928 The Shameful Baymardians
Ling Pong stared at Boss dog coldly as blood slowly dripped from his bitten hand.
Chriiiick!
He tore a piece of clothing and slowly tied it around his right hand that now seemed numb.
Boss dog, on the other hand, allowed him to do so since it wouldn't make any difference.
Ling Pong noted the ends of the fabric with the help of his mouth and slowly took a fighting stance.
Even though his most dominant hand was injured, he didn't fret about using his other hand to fight.
After all, as an assassin, mastering the use of weapons with both hands was key.
So he wasn't worried at all.
He held his dagger in his other hand and spat out the accumulated saliva in his mouth.
Cupuh.
His eyes flashed with a cold light: "Stupid dog, you're going to pay for that last injury."
With that, he dashed forward ruthlessly and sent his blade towards Boss Dog's neck.
Swish.
Boss Dog ducked, passed under his open legs in a flash, stood at his back and bit his butt.
Grrrrrrrrrrr!
"Ahhhhh!"
Ling Pong's body tensed up when he felt the Boss dog's sharp fangs sink into his soft cushioned butt.
He gritted his teeth in rage, twisted his body and sent the knife towards Boss dog's neck again.
Boss dog, who had his eyes on the dagger, quickly jumped back and spat in disgust.
Pui!
Ling Ping was somehow offended.
Did his butt stink?
Bro, if you don't like biting butts, then why do it?
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Boss dog's expression was truly hilarious for those observing the fight.
Boss Dog had his mouth wide open as if he had taken in poison or something.
Even though it was a dog, Ling Pong felt that it was taunting him.
"You damn Dog! Die for me!"
Once again, he swiftly sent his blade towards his opponent.
Slash. Slash. Slash. Slash. Slash. Slash.
The duo went at it for a while, with Ling Pong's moves becoming faster and deadlier.
But Boss dog, who regularly trained with Mitchen, knew the cunning nature of humans and was able to avoid the attacks seamlessly.
He jumped, duck, paw-slapped, rolled and used his hind legs to deliver powerful kicks.
Ling Pong, who was several purple bruises from Boss dogs hits, was truly getting frustrated.
Was a dog better than him, an assassin?
He didn't believe that he wouldn't be able to land a single blow on it.
Looking at the blade in his hand, he placed it away and decided to rely on his fists.
He sent several thundering punches and kicks towards his opponent until he finally landed a good solid hit on Boss dog.
Pah.
The hit was enough to send anyone or dog flying and rolling on the ground, but in Boss dog's case, he was still firmly standing, with his head facing sideways, as the hit had turned his head towards that direction.
Boss dog turned his face back and looked at Ling Pong coldly.
Alright. He was done playing nice.
No more mister nice dog.
Like lightning, he appeared beside Ling Pong.
And before Ling Pong could react, the hand that he now relied on to fight was bitten.
Boss dog bit his hand and grinned coldly before slamming him left to right on the ground as if he was Bam Bam in the flintstones.
Bam. Bam. Bam. Bam.
Left, right, left, right.
His body was crushed to the ground mercilessly.
His body tore with bruises, and even he felt like he had some internal injuries from the dog's moves.
There was no helping it.
He had been thrown on his hard floor that was similar to stone by a very inhumane beast.
Instantly, his throat felt full as blood forcefully gushed upwards in an attempt to escape from his mouth.
Blugh.
As expected, he had internal injuries.
And to make matters worse, every time the dog lifted him into the air to throw him back down again, he felt more agony from its fangs.
The pain was so intense that he felt as if his hand would disconnect with his arms soon.
Nonetheless, he was unwilling to lose to a dog.
So he wiggled and twisted his body midair while trying to land back on his feet and throw the damn dog off instead.
But how could it be that easy?
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Gripping his hand, Boss dog now started spinning around, swirling Ling Pong in the air at an incredibly fast pace.
Dammit!
It was so fast that everything around Ling Pong became blurred.
And the next thing he knew, he was slammed onto a wall.
Bam.
F***!
He felt dizzy.
While lying on his back, he began seeing things in threes and fours.
He struggled to get up but was too dizzy to stand properly.
Boss dog dashed towards him and kicked again, pushing him to the wall once more.
From there, Ling Pong began his first-day training as a punching bag.
And the other dogs who finished their fights all stared at their Boss in awe.
As expected of their leader.
His strength was unmatched.
~Rurururu!
"Get him, boss!"
~Rurururu!
~Ruruuuuu!
The dogs bellowed excitedly, white their tails swishing happily while watching their boss in action.
Boss dog was really ruthless.
Pah. Bam. Bam. Bam.
"You damn beast!
Stop for me, or I'll stew your flesh and blood for dinner!"
Pah.
"No! No! No! No!!!
I refuse to be insulted like this!
Where are your masters? Come out for me!
Come out, you cowardly Baymardians. Come out and fight me!"
Pah. Bam. Smack.
Ling Pong yelled out angrily.
He was pissed!
These Baymardians sent out dogs to fight them, as if they, as assassins, were unworthy of fighting the real Baymardians.
They made it look like they, the Baymardians, were the top most powerful bosses, which one could only fight after defeating their dogs.
Bullish**!
They were just coward's that relied on the dogs instead.
If an empire or any organization, or even he had these sorts of dogs, then what was the point of hiring people?
These dogs were clearly more powerful than many assassins and were probably the main fighting force here.
So knowing how powerful these dogs are, these cowardly Baymardians hid behind them this whole time.
And he refused to lose to a bunch of cowards who only won by relying on others.
Whether it was the Caronians or the dogs, these Baymardians had no fighting power and relied on both.
How shameful!
