In Meizike's eyes, fury erupted like burning flames.
"Damn bastards, die!"
In a state of rage, Meizike's demeanor changed drastically from his usual calm self, even his tone and words shifted.
The anger in his tone was exceptionally apparent.
Meizike was not without anger; he just usually had nothing that made him angry, ever since he learned this fiery fist art.
Once in battle, all the fury he had accumulated would explode at once, his rage would burn his enemies to ashes.
After cursing, Meizike stomped the ground forcefully, his body shot towards the enemy like a sharp arrow.
In just an instant, he was before the enemy commander, delivering a heavy punch to the commander's chest.
The commander's body, under the assault of this punch, flew backward.
He crashed heavily to the ground, the chest armor completely caved in, and so was his chest, it seemed he wouldn't survive.
The deceased commander still had his eyes wide open, a face full of disbelief.
Thus he turned to dust.
