Chapter 1680 Go To Sleep
"I'll show you what happens when you try to act smart."
~Swish!
Santa quickly dodged Daniel's powerful and wild swinging kick to his chest, but that wasn't the only attack Daniel had prepared for him.
Ahhhh!
Santa was pushed back, crushing Gwen behind him.
Daniel was equally fast and was a brutal close combat fighter.
Looking at the chains dangling from his hands, Santa knew he was never going to win this battle unless he completely cut them off.
Luckily, he had also seen pulling them earlier in preparation for when he had to run away.
After all, dangling chains would only make louder noises and be hard to carry and handle if they had to flee.
"Niece, hold on a bit longer. I'll finish this quickly."
Daniel smirked sisterly. "You? Finish this quicker? I don't think so!"
Pah! Pah! Boom! Pah! Bam! Bam!
Daniel did not give Santa any time to breathe.
On and on he went like a killing machine, rushing to slaughter Santa at every opportunity he found.
Good Heavens!
Santa was almost at the end of his ropes, trying to dodge his opponent all at once.
His focus was still on tipping off the dangling chains from his hands. So how could he have the time to make attack moves of his own?
'Almost there.' Santa said inwardly, ensuring that Gwen was safe behind his back.
It was hard for the little girl to hold on, but she didn't have much of a choice.
Should she get down, the bastard might find a way to get a hold of her again and that's something Santa would never allow to happen.
Suddenly, Santa's eyes lit up as he knew he was successful.
Alright.
Time to get serious.
He side-stepped forward planning to use Baymard's most 'deceiving' hand-to-hand combat techniques called the Tactical Y.
Come on!
The technique was so good that even seasoned veterans who were well-versed in the technique still fell for its pitfalls.
First, he imagined the letter Y itself, imagining he was starting off at the bottom end of the Y, while Daniel stood between both branches of Y.
At this point, they were both equal.
But when Santa dashed forward, he began playing a scheming and deceiving game and cat and mouth between each Y tail.
The trick was to get Daniel to shift his equilibrium to the opposite side before delivering a cool sneak attack when he least expected it.
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What?
Daniel was shocked to see the chains drop to the ground when Santa was barely a few inches from punching him.
Still, he quickly recovered from his daze, leaning to his right in an attempt to block the attack. But who would have known the true attack was coming from that end instead?
Pouf~
Daniel spat a mouthful of blood, not wanting to believe the bastard had struck him.
His eyes bulged animatedly as though trying to say: Cheater! Cheater!
What sort of scheming attack was that?
If you want to fight, fight like a man and come straight on!
Bluffing and scheming attacks were the works of cowards!
(*Q*)
Daniel was so furious because Santa struck him when he was the least stable, causing him to almost tumble and fall.
And the worst part of it all was that since he lost his stability, Santa refused to let him gain it back as he continued attacking and plunging him into greater instability.
Dammit
Cold sweat soon began to form on Daniel's forehead, as he wondered if he would fall into the hands of this cheat who couldn't even win him in a proper battle.
Daniel was so aggrieved that he wished he could find Santa's ancestral grave and torch the corpses of his ancestors to death!
How can they give birth to such an unworthy descendant?
And what was up with his attacks?
Santa gave him the old Eyeball pinch, poking his eyeballs with his fingers when Daniel least expected it.
Mind you, Santa's fingers have been rolling in the dirt for so long that the moment they touched Daniel's eyeballs, he began feeling teary.
Who can tell him why he met such a weirdo here? Who taught him such spineless attacks?
Daniel felt the person should be torched and his ashes thrown into an active volcano to be burnt again
[Landon]:...
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His eyes! His eyes!
They swelled up in a matter of seconds after a few runs, though Daniel still tried to keep his composure, wanting to rely on sound to defeat his opponent.
However, Santa seems to have read his thoughts, sending bluffs here and there while attacking him in cowardly places.
Looking at his boot, Santa smirked playfully.
"Ahhhhhhhhh!~
This was the first cry Daniel had let out.
Looking upward to the heavens, an image of 2 cracked eggs appeared in his mind when feeling the pain engulf him below.
"Bastard! Motherf**ker! You son of a b**ch!"
Daniel cursed in all languages he spoke, as he felt his manhood escape him.
No need to ask, from the loud gush of blood flowing, he knew his balls were gone.
No.
The sac had been torn and his balls were now out of his body.
What sort of boots could remove a dagger from them?
Daniel had never heard of such a shoe.
But little did he know that during a UN meeting, astar was the one who thought of the idea of wanting a retractable dagger in his shoes.
But they didn't want everyone to have it since it might be stolen by enemy forces.
So only the leaders and those in top positions had a batch of custom-made shoes they kept in their safes and most secure locations.
Surprisingly, the system allowed it since the idea wasn't thought of by Landon.
And thus, all royals and the most trusted nobles now had these shows for extra protection.
Hehehehehehehe~
With a triple click of his boots, Santa sent the blade into Daniel's bottoms, wanting to see how he would think of his Penelope anymore knowing his twin eggs were gone.
Looking at the wailing Daniel, Santa quickly threw a pebble into his mouth causing him to choke.
Good.
No more wailing.
.
Santa was afraid of draining more attention than they already did.
Perhaps the guards from afar might think he was the one getting tortured. But after a while, if no one leaves the scene, they will become suspicious, thinking something might have gone wrong.
Tearing a piece of fabric from the clothes of the dead around them, Santa hastily wrapped it in a ball and forced it into the mouth of the choking Daniel.
What's going on here? Why was he who had the upper hand lose in the end?
Daniel's chest grew tight with unwillingness, as his chest rose and fell vigorously.
The choking, the swelling of his eyes, the loss of his balls, the stab to his inner thighs... every attack Santa launched was not only meticulously but also very savage and cowardly too.
Don't blame Daniel for losing.
In all his years, Daniel had never known people could fight dirty like this.
Everyone knows a man's bottom part was off-limits. It was a standard code that people knew from birth.
In any battle, he could expect to have his head torn, his limbs severed and even his eyes plucked out. But no one will bloody hell take his balls away from him!
As a T.O.E.P member, he felt the shame greater, already imagining how people in the organization would laugh at him when they found out his balls were gone and his tentacles injured too.
Hey...
They might come up with nicknames like Ballzy or Ball-less Crown Prince.
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He will also stop getting important missions and will have fewer chances of ranking up too.
Hell! They might also degrade him, feeling he was unworthy of his current seat.
A downgrade was terrible since it also meant most of his men would have to be taken away from him and given to others who truly deserved them.
Yes.
Even if he brought the men in, once they entered the T.O.E.P not as leaders but as 'workers'... meant they could be transferred and dispatched at will if their current leader didn't step up.
Do you know how important reputation is for people like him?
At that time, even people under him might be willing to opt and leave on their own, not wanting to have him as their leader anymore.
After all, it also affects their reputation as workers too, having to work under such an incompetent boss.
All in all, it would be bad for Daniel.
Daniel only blamed himself for underestimating Santa's shamelessness.
Just thinking about it made him momentarily forget about his pain, wanting things to end like this.
He tried spitting out the blood in his mouth while struggling to stand with all his might despite his weak legs.
But how could Santa let him have his way?
Santa plunged Daniel's own dagger into his chest with a cold glint in his eyes.
"Go to sleep."
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