The Understated Dragon Lord
Chapter 708 Inferno

Chapter 708 Inferno

The force and solidity of that punch would have pulverized even the hardest granite into dust. A punch bearing such magnitude and sheer weight could do serious damage to Daniel's face if it connected. But to waste such a blow on thin air would have been a shame.

So, as Black's formidable punch came at him, Daniel nonchalantly snagged a hefty wooden branch from the ground and held it up in defense. "Boom!"

The stick shattered with a dull thud, scattering splinters everywhere.

"Black, not bad with that punch! I was saving this branch for firewood and hadn't gotten around to chopping it yet. It turns out your fist is quite handy, more effective than an axe!"

Daniel cheekily picked up another branch, placed it on the ground, and goaded, "Come on, Black! With your fist heavy as a sledgehammer, give it another go - smash this branch to bits too!"

After his punch had been deflected, Black was already seething with rage, and Daniel's taunts only stoked his anger to new heights. "Bumpkin, I swear I'll smash you into pulp!"

Then Black, with a roar, threw another lightning-fast punch at Daniel's face.

"Boom!"

But the result was the same as

before-the stick met its fate,

splintering into pieces on the ground. As hard as Black's fists were, the consecutive blows against the sturdy wood left his knuckles aching fiercely.

Wincing in pain, Black shook his sore hand and barked furiously at Daniel, "If you're brave enough, stop playing tricks and fight me one on one - man to man, fist to fist!"

"Why should I go fist to fist with you? And do I need to prove I'm a man to you? Why should I need to prove anything to you, huh?"

Daniel smirked and then taunted, "If you're so tough, come at me! There are plenty more wood branches here that need chopping, and since don't have an axe, let's use your fists to split this firewood!"

With that said, Daniel jabbed another branch straight at Black, who, unable to dodge in time, had no choice but to respond with another mighty punch.

The branch broke apart, wood chips raining to the ground, but Black's fist kept surging forward. This time, he was aiming directly for Daniel's

chest intent on leaving in l"

hole. He wanted to deliver a

deathblow to this insolent bumpkin.

He wanted to make Daniel suffer, to cast him down into an inferno. That was the fate Black, a Level Six Martial Arts Master, deemed suitable for anyone who dared to insult him.