《Ping Pong King》Chapter 4 - Night Raid Part 1
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"Harhar...come! Let's drink some more! Harharhar." Tor chortled as he raised a large cup of alcohol to his mouth. With one huge swill, he guzzled down the liquor.
"Boss...you've had too much. You need to rest. You need to be in your peak condition. Otherwise, what if we get attacked? How will you help defend our territory?" A snake-type demon urged.
"Hmph! Who would dare attack me? I am Tor the Slaughterer! I'll cut down one as I see one!"
"Yes, yes, you are the strongest. Please Boss, consider your health."
"Fine...fine, after this barrel...and then, I'll head to bed. Fucker, you nag way too much. Men don't nag! That's a woman's job! You understand Nile?"
"Ah...I am female...."
"Oh? Harhar...I forgot. That makes more sense now." Tor said as he chugged the barrel of alcohol dry. As he tried to reach for another barrel, Nile scolded him angrily. With a crestfallen look, Tor replied. "Alright, alright. Let's go to bed then."
Minutes later, Tor clambered on his bed and soon fell asleep. Most of the other demon subordinates serving under Tor had gone to bed as well. After about an hour, XiYang looked at the night sky. Clouds covered the full moon...it was a perfect time to attack.
"Guys, get up...it's time to move." XiYang said as he woke up his party. After everyone refreshed themselves, they headed towards the back gate. As what Pine had reported, there were two guards guarding at the top of the gate. From the looks of it, they seemed to be on the verge of dozing off. XiYang motioned for Janet to cause some small noise below the gate.
Janet walked towards the gate and knocked on the wooden doors. *KNOCK!* *KNOCK!* The two guards jerked alert at the noise and peered over the castle walls to the ground below. At the sight of the two guards leaning their heads out, XiYang took out a small round stone and tossed it into the air. He bend his knees and positioned his paddle to his left side kind of like an Iai stance and then smashed his paddle into the stone from the left side to the right. The stone, while spinning, flew towards the guard on the left. The stone smashed into the guard, knocking him out in an instant without a grunt. The stone ricocheted off from the guard's face and into the other guard, sending him flying and over the city walls. Janet hurried over and caught the guard in order to prevent any noise. With a twist and squeeze of her arm, she wrung the demon guard's neck off.
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"Wow!" Risa marveled. "What is that move called?"
That shot was just a basic sidespin move...however, he couldn't just say that. "Uh...that was my special move - Iai Stance: Ricochet Shot."
"Wow."
"Enough talking...let's finish this mission first. Pine, can you scale the walls?"
"Yes." Pine nodded.
"Good, open the doors for us. Make sure you to clear out any nearby guards in order avoid suspicion."
"Okay."
"Oh, make sure you just open the doors a crack...big enough for us to sneak in. Close the doors once we pass through."
"Will do."
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