In the heat of the moment, Blake unleashed a barrage of strikes on Yosef, seizing the advantage.
"Haha, fancy being on the other side of the blade for once, huh? Now you know how it feels!"
Unlike most fighters, Blake relished the thrill of battle, especially when dominating a worthy opponent.
Yet, Blake was taken aback. Yosef casually grabbed a broom, wielding it like a seasoned warrior, pushing Blake back.
"Well, I'll be d*mned. Didn't expect you to handle a broom like a pro."
Wide-eyed, Blake realized he had underestimated Yosef. His plan to catch him off guard now backfired. Now that both were armed, his edge was all but lost!
Should I make a run for it? Or face him head-on?
Suddenly, Blake found himself in a dilemma akin to Hamlet's.
"Casanova, are you in there? Casanova!"
Unexpectedly, Abellyn's voice echoed outside the house, cutting through the tense atmosphere.
"Why are you here, woman?" Blake's tone dripped with anger as he turned to face her.
"Weren't you the one who asked me to come look for you earlier? Ryder's on my tail!
Abellyn's voice trembled with urgency.
Blake's contemptuous gaze fell on Abellyn. "Shouldn't you be ashamed? Being pursued by a disabled man? He can't possibly keep up with you all the way here! Quit your fretting!"
Abellyn blushed slightly, then noticed the tense situation. Surprised, she inquired, "Is he the one who harmed our son, causing him to suffer a concussion and lose consciousness?"
"That's him!" Blake spat out the words with venom.
Meanwhile, Yosef remained stoic, emanating an icy demeanor.
However, Ellie, with arms outstretched protectively around Yosef, addressed both Blake and Abellyn incredulously, "Isn't there a misunderstanding here? Mr. Yosef is kind-hearted! He wouldn't harm your son!"
"He's kind?"
Blake's laughter echoed, his yellowed teeth gleaming as if mocking a bitter joke. "Young girl, ever heard of the saying, 'wolf in sheep's clothing'? Society's a lot more treacherous than you imagine. Don't always equate appearances with justice. Today, I'm the avenger in this tale!"
Ellie glanced between Yosef and the unsightly man, torn about who was right.
Yosef remained silent, his gaze indifferent. "Ellie, step aside and let me handle them."
Ellie nodded, her thoughts a jumble. Why won't Mr. Yosef explain himself?
"Handle me? Let's see who handles who today!" Blake's excitement escalated.: owner of this content.
He relished this confrontation, having faced this opponent numerous times. Victory was his only satisfaction!
Subsequently, he brandished his nunchaku.
Twin Rod Sweeping Strike!
Mighty Uppercut and Heavy Chop!
Return of the Flying Swallow!
Despite Blake's mastery of the Golden Bell and Invincible Iron Skin techniques, his nunchaku skills were equally formidable, marking him as a versatile martial artist. Yet, despite his impressive moves, he struggled to gain the upper hand against Yosef.
Abellyn, convinced that Yosef was responsible for Tommy's concussion, seized the chao's to her advantage. She spotted a pair of scissors nearby, snatching them up stealthily to approach Yosef from behind.
"How dare you harm my son? Rot in hell!" Abellyn's expression hardened as she made her move!
"No!"
Ellie rushed to aid Yosef, but it was too late.
However, the gulf between a trained warrior and an ordinary person was evident. Yosef deftly handled Blake and pushed Abellyn aside.
"Aaaah-
Abellyn was thrown backward, crashing into Ellie, who was approaching.
In an instant, tragedy struck!
As Abellyn rose from the ground, she realized that the scissors she wielded had pierced Ellie's abdomen.
"Ellie!"
Yosef turned back, his previously indifferent expression now clouded with anger.
"Abellyn, you wench, what have you done? Why can't you stop causing trouble for me?
You were supposed to seek revenge for your son. Why did you hurt someone else?"
Blake lost all will to fight the moment he saw this.
His intention was to take down Yosef, not harm an innocent girl!