The Understated Dragon Lord

Chapter 709 He Deserved It

As a formidable Level Six Martial Arts Master, Black could not bear the thought of being unable to deal with a mere bumpkin, let alone be defeated by one. It would be the end of his reputation, and he would no longer be able to pride himself on his martial arts prowess.

Black gathered all his strength for this punch, giving it about ny percent of his total power. Such a thunderous blow aimed straight at one's chest was certainly not to be wasted.

So, when that iron fist came hurtling at him, Daniel nonchalantly reached out his hand and grabbed something—or rather, someone. It was not just anything; it was Smart.

Initially, Smart had kept his distance, fearing the battle might splash blood on him or that an errant blow could reach him. But Daniel cared for him— how could he let Smart stay far away? Thus, Daniel crafted an illusion to disorient Smart, causing him to lose his sense of direction and unwittingly draw closer.

As Smart was suddenly yanked to the forefront, Black's punch was barreling towards him. Seeing his fist about to land, Black realized with horror that Smart was now in its path. Daniel, the cunning country boy, had used Smart as a human shield?

Black couldn't dare let his punch land fatally on Smart. After all, this man was The Evans' heir. If Smart were to die by Black's hand, he could never bear the responsibility.

In a last-ditch effort to avoid harming Smart, Black strained to withdraw his punch. But halting a strike already in motion was incredibly challenging, even for him.

"Thud!"

Despite his efforts, Black's fist collided with Smart's face, knocking several teeth out and swelling it horribly, Although Black had tried to pull back, the punch still retained about ten percent of its force causing Smart to nearly black out from the impact. This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

"Ah! Aaaah!" Smart, clutching his swollen face, howled in agony, cursing as he did, "Black, are you a damn fool? If you're going to hit the bumpkin, hit him. Why hit me?"

"Smart, it's not my fault! My punch was meant for the bumpkin's chest, to burst right through it. But he, with his sneaky tricks, dragged you over to take the blow for him!"

"Black, what are you saying?! You

just punched me, knocked my teeth out, and r now my face is all swollen.

Now you're telling me it's my fault? As if I asked for it? FUCK YOU!"

Enraged, Smart kicked Black in the stomach, venting his frustration. He didn't dare strike Daniel, knowing well that Daniel would retaliate, and he would be the one to suffer.

Black was a different case—he was

just an employee hired by Down. Such subordinates knew their place and would never dare raise their hand to someone of Smart's standing-a scion of a great house.

So, even after being kicked by Smart, Black said nothing. He endured the attack, knowing he could not afford to do otherwise.