Chapter 15: Who Told You I was a Peak Martial Artist?


    Trantor: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio


    Faced with the domineering Kingston Sabir, Vincent Mill was also feeling intense pressure at this moment.


    However, just as he was at his wit’s end, White Mitchell gave a signal to Kylin who was standing behind him. The next moment, Kylin took a step forward, positioning himself in front of Vincent Mill.


    “Whoever steps forward dies!”


    Kylin’s aura gradually spread out. The Cold Sword slung over his back made a resonating sound as if it couldn’t wait to be unsheathed.


    Zing!


    Finally, the Sword Intent rang out, and a Three-foot Icesword, burst from the scabbard, plunging directly in front of Kingston Sabir!


    The sword was vibrating continuously, and from the de, there exuded chilling streaks of coldness, causing the surrounding temperature to drop significantly.


    When this sword struck down, Kingston Sabir and the five Peak Martial Artists he brought with him all felt their hearts tremble.


    It is easy to tell the abilities of an expert when they make a move. Although Kylin merely revealed a single skill, it made Kingston Sabir and hispany feel a wave of invisible pressure.


    “Peak Martial Artist?”


    Kingston narrowed his eyes, scrutinizing Kylin.


    As the strongest existence Kingston Sabir had ever encountered, Peak Martial Artists intimidated him. Therefore, facing Kylin, whose momentum was no weaker than his, he subconsciously assumed he was also a Peak Martial Artist.


    Even though both were Peak Martial Artists, Kingston Sabir knew there were degrees of strength within this rank.


    Plus, considering how young Kylin looked, the strength of such a Peak Martial Artist was not something one could overlook.


    So in Kingston Sabir’s eyes, Kylin, the Peak Martial Artist, posed a greater threat than thebined threat from the threepanions Vincent Mill had brought!


    With that in mind, Kingston Sabir’s gaze turned cold as he ordered two of his Peak Martial Artists, “Kill him!”


    Boom!


    The moment his words fell, the two Peak Martial Artists he brought lunged forward, stepping into the restricted area that Kylin had designated.


    Their auras surged instantly like uncaged tigers,unching a fierce onught.


    On the other hand, Kylin wore a nonchnt expression, even finding the time to turn around and ask for White Mitchell’s opinion.


    Only after obtaining White Mitchell’s consent did Kylin turn back to face his enemies.


    By then, the two Peak Martial Artists from the Sabir family were already in front of him.


    Boom!


    Just as the opponents’ fierce fists were about tond on Kylin, he finally made his move. “Attack my master, you must die!”


    Whoosh!


    Once Kylin moved, it was like a raging storm. The scene was instantly filled with the aura of battle and blood.


    At this moment, the spirit surged to the sky!


    “Young man! Be… careful!?” Vincent Mill, surprised at Kylin’s direct engagement, instinctively broke out in a cold sweat, wanting to warn him but the words got stuck in his mouth.


    This…


    Startled, Vincent Mill’s, eyes widened as he watched Kylin on the battlefield.


    Kylin was up against two opponents, but he was inplete control.


    Not only was he maintaining an upper hand, it could be described as an outright crushing victory.


    Bam bam bam…


    Listening to the sound of heavy punchesnding, Vincent Mill was dumbstruck, rooted to the spot. The shock was so great that he couldn’t regain hisposure for a moment.


    Within a minute, or rather, barely thirty seconds – no, less, it had taken Kylin only about ten seconds to suppress the two Peak Martial Artists from the moment he started fighting.


    Hissss!


    Vincent Mill gasped in surprise, his heart pounding rmingly. He couldn’t help but turn to look at White Mitchell.


    Who exactly was White Mitchell and why did he have such a formidable subordinate?


    These two questions stormed his thoughts like a whirlwind, preventing him from gaining peace of mind.


    “You…you…”


    Along with Vincent Mill, Kingston Sabir was also simrly shaken.


    The shock in his heart was not inferior to Vincent’s in any way; in fact, it was even more profound.


    He knew his own people well and knew that among the Peak Martial Artists, they were definitely among the best.


    But even together, they were no match for this young man standing before them?


    Is there such a powerful Peak Martial Artist in the world?


    Thinking of this, Kingston gritted his teeth, his face contorted in fury.


    “Attack together! Take him down!”


    Boom!


    Without hesitation, Kingston gave the order.


    Immediately, the remaining three Peak Martial Artists disyed their formidable prowess without hesitation.


    Even Kingston himself, at this moment, flicked away the cigar in his hand, charging towards Kylin like a cannonball.


    The four of them crossed the boundary of the prohibited area!


    As they moved together, so too did the Three-foot Icesword in Kylin’s hand!


    Zing!


    A sound of sword’s cry erupted, followed by the sight of the Cold Sword, which was originally pinned to the ground, started to move.


    The next moment, itnded solidly in Kylin’s hand.


    With the Cold Sword in hand, Kylin’s presence soared to a terrifying level for Kingston and his men.


    Zing!


    Kylin’s wrist moved, the Cold Sword in his hand blossomed into a splendid flurry of sword flowers, each de of sword light dancing wilfully, carrying a somewhat ethereal elegance.


    But at this moment, Kingston and hisrades had no mood to appreciate this magnificent sight.


    Because they felt an unprecedented pressure from Kylin’s swordlight.


    “Damn it!”


    Suddenly, the Peak Martial Artist in the front was directly pierced by Kylin’s Cold Sword.


    “Don’t stop!”


    Kingston shouted, reminding the remaining two while he, along with them, increased their speed.


    However, what Kingston didn’t expect still happened.


    Swish!


    Another Peak Martial Artist was pierced through, leaving a gruesome bloody hole.


    “Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!”


    Kingston was furious, but it was of no use. Kylin’s sword was simply too fast for them to react in time.


    Swish!


    There was another infuriating sound, with four men down now only Kingston remained.


    1 IHS…


    An intense impulsepelled Kingston to stop, his heart pounding wildly.


    He then saw the Cold Sword pointed at his heart.


    That was close!


    If he had taken one more step, he would have shared the same fate as the other three.


    This moment, all of Kingston’s hairs stood on end as he felt the breath of death.


    Staggering back, Kingston nearly tumbled.


    In his dishonorable state, he stared at Kylin, asking in a shaky voice, “Who… who are you? Since when did River North have such a powerful Peak Martial Artist like you?”


    With the Cold Sword in his hand, Kylin looked at him yfully, “Who told you, I was a Peak Martial Artist?”


    Huh?


    Kingston was taken aback, not only him, everyone present looked puzzled by Kylin’s words, somewhat slow to react.


    Not a Peak Martial Artist?


    Then what is he?


    Whoosh!


    Kingston’s body shook, eyes wider than ever, pupils rapidly constricting, he stared horrified at Kylin, “You… are you a War…. War King Master?”