The Understated Dragon Lord novel Chapter 233

With a crisping sound, the already half-snapped Kurogane katana broke off yet another piece. The once formidable blade, originally over fifty centimeters long, was now reduced to less than ten centimeters, almost like a dagger.

"Japanese man, we Americans believe in 'even'. You tried to stab me and missed—that's your problem. So it's only right that I give you one attack in return!" Daniel declared as he swung his willow branch.

Crack!

The willow branch made a sharp noise as it struck Takashi Sato's face, leaving a red welt resembling a centipede crawling across his cheek. Against a shameless nation like Japan, a slap in the face was the best approach since they were not behaving like true people.

"You stupid American, how dare you hit my face? Baka!" Takashi Sato erupted once more in fury, his face reddened as he pointed the remaining stub of the Kurogane katana at Daniel’s chest.

Then, with a sly press of a button, three black darts shot out. This was a hidden feature of the katana. Originally equipped with eighteen darts, only three remained after the blade was significantly shortened, but these last three were more than enough to end the life of the pesky American.

As the flying darts approached, Daniel waved his willow branch.

Crack! Crack! Crack!

With three crisp sounds, the darts were sent flying. Two struck Takashi Sato in each of his knees, forcing him to plop down to the ground. The last dart sliced his cheek, then ricocheted off at a sharp angle, piercing the knees of several other Japanese fighters and causing them to kneel simultaneously.

"Ah... Aaaah..."

Takashi Sato writhed on the ground, howling in pain as he held his maimed legs. The other Japanese fighters, likewise injured, clutched their knees while screaming and rolling on the ground.

Daniel wouldn't let off the remaining unknelt Japanese, either. With swift swings of his willow branch, he promptly had everyone on their knees.

But Brittany had more to add.

"Jessica, I have another request."

"Go ahead."

"Well, I'd like to borrow the Country Boy. I want to bring him with me to my hometown."

The innocuous request hung in the air, laden with unspoken implications, as they continued their drive.