“Hah! What a bold statement! I’d like to see what you’re capable of!” Alan couldn’t hold back any longer. He took a step forward, raising his broadsword high. Then, he brought it down at full force, slashing mercilessly at Dustin.
It was a powerful strike, almost possessing a force capable of splitting the earth. As the broadsword slashed toward Dustin, the lake surrounding the platform rippled from the force.
“Impressive swordplay!” The onlookers were surprised. The Heavenly Immortals lived up to their name. It was amazing how just a casual move had such terrifying power.
Dustin shook his head. Instead of backing off, he pressed forward. While dodging the strike, he threw a heavy punch at Alan.
“That was quick!”
Alan’s eyes narrowed as he reflexively blocked the punch with the back of his broadsword. Dustin’s fist landed heavily on the sword, making a dull thud.
Instantly, Alan was sent flyings several feet away, his sword still in hand. When he landed, he needed a few moments to steady himself.
“How is that possible?” Alan paled.
He felt numb along the length of his arm, and his blood boiled. The back of his broadsword, made of darksteel, had bent from the force of Dustin’s punch.
He no longer dared to underestimate his opponent and took the fight seriously.
The punch had taught him a lesson. He might have been seriously injured on the spot if he had not deflected the blow with the back of his sword.
His opponent’s strength was truly terrifying!
“My gosh! That bastard has actually gained the upper hand?”
“No wonder he can afford to act so arrogantly. He does indeed have several tricks up his sleeves!”
The crowd was astonished to see Alan pushed backward by Dustin.
“Damn it! Who would expect the bastard to actually have some real skills?” Devon was astounded.
“Hah! What’s so great about him? He got lucky because his opponent underestimated him!” Jared wasn’t happy to see Dustin gaining the upper hand over his opponent.
The better Dustin performed, the more it made Jared look bad. As someone regarded as a genius, he refused to accept that.
“He’s holding up well with one opponent. But if all three of them came at him, he still wouldn’t stand a chance.” Ronald looked at the arena regretfully.
He had to admit that Dustin was good and had excellent skills. He was good enough to be among the top ten Heavenly Immortals.
But he had been too arrogant and had acted irrationally. And that would ultimately cause him
to lose.
“Lexi, Torres, that person is powerful. It seems like we really need to join forces.” Alan flexed his numb arm, eyes darting around alertly.
“It might seem a little unfair to go up on him together. But since he was the one who requested it, we haven’t got anything to feel sorry for.” Lexi eyed Alan’s bent darksteel broadsword and flinched involuntarily.
Alan had always had ungodly strength and defeated his opponents with brute strength. But he had lost in the battle of strength just a while ago.
That showed just how strong the person they were going up against was.
“Both of you go on ahead. I’ll cover the rear.” Torres took two steps back, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.
As an assassin, he had always disliked hand-to-hand combat.
“Alright. We’ll have some fun first, then!” Alan and Lexi exchanged a glance and nodded at each other.
“Come on, then.” Dustin beckoned for them to come forward with a curl of his finger.
“Charge!” Without another word, two of them charged towa
