The Understated Dragon Lord

Chapter 228 Biting Back "Baka!" Takashi Sato cursed and then crawled out from the pile of bricks.

Takashi cfrom a family steeped in martial arts tradition and was a master of various Japanese martial disciplines, including ninjutsu. When the bricks had fallen, he had used his skills in ninjutsu to minimize the damage, resulting in only minor external injuries. Takashi was still in fighting condition.

Swoosh! Taking advantage of Daniel's momentary distraction, Takashi flicked his wrist and sent a poisoned dart flying straight at Daniel. Unable to best Daniel in a fair fight, he resorted to dirty tricks-winning by any means necessary encapsulated the martial spirit of Japan and of Takashi Sato himself.

As the poisoned dart sped towards him, Daniel executed a stunning spinning kick and struck it mid-flight.

Snap! With a crisp sound, the dart did a one-eighty and shot back towards Takashi Sato, who, caught unawares, did not brace himself for the return projectile. The dart bypassed taking his life but slashed a deep gash across his sinister face. Continuing its trajectory, the dart then lodged itself in the knee of the Japanese man standing behind Takashi-the very person who first proclaimed all Americans should kneel and bark like dogs.

Struck by the poison, the man immediately fell to his knees before all the members of Martial Club United, screaming in agony much like a stray dog with a broken leg.

Takashi Sato, now the victim of his own poisoned dart, clutched his sliced face and cried out.

"Ah... Aaagh..." The poison on the dart wasn't lethal but inflicted searing, piercing pain to the injured. Overwhelmed by the unbearable agony, Takashi hastily took out the antidote and took one, finally finding relief from the relentless torment.

"You stupid Americans, are you all so despicable? Resorting to poison darts to ambush me, how low and shameless can you get!" "Do you, a Japanese, even realize what you're saying? That poison dart was clearly shot by you, and simply a gust of wind blew it back your way, ultimately hitting you instead. Getting hit by your own dart is divine justice! To speak of despicability, shamelessness, and lowliness, those words perfectly describe you, a Japanese!" Daniel coolly tucked his hands in his pockets as he spoke.

"You lot call the way from Japan, with the audacity to cause trouble in America! Since you're here now, don't expect to leave so easily without my permission.

I don't have tto waste, so catall at once! I'll take on all of you by myself.

I'm aware you're live-streaming with your phones, so make sure to upload the footage of you getting thrashed in America. I want to use these videos to warn those in Japan not to cause trouble here in America! Whoever comes will get a beating!" Daniel's words were an enormous affront to Takashi Sato's pride! Chapter 228 Biting Back "Baka!" Takashi Sato cursed and then crawled out from the pile of bricks.

Takashi cfrom a family steeped in martial arts tradition and was a master of various Japanese martial disciplines, including ninjutsu. When the bricks had fallen, he had used his skills in ninjutsu to minimize the damage, resulting in only minor external injuries. Takashi was still in fighting condition.

Swoosh! Taking advantage of Daniel's momentary distraction, Takashi flicked his wrist and sent a poisoned dart flying straight at Daniel. Unable to best Daniel in a fair fight, he resorted to dirty tricks-winning by any means necessary encapsulated the martial spirit of Japan and of Takashi Sato himself.

As the poisoned dart sped towards him, Daniel executed a stunning spinning kick and struck it mid-flight.

Snap! With a crisp sound, the dart did a one-eighty and shot back towards Takashi Sato, who, caught unawares, did not brace himself for the return projectile. The dart bypassed taking his life but slashed a deep gash across his sinister face. Continuing its trajectory, the dart then lodged itself in the knee of the Japanese man standing behind Takashi-the very person who first proclaimed all Americans should kneel and bark like dogs.

Struck by the poison, the man immediately fell to his knees before all the members of Martial Club United, screaming in agony much like a stray dog with a broken leg.

Takashi Sato, now the victim of his own poisoned dart, clutched his sliced face and cried out.

"Ah... Aaagh..."

The poison on the dart wasn't lethal but inflicted searing, piercing pain to the injured. Overwhelmed by them ove upbearable agony, Takashi hastily took out the antidote and took one, finally finding relief from the relentless torment. "You stupid Americans, are you all so despicable? Resorting to poison darts to ambush me, how low and shameless can you get!"

"Do you, a Japanese, even realize what you're saying? That poison dart Ongart was clearly shot by you and simply a guist of wind blew it back your way, ultimately hitting you instead. Getting hit by your own dart is divine justice! To speak of despicability, shamelessness, and lowliness, those words perfectly describe you, a Japanese!" Daniel coolly tucked his hands in his pockets as he spoke.

"You lot call the way from Japan, with the audacity to cause trouble in America! Since you're here now, don't expect to leave so easily without my permission.

I don't have tto waste, so catall at once! I'll take on all of you by myself.

I'm aware you're live-streaming with your phones, so make sure to upload the footage of you getting thrashed in America. I want to use these videos to warn those in Japan not to cause trouble here in America! Whoever comes will get a beating!" Daniel's words were an enormous affront to Takashi Sato's pride! X