in on the Dao-robed youth. Both fists, wrapped in blood-red killing qi, hammered straight toward the opponent's chest—this was Kyle's self-created Military Slaughter Fist, fusing battlefield killing moves with the Lee Family's innate martial arts!
Kyle kept Ian Song's orders in mind—he attacked with a killing move right from the start, unleashing his full power.
"Bang! Bang!"
Both fists, each carrying the force of ten thousand kilograms, slammed heavily into the Dao-robed youth's chest.
The opponent flew backward from the impact.
In the instant his opponent was blasted away, Kyle thought to himself that these Immortal-Dao cultivators were nothing special. At the same time, cheers erupted from the Yanhuang Republic side.
The Dao-robed youth landed several meters away, but was completely unharmed. He looked at Kyle with disdain and said, "Is that all you've got? You couldn't even break my defense!"