Re-Birth Of A Genius. Creator/Destroyer Chapter 1707: Retaliate

Chapter 1707: Retaliate

Before Sam could even process those speculations, the c.o.c.ky young man already started swinging the urine gourd towards Sam's head.

Sam looked at Blaine and the other guards, no one seemed to have any intention to stop. Blaine even looked like he wanted that to happen.

But Sam is not really in the mood for a urine shower.

He pushed his arms on the ground and slid the side to escape.

When the young man was about to change the direction his hand is moving in, Sam already caught a hold of it and pulled him downwards. He s.h.i.+fted his weight and tried to pin the hand down to get rid of the gourd.

The c.o.c.ky young man was slammed because of Sam's sudden motion which made him feel a bit embarra.s.sed. And to cover that embarra.s.sment, he couldn't help but look at Sam angrily and whisper.

"You b.l.o.o.d.y cripple. Even after your legs are gone, you still don't change do you? How dare you even think that you are worthy of young master Blaine's rival. After all the planning I did to kill you, you escaped with your legs gone.

Just when I thought at least young master's plan succeeded, he is still showing so much mercy to a low life b.a.s.t.a.r.d like you.

I really wish I could kill you right here."

Even though he just whispered, a lot of people in the surroundings heard it clearly. Sam is sure that even Blaine could have heard it faintly.

So, everyone is shocked.

Sam on the other hand was not as angry, but he felt a bit frustrated. He doesn't want to be tangled in Brice's mess. That was why, he was just ready to accept the punishment. But the situation is way too complex.

As Sam slipped into these thoughts, the c.o.c.ky guy got out of the lock and threw the gourd at Sam.

Sam instinctually, tried to use the energy s.h.i.+eld.

But it failed to activate and he remembered that he couldn't use any other techniques. He didn't just expect that even the energy s.h.i.+eld one of the basics of almost all cultivators can be considered a special technique of its own.

The gourd hit him and it broke open.

To Sam's dismay, the gourd is not a normal one. It is a spatial storage device for fluids. There is a lot more urine inside it than it should have.

Sam is drenched.

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. The pungent smell of urine came off of him.

People started giggling on the side. The c.o.c.ky young man stood up with a stupid grin on his face.

Sam gritted his teeth and took another deep breath before muttering.

"I wanted to go away silently. But f.u.c.k it."

As soon as he spoke, he raised both of his fists and slammed them into the ground. The spiritual energy converted into earth elemental energy as it spread towards c.o.c.ky young man.

Before he could realize what is happening, the ground split open and his legs dropped into the cracks.

He is almost down to his knees which is not that much taller than Sam's current height.

When the c.o.c.ky young man tried to get out of the cracks, Sam already leaped towards him with a punch.

*BAM*

An explosive sound came as Sam's punch landed on the arms of the young man. It should have hit the face, but the young man was fast enough to block his face with his arms.

The punch didn't have any styled techniques or any refined energy flow, it didn't even have any elemental energy infused within. All it had is sheer brute force and the c.o.c.ky young man felt like his arm was. .h.i.t by a charging beast.

Before he could react, he was greeted with another punch.

*BAM*

*CRACK*

He could feel a crack in his arm before he fell backwards. But at least, he was out of the cracks on the ground.

But Sam didn't let him recover, he is already on top of him in a mount position. His arms are covered with earth elemental energy and turned to rocks.

*BAM*

*BAM*

*BAM*

*BAM*

One punch after another landed on the young man's handsome face. Whenever he tried to circulate his energy, Sam's. .h.i.t made him lose his focus.

Each punch contained such for that he felt like his brain went shut for a brief moment before coming back. It is almost like he fainted for a couple of seconds and all of his bodily functions stopped.

Sam pounded his face. Bone broke, and he bled from every part of his face possible. Teeth fell out and some even went into the throat.

"Just because I was staying silent, do you think you can do whatever you want?"

Sam turned to Blaine as he spoke.

n.o.body knows if he is talking to Blaine of if he is talking to the c.o.c.ky young man, but all of them had a hunch that it is directed for both of them.

"How dare you act up in a court martial?"

Some of the guards reacted and started moving.

Sam didn't stop hitting the young man, he just kept on punching even though the young man fainted.

Only when the guards came to pull him off, did he react.

Right when the soldier held him, he leaped to the side and caught a hold of the leg of the guard. He used his weight to push the soldier down and moved to sit on the chest.

Of course, while he tried to do that, he started punching the guard on the ribs and the side of the chest. Breaking ribs with every punch.

The guard still held his spear and used its shaft to try and push Sam away by his chest.

But used one of his hands to hold the spear down. He used all of his strength to push it on to his chest, before using his elbow to pound on the guard's chest. The armor was pierced in no time.

This time the pounding didn't last long, other guards started jumping on Sam trying to attack him and save their comrade.

One of them held Sam by his neck from behind and tried to drag him back while two more people went to check their comrade.

Sam gritted his teeth and forcefully hit the other party on the crotch with the back of his head.

The opponent fell down on his back along with Sam.

Sam flipped over and took the mount position again. Once again the pounding began.

There are very few people in the tent at the moment since Blaine told them to leave. And very few of them are guards. Only very important guards have a place there.

As for the rest, they are captains and vice captains of other squads. They didn't dare rashly move. They are beware of taking a misstep. Even though Brice might have fallen from his pedestal, he is still in a higher position than most of them as he is a direct descendant of the clan.

They didn't dare take action against him rashly and after looking at how Sam is handling the guards, they are even more unsure of it.

Sam is not acting like a young man who lost most of his future prospects because he lost his legs. He is aggressive, precise, and ruthless.

Just the way he crushed the crotch of the guard with the back of his head, sent s.h.i.+vers through the spines of most of them.

Blaine looked at the whole scenario with a frown.

He is happy that Sam finally reacted. But the reaction is a bit different than he expected. He did expect that he would fight back, but he didn't expect him to win the upper hand this overwhelmingly. And even the fighting style is a bit different.

Brice used to be very strategic when it comes to fights. He never really made the first move unless he is absolutely sure that he would win.

Most of the time, he let the opponent attack and used to tire them out before making a move.

And in his current situation, he should be sticking to that even more. But he is aggressive like a wild beast. He is letting his anger do things. He is way too confident as if he doesn't give a f.u.c.k about how the fight is going to turn out at all.

Sam bashed the skulls of all the four guards that came. Just like how it was a bit hard for Sam to fight them without his legs, the guards are also a bit caught off guard by the unconventional attacks that are coming at them.

"Brice, do you even know what you are doing? This is a court martial."

One of the judges finally spoke.

Sam looked at the judge and said.

"Why the f.u.c.k didn't you speak up earlier then? If it is a court-martial, then just f.u.c.king pa.s.s the judgment. I already told you, I don't have anything to say. Just finish this whole farce and be done with it.

Pathetic scoundrels."