The Understated Dragon Lord

Chapter 455 The Number One Assassin "What are you laughing at?" Kojima asked.

"Oh, isn't Dumbbell a character, sending an animal to takedown? Do I look like easy prey that one little animal can get the better of me?" Daniel's reply instantly darkened Kojima's face, understanding full well that 'animal' was not meant as a compliment.

Infuriated, Kojima retorted, "Country boy, I am no animal! My nis Kojima! Japan's number one assassin, Kojima!" "Oh, so Japan's top assassin is an animal, huh? Does that mean there are no humans there, just beasts? Hahaha..." Daniel's mockery sent Kojima into a rage.

"How dare you insult Japan like that? Watch as I punch your mouth to a pulp!" Kojima, fist raised, lunged straight at Daniel. He even gave a warning, "If you're brave enough, don't dodge! I'll ensure this fist turns your mouth into mush and your face into a pig's head!" "Alright, I won't dodge!" Daniel accepted the challenge openly.

Whoosh! As Kojima's iron fist cut through the air towards Daniel, he merely smiled slightly and swung his own fist to meet Kojima's.

Seeing Daniel neither flee nor dodge, but instead, ready to block his fist with his own, Kojima was secretly delighted. His fist was as hard as a diamond-capable of denting a ten-centimeter-thick steel plate.

He was sure that his punch would crush Daniel's fist into a pulp.

In the blink of an eye, their fists collided.

Thud! The calm night was pierced by a heavy thump. As Japan's number one assassin, Kojima had honed a formidable power. Daniel, however, housed seven dragons in his body. So when their fists met, not only did it create a muffled boom, but also a blinding white light, like a meteor colliding with Earth.

Beauty, standing not far away, was temporarily blinded by the dazzling light that turned night into day. Then, a gut-wrenching scream filled the air.

"Ah! Aaah!" The voice was concerning, and at the first "Ah!" Beauty was worried it might be Daniel. But upon hearing the second "Ah!" her fears dissipated; she was one hundred percent certain it was not Daniel, but the Japanese man screaming.

She knew Daniel's cry would carry a distinct flavor, a quality that, once heard, made her want to hear it again. As the white light faded, Kojima's fist was visibly swollen, puffed up like a loaf of bread. Daniel stood with his hands in his pockets, smirking joyfully.

"Hey, animal, how's that hoof of yours feeling? It seems your punch just now didn't quite work in your favor. How about we go another round? After all, you've only used your right hand. Your left one's still fresh!" "Country boy, how cyour fist is so hard?" Kojima asked, puzzled.

"Not just my fists-other parts are pretty hard too! How about I send a bunch of Japanese beauties over someday to experience it for themselves?" Daniel's brazen taunt added insult to Kojima's injury.

Chapter 455 The Number One Assassin "What are you laughing at?" Kojima asked.

"Oh, isn't Dumbbell a character, sending an animal to takedown? Do I look like easy prey that one little animal can get the better of me?" Daniel's reply instantly darkened Kojima's face, understanding full well that 'animal' was not meant as a compliment.

Infuriated, Kojima retorted, "Country boy, I am no animal! My nis Kojima! Japan's number one assassin, Kojima!" "Oh, so Japan's top assassin is an animal, huh? Does that mean there are no humans there, just beasts? Hahaha..." Daniel's mockery sent Kojima into a rage.

"How dare you insult Japan like that? Watch as I punch your mouth to a pulp!" Kojima, fist raised, lunged straight at Daniel. He even gave a warning, "If you're brave enough, don't dodge! I'll ensure this fist turns your mouth into mush and your face into a pig's head!" "Alright, I won't dodge!" Daniel accepted the challenge openly.

Whoosh! As Kojima's iron fist cut through the air towards Daniel, he merely smiled slightly and swung his own fist to meet Kojima's.

Seeing Daniel neither flee nor dodge, but instead, ready to block his fist with his own, Kojima was secretly delighted. His fist was as hard as a diamond-capable of denting a ten-centimeter-thick steel plate.

He was sure that his punch would crush Daniel's fist into a pulp.

In the blink of an eye, their fists collided.

Thud!

The calm night was pierced by a heavy thump. As Japan's number one assassin, Kojima had honedha formidable power. Daniel, however, housed seven dragons in his body. So when their fists met, not only did it create a muffled boom, but also a blinding white light, like a meteor colliding with Earth. Beauty, standing not far away, was temporarily blinded by the dazzling light that turned night into day. Then, a gut-wrenching scream filled the air.

"Ah! Aaah!"

The voice was concerning, and at the first "Ah!" Beauty was worried it might be Daniel. But upon hearing the m second Ah! her fears dissipated; she was one hundred percent certain it was not Daniel, but the Japanese man screaming. She knew Daniel's cry would carry a distinct flavor, a quality that, once heard, made her want to hear it again.

As the white light faded, Kojima's fist was visibly swollen, puffed up like a loaf of bread. Daniel stood with his hands in his pockets, smirking joyfully.

"Hey, animal, how's that hoof of yours feeling? It seems your punch just now didn't quite work your favor. y How about we go another round? After all, you've only used your right hand. Your left one's still fresh!" "Country boy, how cyour fist is so hard?" Kojima asked, puzzled.

"Not just my fists-other parts are pretty hard too! How about I send a bunch of Japanese beauties over someday to experience it for themselves?" Daniel's brazen taunt added insult to Kojima's injury.