Young Lord of The Dragon Sect
Chapter 739 The Head of Dragon Lords

If Benjamin could successfully land a punch on Maximilian's throat, he would directly break Maximilian's neck.

Maximilian leaned back and kicked the lower part of Benjamin's body at the same time.

Benjamin had overused his moves, and there was no chance of regress. In desperation, he twisted his waist sideways and faced Maximilian's kick with half of his thigh.

Boom!

Maximilian's kick was full of strength. Even Benjamin's stable lower body couldn't hold this powerful force, so he was kicked out sideways by Maximilian.

Bang!

Benjamin's burly body fell to the ground and slid four or five meters away on the ground before he stopped. Half of his body was scratched by the ground.

"Hiss!" those men of sacrifice sucked in a breath in unison.

A group of men of sacrifice in black held long knives and felt a panic in their hearts. In their eyes, Benjamin was invincible, but now he was kicked out without trading several blows with Maximilian. Didn't this mean that Maximilian's martial art was already at the top?

Men of sacrifice in black were terrified. They wanted to step forward to stop Maximilian, but they didn't dare. They didn't even dare to retreat and escape. They could only hold fast to the long knife and swallow hard.

"Fuck! Damn you!" Benjamin blushed and cried angrily.

It was too embarrassing. Since Benjamin's debut, he has never been so embarrassed, especially in front of his subordinates. He would have no face to meet people. And he wouldn't be qualified to reprimand his subordinates in the future.

Benjamin, who was annoyed, jumped up from the ground and roared at Maximilian angrily, "Damn it! It was careless of me just now. Boy, I'm going to get serious. You just wait to die."

Benjamin found an excuse to save his face and then rushed towards Maximilian again while waving his fists.

Maximilian walked forward slowly and leisurely to meet Benjamin.

"Careless? Well, your martial art is not good at all. You are not even worthy of 'good look without substantial ability'. You don't deserve to wear this purple dress. You are a shame to your family." "Fuck! If I don't deserve it, who does? You will die now!"

Benjamin was furious and no longer retained his strength. He was going to land a killer punch. He swung his fists quickly and went straight to Maximilian's vital parts.

Maximilian shook his head. He seemed to think nothing of Benjamin's killer punch, "You don't deserve it. The killer punch of Iron Fist is not used in this way. I will show you the real Iron Fist." Maximilian made a fist with his right hand and then shook his fist to Benjamin's killer punch.

Maximilian's punch was placid. There was no shadow or wind. It was like an ordinary punch made by an ordinary person.

Benjamin looked at Maximilian's fist with a disdainful smile. His eyes were full of contempt.

"How do you have the effrontery to brag that it is fist? My eyes could not bear the scene... Ah!"

Even before Benjamin had finished, he let out a scream, and his burly body flew out again.

Benjamin, who was flying upside down in the air, felt a burst of chest distress and shortness of breath. He could no longer suppress the discomfort. With a surge of the throat, the blood was spat out of his mouth.

Boom!

Benjamin's body fell heavily on the ground. His face and clothes were already covered with blood, and his mouth was still spraying blood out.

"What... What kind of fist is this? How can it be so powerful?" Benjamin dragged himself to ask. If he didn't ask, he would die with a grievance.

Until now, Benjamin didn't even figure out how Maximilian's ordinary punch broke through the shadows of his punch. He had used his unique skill. Maximilian should be the one who was knocked out in the air! Besides, Benjamin couldn't figure out how Maximilian beat him to spit out blood.

Maximilian walked towards Benjamin with a smile, "I have told you it is Iron Fist. What I used is the correct Iron Fist of your family."

"Impossible! There is no such move in Iron Fist! Your punch is definitely not Iron Fist."

Benjamin didn't believe Maximilian's words at all. How could Benjamin not know his family's martial art? The punch that Maximilian just now gave was definitely not Iron Fist.

"What? You don't know your family's martial art? It's really sad. Go back and ask your parents. Then you will know if this is the boxing technique of your family.”

Maximilian walked up to Benjamin and looked at the trembling men of sacrifice.

"You all wear black clothes, hold knives, and look like gangsters. Why are you trembling? You should use your knives to chop me."

Bang!

A crisp voice came. A man of sacrifice in black was frightened by Maximilian, and the long knife in his hand fell to the ground.

Then the crisp voices rang out in succession like a plague. The hilts of those long knives were like hot potatoes. None of Benjamin's subordinates dared to hold the knife in their hands.

After one dropped the long knife, other men of sacrifice in black threw away the long knife. One of them even shouted 'run', and all fled in all directions.

"Well, what a disorderly mob! You are really a shame to the Doyle family!" Maximilian said and shook his head.

Every word was like a pair of scissors and stuck into Benjamin's heart. Benjamin wanted to spit out another mouthful of blood to express his depression.

However, Benjamin couldn't spit out blood any longer. If he continued vomiting blood, he would die.

Benjamin slowly closed his eyes and put on a posture of accepting the fate of being trampled upon, "Come. I will leave my body that weighs one hundred kilos to you. Whatever you want to do." "You are quite bold, but your body is worthless. I can't sell it as pork. If I keep you, you have no value to me." Maximilian said with disdain.

"I...you...oh!" Benjamin dared to be angry but didn't dare to speak. He was really scared by Maximilian's punch.

Maximilian kicked Benjamin with his foot, "Don't pretend to be dead. Just answer me a few questions, and I will let you go."

"Really?" Benjamin suddenly opened his eyes and looked at Maximilian expectantly.

Was Benjamin afraid of death? Of course, he was afraid of death. At this moment, Maximilian's words sounded like celestial music to Benjamin. As long as he could save his life to enjoy a good life, he was willing to pay a lot.

"Really or not, are there any other options?" Maximilian's eyes were full of jokes.

Maximilian knew the psychology of people like Benjamin very well. As long as they were given hope of survival, they could make great efforts. For them, betraying teammates was very easy and pleasant. "Go ahead. As long as I know the answer, I can tell you." Benjamin said while sitting up with difficulty.

"Tell me who asked you to come."

"Well, if I say it's the head of dragon lords, do you believe it or not?" Benjamin looked at Maximilian cautiously.

"Do you think I believe it or not? Or you can bet if I believe it or not, but you will have to pay for the consequences." Maximilian said with a cold face.☐☐☐☐☐