It was different outside the city. Once they spread out beyond the walls, Lu Yang could kill millions of Korean players in a single battle. Even if they fought three to five such battles, the equipment gains alone would be enough to give the ordinary players of the Iron Blood Brotherhood a huge amount of level 160 dark-gold and gold equipment.
Winning three to five wars in a row would also greatly boost the confidence and enthusiasm of Lu Yang's players. Those were exactly what Lu Yang urgently needed.
When Kim Kwang-soo saw that Lu Yang did not answer immediately, he guessed that Lu Yang did not dare. Becoming even more arrogant, he clutched his stomach and laughed wildly. "I knew you wouldn't dare. You..."
Before he could finish, Lu Yang suddenly shouted from the city wall, "Fine, Kim Kwang-soo. Since you want a decisive battle with me outside the city, I'll grant your wish. We'll make it clear: if I win, you disband your guild. If I lose, I'll give you Dingzhou Fortress."
Kim Kwang-soo was dumbfounded. He had never expected Lu Yang to agree. Laughing loudly, he said, "Fine, since you agreed, we'll have our decisive battle now. Do you dare?"
Lu Yang shouted, "Why wouldn't I? Retreat twenty kilometers. I'll send my five million men out of the city to fight you. Watch how I defeat you."
Kim Kwang-soo was left speechless by Lu Yang's retort. His face turned red with frustration as he snapped, "Fine, I'll retreat twenty kilometers. Let's see what you'll use to fight me."
He was only a step away from smugly saying that he had Divine Focus Concoction while Lu Yang did not, and that Lu Yang would certainly lose in a frontal battle.
"Full army, fall back! Retreat twenty kilometers!" Kim