My Wasted Husband Is in Power, Now! novel Chapter 554

Jordan sneered, "Punch my head open? Come on, show me your fists. I want to see how you're going to crack open my head!"

This was the virtual world. According to the game's settings, the characters here would not suffer any severe injuries.

When Jordan was driving at 220km/hour earlier and was sent flying across the air by the crash, the car had shattered, but he was fine.

This Miyamoto guy wanted to punch his head open? He must be dreaming.

The Miyamoto guy raised his fists angrily. However, he thought about how this was just a virtual world and Jordan would not feel much pain even if he hit him.

The man snapped instead, "Hmph, you are trash who only knows how to brag in the virtual world! You only have the guts to challenge me because this is just a game! If this was the real world, you wouldn't dare to talk to me like this. You Steeles are all a bunch of cowards!"

Jordan was furious too. "You b*stard, you should be glad that this isn't the real world! If it was, you wouldn't even have the chance to open your mouth because I'll smash it until you vomit blood!"

The Miyamoto guy was incensed. "Idiot! You don't know anything about the power of the real world! How dare you talk to me like that! In terms of real combat power in the real world, you Steeles are nothing compared to the Miyamoto family! You're all a bunch of good-for-nothings. You're not worthy to be a member of the eight secret families’ The moment that old fellow Charleston dies, the Steele family will be destroyed, hahaha!"

Jordan clenched his fists tightly as he trembled.

Although it was rather pointless to hit someone in the virtual world, Jordan could not resist punching Miyamoto!

Bang!

Jordan punched the man in the face and kicked his crotch!

"Ah! Idiot! How dare you provoke the great Miyamoto family!"

The Miyamoto guy fought back. The two of them did not feel anything from the blows, but going by the number of times their strikes made contact with the opponent and their own ability to dodge, Jordan was clearly the stronger and more highly-skilled party.

Jordan took a step back to dodge the other party's attack. He then threw a punch at the guy's face!

Within minutes, Jordan had already struck the guy's face more than 10 times. In the beginning, he used his fists. Later on, he simply used his palms.

A slap was more humiliating than a punch!

Smack!

"Aren't the Miyamotos supposed to be very impressive? Why are you letting me slap you so many times?"

Smack!

"Tell me again. What did you say about the Steele family?"

The Miyamoto guy was no match for Jordan in terms of combat skills. He was furious. "Ah! This damned game! Steele, don't be so smug. Your moves are only good for show! If we met in real life, you wouldn't have the strength to stand up after I punch you! Take Bruce Lee for example. No matter how many moves you have or how fast you are, you will still be killed by him!"

Jordan smiled. "You sure talk a lot of nonsense. I remember that Japanese samurais would commit suicide if they lost. Why are you still acting so shamelessly now that you've lost? This isn't the Japanese samurai spirit that I know!"

"Idiot! You're not allowed to insult our Japanese warrior spirit! I'll say it again. If you meet me in real life, you're dead meat!"

The Miyamoto guy's face had turned red from the humiliation. He stopped fighting Jordan. He knew that he could not defeat Jordan here. Jordan's speed, reaction and combat techniques were all outstanding.

It was no wonder. Jordan had received all kinds of martial arts training since he was young. He knew almost all techniques.

The Miyamoto guy's moves were very ordinary. Basically, Jordan knew what he was going to do the moment he lifted his hand or shifted his leg. Meanwhile, Jordan was a master of many techniques and could merge different moves together. The Miyamoto guy had no idea how Jordan would attack.