MTL NOVEL Chapter 13: Throw into the sea
Shua!
The fatty burst into action suddenly and exploded towards Damien Bloodbane! His chubby right hand had turned into a dragon's claw and was flying straight towards Damien Bloodbane's neck!
Bam!
Damien Bloodbane caught the dragon claw easily and stopped it in its tracks a couple of inches before its razor sharp edge sliced into his neck.
He looked at the fatty coldly as he released his own wave of killing intent.
After killing literally millions of zergs and all sorts of fearsome beasts, Damien Bloodbane's killing intent was countless times more intense and bloodthirsty than even the most savage Dragon Highlord.
It was something that the fatty/dragon was not prepared to face.
Sha!!
It easily penetrated the fatty's mental defenses and invoked a deep, primal sense of terror within him.
Crack!!!
Damien Bloodbane's hand which was holding his claw in a death grip clenched suddenly and broke his claw into several pieces!
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!" The surge of physical pain triggered the primal terror within the fatty to action and he screamed loudly like a chicken being slaughtered.
And he did so right in front of Damien Bloodbane's face!
"Shut up." Damien Bloodbane immediately ordered.
Click.
It was like the sound system of a screaming recording was suddenly turned off.
Damien Bloodbane released the fatty's claw which promptly reverted into a broken human hand.
The fatty's eyes were still completely dilated in terror and his fat body was trembling violently.
Sighing deeply, Damien Bloodbane retracted his killing intent.
"Gahhhhh!!" The sudden release of deathly pressure immediately gave the fatty so much relief that he vomited at Damien Bloodbane at point blank range!
Damien Bloodbane had to unleash all of his strength and speed at that moment to avoid the bits of half digested meat and slivers of stomach acid from slamming onto his face.
Black lines appeared on his face as he restrained the urge to beat that damned fatty up into pulp!
Damned fatty!
How dare he vomit so violently in front of the future king of the world!
"You bastard, you actually dare to try and vomit on my face? Do you really want to die so much?!" Damien Bloodbane smacked the fatty's head in anger.
"Oww!! I'm sorry boss!!" The fatty shouted loudly and placed his hand on his head in pain.
"Boss your head! Who the hell is your boss!" Damien Bloodbane glared at the fatty and raised his hand to beat his head once more.
"You're my boss, boss! Please stop hitting me! Here! Please take this 1000 dollars as my tribute!" The fatty cried out as he quickly took out one of the three pieces of money he got from the rich young man.
Smack!
Damien Bloodbane's hand descended upon the part of the fatty's head which was not covered by his hand!
"Oww! Boss! You're really an awe inspiring boss! I was wrong! How can such an awesome boss of such a national treasure like me only get 1000 dollars? Here! Take 2000 dollars!" The fatty shamelessly shouted and somehow managed to praise himself even in such a situation.
"I don't need a follower." Damien Bloodbane said coldly. Hell no, especially not such a shameless and noisy one such as the fatty before him!
But… he did need abit of money to buy a dagger.
"Ah boss! Please don't leave me! It is so hard to find a powerful boss like you! Please take me with you! Here! Take all my earnings from today! Take this 3000 dollars! It's all yours!" The fatty shouted loudly and caused the people around to look at them in a strange light.
At that moment, a group of youths clad in dark red armor emerged from the crowd, their heavy boots clanking against the stone ground with a metallic echo that reverberated through the air.
The sharp scent of iron and sweat wafted from their gear, mingling with the acrid tang of scorched earth nearby.
Their armor, though scuffed from past battles, gleamed under the harsh sunlight, casting crimson reflections that danced across the walls.
A chorus of mocking laughter erupted as they approached, their voices rough and sneering, each word laced with cruel amusement.
"Isn't that the E ranked trash of the Bloodbane Clan? Why is that fatty kneeling before him?"
"Yeah, and why is there such a smelly pile of vomit next to them? Damn it I can even smell it from here! Disgusting!"
"One fat bastard and one useless bastard, ha! They are perfect for each other!"
"Boss! They are talking crap about me, your most amazing follower! How dare they call me a fat bastard! Please go ahead and beat them up to teach them a lesson!" The fatty stood up and shouted loudly while pointing at them.
"What the hell? I'm your boss! Why the hell are YOU telling me to go teach them a lesson?!" Damien Bloodbane raised his hand to smack his head again.
"AHA! THERE YOU SAID IT! YOU'RE MY BOSS!! HAHAHAHA!" The fatty shouted excitedly and triumphantly.
Damien Bloodbane's face turned ugly at that moment as he realized that the damned fatty had tricked him!
"Don't worry boss! I will beat up those bastards who dared to insult you! How dare they call you an E ranked trash? If a supreme master like you is an E ranked trash, you would probably kill yourself out of shame, right boss?
Fuck! If I have a brother who is E ranked, I will probably throw him into the sea myself! E ranked! Ha! Is such a person even considered a human being? Those bastards!
Hey you! You're the damned E ranked trash! Your whole family are all E ranked fuckers!"
Damien Bloodbane's face, which was already ugly after being tricked by the fatty, turned incredibly gloomy!
"Fatty…"
"Don't worry boss! I will make sure they pay the price for insulting you! E ranked trash! Ha! How da-"
Bam!
Damien Bloodbane could only smack the fatty's head once more to shut him up before turning around and walking away into the bazaar.
"Ouch! Boss! Why are you hitting me? I am about to teach them a lesson! Wait a minute… could it be… that you are truly-"