Chapter 60 A Reasonable Man
“Hisss!” Daniel sucked in his breath, then taunted Justin, “Mr. Justin, your head really is quite hard. I had no idea you took to head–butting concrete pillars. This poor pillar, look, It’s cracked because it couldn’t handle your hard head. If it could speak, I’m sure it would be crying out in pain.”
Although Justin’s skull was tough, the fierce collision had left him a bit groggy. It took him a good while to gather his wits and get back to his feet. Enraged, he stood up and pointed at Daniel, roaring, “You scum! You dare make a fool of me? Today, I’m going to beat the life out of you, you coward who only knows how to flee!”
“Yeah, that’s what you say. But if I recall, you haven’t managed to hit me yet. Not even a hair. I’d love to see you try to beat me to death, but you’re going to have to land your punch first. And by the way, a real man’s fist is nowhere near as soft as yours.”
Provoked by Daniel’s words, Justin’s face turned a bright shade of red. “If you’re tough enough, stop dodging! You say my fist is like a woman’s, but you’re too scared to even take a hit. Does that mean your
fists are even worse than a woman’s?”
Justin ridiculed Daniel in an attempt to force him into a direct fight. Daniel was fast, and Justin was having a difficult time landing a hit. Justin’s strength was in his raw power!
He might not be far behind ordinary masters in technique, but compared to top–tier experts, he was slightly outclassed. If Daniel chose to simply dodge without attacking. Justin could exhaust himself without ever laying a finger on Daniel. And if Daniel unexpectedly counterattacked once Justin had depleted his stamina, Justin would suffer a significant loss. Realizing this, Justin felt compelled to
confront Daniel head–on.
“So, Mr. Justin, you’re desperate to test the hardness of my fists? Fine! I’ll stop being polite and let you.
truly understand what a man’s punch feels like.”
Daniel, hands still in his pockets, continued smiling. “Mr. Justin, go ahead and punch. This time, I absolutely will not dodge. I’ll meet your fist directly with mine and mash that girly fist of yours to pulp. I’ll shatter all five fingers without leaving a single one intact.”
“Arrogant!” Justin bellowed, then, with all his strength, hurled a punch towards Daniel’s chest. He poured everything into this one punch, aiming for a lethal blow against Daniel.
Daniel, as he promised, didn’t dodge. He pulled his fist out of his pocket and met Justin’s punch head–on. The two fists collided, creating an impact like a meteor hitting Earth.
Boom!
An explosion of sound so loud it made everyone’s ears buzz, accompanied by a clash of airwaves that let out a blinding white light, causing a momentary blindness for everyone present. No one could see the outcome of the collision between the two combatants.
As the light dispersed, everyone assumed it must be Justin who had won and laughter began to bubble up among the club members.
Chapter 60 A Reasonable Man
But when the white light faded, they found two figures in the center of the venue: one stood tall like an iron tower, the other crouched on the ground, whimpering and clutching a broken arm. Standing was Daniel, and the one in agony was, of course, Justin.
Everyone was in utter disbelief. They couldn’t trust their eyes. Had Justin actually been defeated? Could it be that the man from the Martial Club United’s Top 10 was laid low by a bumpkin?
Daniei casually walked over to Justin, looking down on him with his hands still tucked comfortably in his pockets, “Mr. Justin, how do you feel?”
“You… you dared to hit me? You broke my arm, are you seeking death?!” Justin snarled through gritted
teeth.
“Mr. Justin, why are you so stubborn? Hasn’t anyone ever defeated you before?” Daniel turned to Brittany and asked cheerfully, “Do you still have that lighter we used last time in your bag?”
“What are you going to do?” Brittany retorted, anxious yet eager.
“Give it to me, I need it.”
Despite her words, Brittany was hoping to see Daniel punish Justin thoroughly. She quickly fetched the lighter from her bag and handed it to Daniel. If Daniel pushed Justin too far, he would be making an irreversible enemy out of Martial Club United and all its members.
Daniel took the lighter and placed it under Justin’s chin, flicking it on. The small blue–and–red flame danced dangerously close to Justin’s beard.
“What… what are you doing?” A panicked Justin stuttered. The punch Daniel landed had not only broken his arm but also dispersed his energy, leaving him unable to stand and at Daniel’s mercy. As for his disciples, they had all been dealt with by Daniel, and no one dared to step forward to help their master.
“Are you going to pay the billion? Will you move the Black Panther Club?” Daniel asked.
“I will not pay a penny, not even a cent! The Black Panther Club won’t move! You best kill me right here, because you’re not just messing with me, Justin–you’ve messed with the entire Martial Club United!”
Without another word, Daniel ignited the lighter and set Justin’s beard ablaze. When Justin’s beard had burned halfway, Daniel slapped him across the face, extinguishing the wild flame.
Half of Justin’s beard was burned away, leaving the rest singed but intact. “I’m leaving the other half for now. I’ll be back in three days to ask you again. If you have the same answer by then, I will burn off the remaining half before we continue our talk. You see, I’m a reasonable person, and I believe in reasoning with others. I will keep reasoning with you until you are willing to pay the compensation of a billion dollars and agree to move out willingly.”
