The Supreme Satanic System

Chapter 117 Touching Taboo!

Soon the middle-aged man regained his senses and tried to retrieve his weapon, but it didn't budge a bit, as if it was glued to Bobby's index finger.

The man used more strength on his palms and tried retrieving it again with everything he had, as even all multiple veins got on his face, but the outcome was still the same.

Bobby curled his lips into a wide grin and said. "What now? You old grumpy fool." He then raised his leg slowly and kicked him in his belly.

"Aah...!" the middle-aged man cried out in pain and was sent flying in the air. He then landed on one table on his back and broke it.

Everyone remained quiet, and Bobby walked step by step toward the man like before, strolling carefreely.

When the man stood up on his feet, Bobby appeared in front of him and started punching at his chest, gradually picking up his striking speed, and his last punch landed on his face, sending him flying again with multiple teeth spewing out and a trail of blood leaving in the air.

The man got hit on the wall of the hall, bounced back, and landed on the floor. He got on his feet slowly and suddenly crouched and puked blood three times.

"Spewing nonsense. I understand and I can just pass by thinking that I don't have to waste my time arguing with some moron… But," Bobby's soft voice reverberated throughout the hall, and suddenly all the tables, hanging decors, and every inanimate object began shaking as he drew closer and closer to the middle-aged man and he added with an icy-cold tone. "your filthy mouth dare to cross the line. There is no way I can leave this room without taking your head as a trophy." "Ninja 1st Movement Skill, Racing Against The Wind!"

The next step before his leg landed on the ground, everyone saw him zooming and appearing in front of the man and kicked him very hard on his crotch.

As soon as the kick hit, instead of sending the middle-aged man flying, everyone in the hall heard the sound of eggs breaking, and each man reached out for their crotch unconsciously, and some shook their heads and others snickered.

An intense, heart-wrenching cry followed that sounded like a dead pig crying at the top of its lungs before its last moment. "Aarrh... hh!" He touched his crotch and crouched down on the floor as he bore an excruciating pain in his lower body.

Bobby walked back and came back holding the heavy Gray Hammar and said, admiring it. "Nice weight and the handle is easy to grip."

The man's heart pounded like thunder as every footstep echoed like colossal thunder that was about to break the sky.

In no time, Bobby reached before the man and trotted leisurely, circling around him. "Usually, I ask my victims for their last words but for scum like you...this is what you deserve!" He then lifted the heavy hammer high above in the air and struck down...

"No, have mercy!" The man yelped with snorts and tears.

Clank!

Everyone inside the room saw a beautiful lady appearing out of blue and blocking the hammer with a pair of swords in a crossing pose and pushing Bobby a step back.

Bobby squinted his eyes and asked. "What are you doing, Miss Silla?"

"That's exactly what I want to ask you?" Silla replied and further added. "Sir Bradford, please, can you reckon about this matter a bit further… before you act rashly? This man is the Lieutenant Governor of the city. You have already done enough ball break….um… er.. enough harm to him. Also, I can't let you spill any more blood here in my club. Making a scene in front of the entrance of my club and sending my guard to the hospital's bed is one thing. But this, I can't let this happen."

"Hahaha….haha," Bobby touched his face and started laughing maniacally and suddenly spat out seriously. "Then I have no choice but to beat you first." And he threw the heavy gray hammer at her.

Using her sword, Silla hit the hammer at an angle with the flat side of her sword, causing it to curve more abruptly, and rebound, sending it until finally hitting the wall, carving in it.

He rushed toward her and started punching and kicking at her, but Silla sheathed the twin swords inside the double attached scabbard and quickly blocked his fists and kicks with her palm, holding her ground without taking a single step.

"I know you are strong. But give up, with your current strength, there is no way you can beat me. You are my special guest today, so I'll just stop you from making such rash decisions." Silla said with an amiable smile on her face.

"Hah!" Bobby chuckled and said. "That's really convincing enough…. Miss Silla, this has nothing to do with you and your little whatever club here. This fool dares to touch my taboo, insulting licentiously three of the people that I care about the most in this world. Forget about you or this little insidious club, today even if all the gods come here to stop me, I'm still going to take his head." He then scoffed and further added. "Lieutenant Governor, humph, what about it?... They can give the chair to someone else."

He then pouched at her and the two had another bout, with mostly Bobby on the offensive stance and Silla on the defensive stance, but he could even find a single flaw in the palm technique. Then he thought. "This will not do. If this continues, then forget about killing. I can never get near this pig. Alright, then I will just feign a serious strike and take my chance."

Suddenly Bobby shifted to using the Chinese wing Chun technique from simple hand boxing, using his palms to strike at her with rapid strikes, and each strike came with more momentum. It was one drill he had trained during his training with his Sensei Kemino.

Several minutes later, Silla started feeling sore from his incessant palm strikes and frowned and took a step back. Bobby was expecting her to do it and exactly at that time, he skillfully hooked her front foot upward with his, making her spread her legs straight touching the floor.

"Racing Against The Wind!" He screamed in his mind and zoomed just before the worried-stricken middle-aged man who was about to leave the hall.

"Please, let me go. I can give you anything, you name it. Money, power….." The man pleaded.

But the next second, his head had already gone missing and started spraying blood all around his headless body.

Silla appeared just behind the headless standing body, but she was still a few fractions of a second late to save the man.

When the blood sprayed out from the headless corpse was about to touch her, Silla got back and heaved a long sigh.

Soon she saw the headless body of the Lieutenant Governor fall over the ground and turned around and saw the lanky youth holding the head of the man by the locks, dripping the blood into the red carpet making it darker red.

Bobby grinned at him, showing his teeth, and said in a friendly tone. "So, I have killed the Lieutenant Governor of our Aphrodite City on your turf. What now?... Am I still welcome here?"

He then looked around, looking from one person to another inside the hall and all of them looked down in fright once they made contact with brilliantly bright eyes. Most of them screamed in their heads, 'Never provoke this malignant being and never cross paths with him.'

Clap! Clap!

He clapped twice and said, "Hey, everyone, look at me!"

They gazed up at him and saw the friendly smile on his face, but this only made them more frightened, and one person even lamented inwardly. "This lad is perversely scary. His face seemed like a naïve teenager's. It'll be less scary if he has a face that matches his eccentric personality. After seeing this, it would be very hard for me to believe any innocent-looking faces."

All of them forced out an awkward smile.

Bobby waved his hand and said half-jokingly. "Eh, don't give me that look. Otherwise, if seen by someone else, then no one hardly will believe that I have killed this pig, you all called Lieutenant Governor." A stench of threat quickly began to diffuse across the hall.

A seasoned, quick-witted old man spoke out. "I see nothing. My doctor has already told me I have both far-sightedness and near-sightedness, and, and,....tch, tch, I forgot to wear my glasses today."

"Bahahaha….." Bobby burst into a peal of hysterical laughter and said. "Exactly, this old gentleman here has some serious problems with his eyes, so what about you guys.?"

Immediately after that, another middle-aged man spat out, raising his hand, and he had a knack for telling cock and bull stories.

"In the last week, I fell on the stairs from the 10th floor to the ground floor and bumped quite hard on my head multiple times. My family doctor diagnosed me with permanent amnesia and told me there was no medicine to cure my condition. As a result, I will forget everything that happened just three minutes ago." He then looked at his watch and announced. "Oh, god, where the hell am I?... What is going on here? Who are you, people?" During all this time, his facial expression acted in tandem with his words.

"Haha haha…." Bobby started laughing hysterically once again, holding his stomach. "Right, right, this gentleman here has some problem with his head. Poor him! Psst!" Then he clicked his tongue, acting as if sorry for him. "Others?"