Chapter 225 Death

Without hesitation, Woods leaped forward.

He channelled all his strength into his claws, aiming straight for Takashi Sato's heart, intending to rip

it out. He envisioned throwing the Japanese man's heart to the ground, smashing it into a bloody

pulp.

Woods had put his all into the attack. Both the force and speed were significantly stronger than

before. But still, his claws came up short by just an inch or two away from Takashi Sato.

The Japanese man quickly grabbed Woods's claw and with a slight twist...

"Crack!"

Another sharp crack echoed, followed once again by Woods's agonized screams.

"Ah! Aaagh!"

With both arms now twisted out of shape, Woods writhed on the ground, his face contorted in

intense pain as he tried to lessen the agony.

Takashi Sato stepped on Woods's face, displaying a contemptuous smirk. "Do you submit or not?"

"I will never submit!"

Woods's resolve was unyielding. Even with his face pressed under the Japanese man's foot, he

refused to concede. While Woods had done plenty of wrong in his life, he would not become a

traitor; he would not bow down to a Japanese man.

The heads of Americans could be taken, but they would never bow before the Japanese.

Unable to stand the injustice any longer, Daniel stepped onto the ring and coldly demanded, "Let

him go!"

Takashi Sato lifted his foot and gave Woods a hard kick in the waist, sending him tumbling out of the

ring. Then, turning to Daniel with disdain, he asked, "Is this the best America has to offer? Do you

think you can fight me, or are you looking for death?"

"You Japanese, daring to come here and run amok on American soil... Today, I'll teach you how to

behave!"

"How dare you, a country bumpkin, be so bold in my presence? One slap from me is all it takes to

clap you to death," Takashi Sato sneered.

In a blink, he closed the distance between himself and Daniel, his palm racing towards Daniel's

chest. Daniel was not about to back down from the Japanese challenger. He swung his own palm

towards Takashi Sato’s incoming strike.

The Japanese spectators grew excited at this sight.

"Is this country boy a fool? He's actually trying to match palms with Takashi Sato? I think he won’t

be able to keep his hand intact."

"He has the nerve to challenge Takashi Sato in the ring? It’s not just his hand he’ll be unable to

keep, but his life too."

"This American bumpkin is truly foolish! Clearly he could have spared his life by begging on his

knees, yet here he is on the ring, courting death!"

"Takashi Sato is the most merciful. If those American pigs would just kneel before him like good

dogs and submit, he would certainly spare their lives. Unfortunately, these fools just don't

understand!"

The Japanese observers mocked Daniel, their laughter tinged with scorn not only for him but for

every American.

Today, Takashi Sato and his entourage had come to humiliate Martial Club United, to degrade the

American people.