249 The Soul Crank (1/2)
Pushing the guy off balance, Ben was able to secure a dominant position. When the white belt regained awareness, he was staring in shock, still trying to get his head around what happened. 'I'm the last boss people have to fight at Burger King?”
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He took a sucker punch straight to the soul...
As for what was Ben's special technique? What else? Cursing at people!
He'd activated his title!
[Poison Dragon(fine): Your verbal insults carry a little bonus soul damage in proportion to each insult's effectiveness on the target]
The soul damage didn't cause physical harm, but along with the insult itself, it was enough to stun the opponent, and in the middle of a match, it gave Ben the advantage!
In a dominant position now, he attempted to advance on the husky-fat man. Yet, experienced and powerful, the big guy defended well, until Ben launched another salvo. ”BJJ is healthy exercise, don't you think?”
Lying under Ben, the opponent wasn't sure where he was going with this. ”Y-yea.”
”Yea, I'd say you need it. I bet when you eat a fruit, you get a standing ovation from your organs.”
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When the big man's mind blanked once again, Ben used the chance to advance, reaching an even more dominant position right on top of the guy, mounting him. When the opponent realized what happened, his face turned livid. He then tried to buck Ben off like a wild horse. Yet, Ben didn't budge, only waiting for the guy below to gas himself out, after which he attacked with submissions, attempting to finish the man.
However, the opponent wasn't easy to submit, defending well at each opportunity. So, realizing it'd be difficult to finish him with traditional methods, Ben once again launched a soul attack.
”What are you doing?” The big guy's expression became strange, because Ben was patting his stomach.
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”Huh? Oh, nothing. I got a little hungry...and you seem like the type of dude to keep candies in his belly button.”
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The guy's teeth rattled.… The soul damage was piling on now, but understanding what Ben was doing by this point, he turtled up, bringing his arms to his neck to protect from chokes and joint-locks.
Ben didn't mind though. He just kept attacking. ”What do you do for a living? You seem like a hacker that only breaks into refrigerators.”
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The man's face turned green.
”Didn't I see you in the deleted scenes of Honey Boo Boo?
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The man's fat cheeks started jiggling...
”You look like if diabetes was a person.”
*Tap* *Tap* *Tap*
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”Get off me!” The big guy yelled with a pale face.
Whuninjuredtood up, the husky-fat man rushed out of the room. His joints were fine, and he was uninjured. Yet, when he glanced back at Ben as he ran out the door, his expression showed absolute horror! At this point, he was suffering a migraine, and worst of all, he felt like he'd lost a piece of himself! 'I'm done!'
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This was the terror of soul damage! With perfectly-crafted insults, a poison dragon could melt anything its breath touched with concentrated toxicity!
Seeing the man flee in fear, Ben showed an evil grin, because he'd perfected it—his finishing technique. It wasn't a choke, nor a joint lock, but it was the deadliest submission of all—a soul attack! Hammering on the opponent's soul from a dominant position where they couldn't resist!