The Understated Dragon Lord
Chapter 711 One Tap

Chapter 711 One Tap

Though his days with Big Yellow were a nightmare, Daniel had his share of happy times.

White, all seriousness, demanded, "Who's Big Yellow?"

Daniel, ever the jester, replied, "Big Yellow is our village lord. Nobody dares to cross him except the pretty women in the village. He's the real deal!"

"The village lord? In my guess, he's probably just a good-for-nothing. Maybe he's a bit rough and has some brute strength, but does he even compare to a martial arts master?" White scoffed with disdain.

While bantering with Daniel, White stealthily slid a dart from his sleeve into his hand. Suddenly, he flicked his wrist.

Whoosh!

The sharp dart hurtled towards Daniel's throat.

White intended a one-tap kill on Daniel!

The dart flew extraordinarily fast, like a flash of lightning, seemingly arriving in an instant. Such a projectile, if launched by a Level Six Martial Arts Master, could certainly be described as swift as light.

An average person wouldn't stand a chance against it. Even someone just below a martial arts master might not understand what had hit them before it was too late.

But Daniel wasn't an average fighter; he was the Son of the Seven Dragons-a demigod among men. As the dart approached, Daniel simply sidestepped with a slight shift, dodging the attack with ease and good cheer.

The dart missed and headed

straight for Down, who was standing

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aside. Black, upon realizing the impending accident, panicked. Without further thought, he charged like a bull towards Down, tackling him to the ground just in time.

The dart embedded itself in a big pine tree, vanishing into the trunk with only a small end visible.

Meanwhile, Down hit the ground with a thud, seeing stars from the impact.

"Ow! Oh my goodness!" Down groaned in pain before shoving Black off him, irate, and gave the dark-skinned man a few kicks.

"What's wrong with you, Black? Have you lost your mind? You trying to kill me or what?"

"Sir, I had no intention of hurting you. That bumpkin dodged the dart my brother shot. If I hadn't acted and knocked you down, the dart could've hurt you!"

Black hastily explained himself.

"Aren't you two supposed to be Level

Six Martial Arts Masters? Aren't you

both known as top ten warriors among USA's martial artists? And yet, you can't overcome The Spirit Cat or even beat a mere country boy?"

Down's scolding felt like a slap to Black and White's faces their names were renowned throughout the nation.

They could be forgiven for not besting The Spirit Cat; after all, its strength was immense, a challenge even for a Level Nine Martial Arts Master.

But Daniel was just a country

bumpkin. Both brothers had taken

their turns trying to take him down and didn't even land a blow, much less defeat him. This hit both men's pride hard, leaving Black and White feeling incredibly humiliated.