Chapter 56 Can't Take a Hit

The mob crowding around Daniel, eager to fight, was armed to the teeth. Some had daggers, some had long knives, and others had stun batons... you name it, they were carrying it. Each wielded a weapon tailored to their combat style, all designed to maximize the lethality of their attacks. The disciples of the Black Panther Club were primarily tasked with protecting their nightclubs; hence, Justin trained them in real-world combat techniques, devoid of any flair for showmanship. Their strikes were deadly, intended to finish fights with fatality, and they were well-practiced in delivering killer blows. Whoosh! A blade flashed. A towering figure lunged at Daniel from behind, a large knife cascading down at a 45-degree angle aimed at decapitating him with one clean swipe at the neck. Daniel raised his left arm to block—the sharp knife struck his arm with a heavy thud. The knife didn't cut through. Instead, the weapon intended to sever his arm shattered into two pieces—the broken half fe