Boiling Beast Bloodline
Chapter 947 - 223 KO_2

Chapter 947: Chapter 223 KO_2

The Mithril arm had just been struck by Ibrahim, the Seven-Colored Dragon’s heavy foot, skewered into the stone-paved ground, most of it buried beneath the surface layer of soil, only a small part exposed outside, situated two yards to the left of where Ibrahim stood.

"Hurry up and pick it up and attach it, start quickly," Ibrahim, the Seven-Colored Dragon, said impatiently.

"Now that we both know each other’s trump cards, let’s not play with your magnetic bipolar control anymore. With my strength, as long as I’m prepared, you’ll never have the chance to pull me with the Mithril arm again," Liu Shock walked over to Ibrahim and began to prattle on.

"Less nonsense, pick up your fake arm," the Seven-Colored Dragon said irritably.

"What’s the rush, you’re not hurrying off to be reborn," Old Liu stood in front of Ibrahim with a sly grin, "Even if you win this time, it’s useless. You’re a Seven-Colored Dragon; one defeat is a lifelong stain. No one will make a big deal if I lose once, haha! Including you, I have now defeated three Giant Dragons, what an honor!"

"Don’t waste your efforts, provoking me will only make you die more miserably," said Ibrahim, the Seven-Colored Dragon, biting his lip and taking a long, deep breath. He turned his head and pointed at Liu Shock’s nose, enunciating every word, "Arrogant Richard, I tell you... Ah... Ow..."

Ibrahim hadn’t finished speaking when, suddenly, Liu Shock made his move without warning.

His right hand moved as quick as lightning to seize Ibrahim’s finger, which was pointing at his nose, and twisted it in the opposite direction. Ibrahim’s unfinished sentence turned into a muffled groan. His body folded like a piece of sun-dried, salted fish, falling backwards and bending down—this was the body’s purely natural reaction, as anyone’s would be if their finger was suddenly twisted.

As fierce as they come, Ibrahim’s first thought when ambushed was to endure the excruciating pain and forcibly break his own finger to launch an attack, but a shiny boot had already flashed up in his face. No matter who you are, the most fragile bones are surely the nasal bones; a heavy blow to the nose, known in slang as a "blind punch," will make anyone collapse as if tears and snot pour down like a waterfall. No matter how brave you are, it’s a natural body reaction.

Even if Ibrahim were made of pure metal, his nasal bone still got kicked and broken on the spot, which was Liu Shock showing restraint. In a move meant to subdue, a standard heavy blow would have been to drive the shards of the opponent’s nasal bone into their brain—absolutely lethal.

Poor Ibrahim, the Seven-Colored Dragon, with snot, tears, and thick blood like molten iron covering his face, had his courage and strength shattered by the huge pain from that kick.

Before Ibrahim could get nasty again or even had time to react, Liu Shock, swinging his finger, had already pulled him down to the ground.

With a "thud," another kick landed on the temple.

Luna, the Fairy Dragon nearby, was dumbfounded; in the blink of an eye, her husband was laid out again, so fast she didn’t even have time to react.

The Generals and warriors in the stands all felt a cold sweat break out down their spines. This Shaman of Divine Songs was indeed too cunning, using instinctual physical reactions to dismantle any potential resistance, not even leaving time for a response. His movements were so fluid and clean, he was like a seasoned bandit.

Even if Ibrahim, the Seven-Colored Dragon, were truly made of iron and brass, the pain and natural reactions were still there. Liu Shock banked on this, his continuous strikes leaving Ibrahim with no chance to recover.

Liu Shock, like before, pinned Ibrahim to the ground, locking his throat.

Military arrest technique, just a few moves, but it’s always about locking the throat.

Even those with the least discernment could see one thing: Richard was holding back. Otherwise, even if Ibrahim had three lives, he would have lost them all already.

"Despicable!" Ibrahim gasped for air, squeezing out these two words through his teeth.

"Idiot! And don’t forget, it was you who said ’start.’ Didn’t you say you wanted to show me your real strength?" Liu Shock laughed maniacally as he tightened his grip, causing Ibrahim’s eyes to bulge.

"Utterly shameless!" Luna, the Fairy Dragon, was so furious her voice broke: "You said you would pick up that steel arm yourself! You attacker!"

"Obischillaci!" Liu Shock exclaimed angrily: "When did I say I’d pick up that Mithril arm? It was the Seven-Colored Dragon himself who told me to pick it up foolishly! Did I say I disagreed with fighting when Ibrahim said, ’Let the battle begin’? From the moment he said the fight starts, our battle had already begun!!!"

The Fairy Dragon, Luna, was stunned; the Seven-Colored Dragon, Ibrahim, also stopped struggling in vain.

"Girl! Remember one fact, the first thing I say with my tongue is my first wave of attack!" Liu Shock looked up coldly at Luna with a sneer: "This will also teach you that not all physical attacks come from fists and feet, my tongue can do the same! If you fall for my trick, that’s your own stupidity! Why would anyone in this world bother arguing with their opponent? Not understanding this and still claiming to be the best in the world?"