Prodigal child Damien

The laser beam from my eyes were incredibly before. My theory was that it was this powerful due to it being the first time I used it. Normally it should be less powerful but still pretty powerful. The beam of energy destroyed the entire room eviscarating everything in its path. It did not stop there. The rooms below and around this room were blown away. The garden and it's surroundings were not spared.

In the corner of my eye I saw a blur. At first I thought I was imagining it but only after seeing it several times I concluded that it was a speedster.

The house was a mess. It was nothing less than a scorched field. The stench of rubble and burnt bricks filled the air. As I looked down I saw a huge amount of people standing outside the house. Mulk was standing outside with the donkey that I had rode on. His mouth was wide open and he probably could not believe his eyes.

I slowly started shrinking down.

ZOOOOM!

BAAAANG!

A small object moving at a rapid pace collided into my body and hit me in the chest. It was a powerful attack that increased my shrinking rapidly.

By the time that I hit the floor when I had fallen from such a height I was back to my normal size. I gasped for air and only after massaging my throat. My dark caramel skin on my chest was now bright red.

I stood up and noticed someone standing before me. He was dressed in a medieval tunic and wore dirty trousers. On his arms, throat and legs were bandages. He was a tall boy with a power lifter build, a bald shiny head and long legs like a camel.

"Who exactly are you?" He asked me in a hoarse voice.

"Me? I am the guest who was invited here and attacked... who are you?"

"I am Hanklem Mars, second born son of the patriarch of the Golden Canary clan. You have some serious explaining to do." He raised his hand and three hooded men appeared out of nowhere. They were covered in all black clothes and knelt on the floor. "Detain him and hold him in a cell until father arrives."

My expression darkened after hearing this. How insulting! How demeaning! I grit my teeth and grinder my teeth in anger. Just why was it that people always wanted me to submit to them? Detain me! They were more than welcome to try however where did they get the audacity to think that they could? These blabbering, ignorant, arrogant buffons.

I noticed my pouch and grabbed it. I opened the it up and the dumb lion jumped out. Recently I had been training him. Should he step out of line I would hit him over and over until he learnt his lesson. It could be considered animal cruelty but this was Murim, who cared about such things? It's body was covered in scars and it had already learnt its lesson of trying to escape.

Sure it spoke out of turn every once in a while but I believe he made significant progress in resisting his urges to run away.

"Hey Simba, take care of those three black guys." I said.

The dumb lion charged forward and I noticed the power lifter guy charge forward. It seemed he planned to take care of the lion himself.

I appeared in front of him and punched in the face. A loud booming sound filled the air as he caught my fist. He caught my other fist. This man was taking 'Catch these hands' a bit too literally.

I pulled him in closer and smacked my head against his. A pain that I had not felt before took over me. His forehead was sturdy and he was incredibly staunch. He was not affected by my attacks and in fact smiled.

He launched me into the air and appeared before me. I dodged his attacks barely but I failed to dodge 2 hits. His fists connected with my right thigh and my right hand. I landed on the ground on both legs agily like a cat.

His attacks were weak. For a person with giant muscles you would expect his hits to be more powerful but for one to not feel them. I literally did not feel his hits. I know understood why women said it was the motion that mattered and not just size.

"Your attacks are weak." I shouted. As soon as I shouted these words I felt my right leg buckle and I could not move my right hand.

"My attacks are made to incapacitate not kill. Had I truly hit you with my strength then you would have turned into nothing more than a bloody corpse."

Big claims! As if you could.

Using my left hand I struck several points in my right hand and thigh. I immediately regained control in my body. The power lifter was shocked. How shocked was he? I don't know but he was really shocked.

"HOW? How did you do that?" He shouted.

"Do what?"

"How did you escape the acupoint lock?"

"It was actually really simple... First I made my heart beat slower and more powerfully leading to a more powerful blood flow. I then simply forcefully closed several acupressure points in my right arm which when opened led to me regaining control of my body." I smiled at the power lifter who was holding his head. Had he had hair he would be ripping it out in frustration.

"Do you want to see something cool?" I asked him. Just a few moments I saw him perform his attacks. With a combination of Damien's prodigal body and the monkey eyes that let me copy martial arts move I had figured out how it worked. No, a better thing to say was that I had improved it.

I moved forward and appeared in front of my opponent. He swung his palm and tried swatting me away like a fly however that did not work. I dodged it and I placed my hand above his chest before performing a One inch punch.

BOOOOOM!

He flew back several metres and crashed into a wall. "Is he dead?" The lion asked as it stood by me. It's fur and mouth was covered in blood.

"No, I simply temporarily paralyzed him." I said. My genius knew no bounds. After seeing his attack once I combined it with a one inch punch and temporarily paralyzed him. I had performed a full body acupoint lock in the one who tried to perform it on me.

He should be conscious but unable to move. Even breathing should be a struggle for him. This was the result of people trying to go against me. All of this started from a single misunderstanding. This was why I hated people in power who acted on their impulses.

I should go home and wait for a messenger to arrive carrying a message from the sect leader of the Golden Canary Clan.

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