"What, are you gonna resort to physical violence?" A cold smile curved Dustin's lips at the sight of the security guards surrounding him. He'd always been the type who was open to persuasion, not coercion. Perhaps he would've given in to them if they'd talked to him nicely, but if they wanted to opt for physical violence … well, he didn't mind teaching them a lesson or two. "So what if I am? Don't think too highly of yourself, you brat!" Quentin snarled. He'd always harbored a grudge against Dustin for humiliating him at their first meeting. If not for Natasha keeping him in check, he would've exacted revenge on Dustin ages ago. Now that Natasha wasn't around, it was his chance to get payback! "Quentin, don't take things too far!" Ruth couldn't stand it anymore. "It's up to Dustin whether he wants to sell the shares. If you dare do anything to harm him, I won't let you off the hook!" "Ruth, this has nothing to do with you. Keep your nose out of this!" Quentin didn't back down.
Nobody expected Dustin to suddenly get physical and attack someone from the Boulderthorn Guild. Had he lost his mind? "Dustin, are you out of your mind? How dare you attack Mr. Williams' son! Do you have a death wish?" Jessica glared at him with a mixture of shock and fury. Attacking Brody was equivalent to issuing a challenge to the Boulderthorn Guild. "You may have a fucking death wish, but the rest of us don't! Mr. Williams isn't someone you can afford to offend!" Quentin bellowed. Though he wanted nothing more than for Dustin to get in trouble, that didn't mean he wanted to perish with him. "Dustin, you've really done it now!" Even Ruth looked panicked. The Boulderthorn Guild was much too powerful; even the Harmon family wouldn't survive a retaliation from them. "He's nothing but a piece of trash. What does it matter if I've attacked him?" Dustin said coolly. "You—you're so thickheaded!" Jessica glared daggers at him. At this moment, Brody had finally managed to free hi
Buying 50% of the shares with 50 million dollars was like robbing. It was that they didn't want to displease Boulderthorn. Therefore, relatively speaking, they could only sacrifice Dustin. With that, they didn't really need to pay the price and could also take the opportunity to be on friendly terms with Boulderthorn. However, they didn't expect that Dustin would be so unyielding. Not only did he refuse to hand over the shares, but he also attacked Brody. Plus, Natasha also happened to be strongly supporting what he had just done after she hurried back. Everything was such a mess that they couldn't resolve the situation. "Natasha Harmon! Break his arms and legs right now! This is an order! If not, we won't have mercy on the Harmon family!" Brody stood up and staggered to his feet with a sullen look. "Mr. Williams, I'm sorry, but I can't do it," Natasha spoke calmly, "Boulderthorn is indeed powerful, but the Harmon family isn't weak either. Nobody is able to harm the family easi
The conference room was in an uproar after the hawk-nose elder came in. Everyone looked at him with a sense of respect after knowing he was the King of Kicks, whether they knew him or not. After all, he was the expert who was ranked ninth in The Hundred Immortals. Not anyone would have the chance to meet him, even once in a lifetime. "You actually invited the King of Kicks?" Jessica was surprised. She didn't expect Natasha to bring a master from The Hundred Immortals back after returning from Millsburg. It was known that the King of Kicks was an arrogant man. It wasn't easy to invite him. Natasha probably made much effort to get him to agree to come to Swinton. "There were lots of people eyeing Immortunal these days. Of course, I had to take precautions as soon as possible. This is also our chance to lure the tiger out of the mountains," Natasha said impassively. She had always been keeping an eye on what Boulderthorn was up to. That was why she had made preparations earlier.
The King of Kicks made Mr. Wangley spurt out blood without even using half his strength. If he did it with full strength, Mr. Wangley would probably die on the spot. Were experts from the top tenths of The Hundred Immortals so scary? "Brilliant! King of Kicks, you've just blown our minds!" Quentin was surprised at first, then put up a smile and blew the King of Kicks with flattery. He thought that if he could be on good terms with masters like the King of Kicks, he could solve problems easily in the future with his help. "Mr. Wangley, are you okay?" Natasha frowned slightly. One of their allies was hurt before the battle even started. She thought that the King of Kicks had gone too far. "I'm okay." Mr. Wangley wiped off the blood at the corner of his mouth and paid his respects. "King of Kicks, I expected no less from you. I concede defeat from the bottom of my heart." "At least you know your limits." The old man raised his head with a sense of arrogance and defiance. "Alri
Dustin was speechless by the clamoring crowd. "Where did these psychopaths come from?" he thought. They looked like they had just gone insane and were howling and shouting nonstop, like dogs. "Hey, enough!" Ruth, who was sitting beside them, couldn't stand it anymore. "Gosh, there's a beauty here!" Otto's eyes lit up with a burning desire. Her outstanding figure and visuals attracted him. "Hey beautiful, you should break up with such a coward. He'll probably be busy saving his own life when you're in danger," Otto taunted. "Exactly! You should find a boyfriend like Otto. Look at his muscles. It'll make you feel secure!" the crowd jeered. "He's so tanned and ugly. Why would a woman like a man like him?" Ruth snorted with a contemptuous look. "Hey, what nonsense are you talking, you little bitch! Watch your mouth!" "Damn it! I'll probably beat you up if you are not a woman!" The crowd grew angry after listening to what she had said. "Enough. Don't bother her. She's ju
After struggling for a while, Otto gradually regained consciousness. Since he'd fallen face-first, he had lost his front teeth, contributing even further to his disheveled appearance. "What happened?" He shook his head, confusion lining his features. He remembered the surge of power he felt as he reveled in his mastery barely seconds ago before weakness seized him, and he found himself lying on the floor. "Otto, you were knocked out by that guy just now!" Julie told him, her expression strange. She'd initially thought Otto would be able to defend her—contrary to her beliefs, the first punch found him sprawled on the floor, unconscious the next instant. "Knocked out?" Otto was slightly taken aback. He touched his throbbing face, an argument bursting forth. "Fuck that! I must have slipped and lost my balance. That brat would never have been able to hurt me otherwise!" His declaration elicited a flurry of nods through the crowd. "That's right! With Otto's strength, it would've
"Mr. Rhys?" Otto and his company were entirely dumbfounded by Stephan's display of respect toward Dustin. Never in their wildest dreams had they ever anticipated the renowned Mr. Chapman to have come forward specifically for Dustin, let alone greet him with such reverence. What was happening? "Mr. Chapman, it's been a while. Your abilities seem to have improved." A quick glance from Dustin drew his attention to the differences he spotted in the other man almost at once. "It's all thanks to the Gemiphen you gave me, of course. Not only did it heal my internal injuries, it gave me ample power to have a small breakthrough." Stephan's face was filled with gratitude. "Really? I suppose congratulations are in order, then." Dustin smiled faintly. "Mr. Rhys, where you're sitting now doesn't seem befitting for your status. How about we head over to the reserved seats for the Harmon family?" Stephan gestured with one hand, still courteous as ever. "Very well. This place is infested
The battle between the Hall of Gods and Sacred Wrym Summit raged with unrelenting intensity. The Hall of Gods had made meticulous preparations for this invasion. Besides recruiting powerful martial artists from around the world, they also distributed valuable enhanced serums to everyone. To counter Sacred Wrym Summit's Stormcraft technique, they developed a special combat suit capable of resisting such attacks. Generally, a divine martial artist struck by Stormcraft would instantly lose their combat ability, but this special suit reduced the effectiveness of the attack by half. Even if struck, they could recover after a brief moment to continue fighting. The defensive capabilities of this gear were nearly flawless.In addition, their greatest strength was the sheer weight of their numbers. They had at least ten thousand people, including hired outlaws, under their command. During the siege, they were densely packed like a swarm of bees.In contrast, Sacred Wrym Summit had only
Willard's ultimate move cleared the battlefield in an instant. The martial artists who had rushed forward were either dead or critically wounded, with no ability to defend themselves."This… How is this possible?" Hank's eyes widened in terror as cold sweat beaded on his forehead.Under the restriction of the sealing formation, even ultimate grandmasters couldn't unleash their full strength. But Willard, with nothing more than a flask of liquor, had managed to tap into a supreme divine power far beyond his cultivation level.Though he was only at the grandmaster level, his move, Infinite Spirit Manifestation, carried the might of an ultimate grandmaster. If he were to use it again, the outcome would be grim for everyone, including himself."Retract!" Willard took a deep breath and the thousands of illusory images that had surged forth earlier instantly retracted into his body. His face turned red and pale as his breath grew heavy and ragged.The toll of using Infinite Spirit Manif
"Take a guess." Willard didn't answer. Instead, he took another sip from his flask.His cultivation had been sealed, but his strength came from the wine in his hand. The wine was refined with valuable herbs and contained dense spiritual energy, which he could absorb and convert into combat power.In short, every sip made him stronger. Even with his cultivation sealed, he could still execute powerful techniques."It's the wine, isn't it?" Garrett's gaze landed on the flask, and a quick realization set in. Willard drank before and after every attack, which hinted at something suspicious."Bingo. But no prize for you." Willard smirked and launched forward with a palm strike aimed at Garrett. Though his strength wasn't at its peak, the attack remained a deadly threat to the already injured Garrett."Mr. Styles, save me." Garrett knew he had no chance of blocking it and cried for help."Go to hell, traitor!" Hank saw the internal commotion unfold and threw a powerful punch at Willard
With a longsword in hand, Dustin plunged into the crowd like a tiger among sheep and cut down his enemies with brutal efficiency.Though he couldn't tap into his mystical energy, his physical strength far outstripped that of an average martial artist. His speed, power, reflexes, and combat skills crushed anyone in his path.Every swing of his blade was precise and targeted the enemy's vital spots with deadly accuracy, which left no room for defense.Under his relentless assault, the assassins were helpless. The air rang with their screams as bodies fell one after another.Unlike the tournament match, Dustin now unleashed his full power in this life-or-death fight. His attacks were becoming more brutal and relentless than ever."This kid's tougher than I thought." Hank frowned as he watched his men struggle.He hadn't expected Dustin to have such formidable combat prowess, even with his sealed cultivation. If an unmatched genius like Dustin couldn't be made an ally, he had to be e
"Step forward, and you're dead!" Facing the onslaught of desperate assassins, Dustin showed no mercy. With a swing of his long sword, a dazzling sword aura swept through the darkness like a crescent moon and briefly illuminated the night sky. The assassins only saw a flash of white light and instinctively stopped in their tracks. When the brilliance faded, those at the front stood frozen as if struck by a paralysis spell.A moment later, heads tumbled to the ground, like ripe fruit falling from a tree. The headless bodies stood upright for two seconds before collapsing, blood splattering everywhere.The gruesome sight shocked everyone. They exchanged uneasy glances and were hesitant to move forward. No one had anticipated Dustin's sword to be so fast that the fallen couldn't even defend themselves.The assassins who had just been killed were among the elites. Yet, none of them could block even a single strike. The difference in strength was clear."What are you standing aroun
The people who emerged from the fog wore masks that hid their faces, but each had the Hall of Gods emblem on their bodies. Among them was a small group led by Dustin.After sensing a battle nearby, Dustin had deliberately left his team behind to investigate alone. He hadn't expected another group to lead them out of the fog formation."What's going on? Why are there so many bodies scattered around?" "Looks like they ran into a strong enemy. Stay sharp, everyone!" The sight of scattered corpses put everyone on edge. Their eyes darted between Dustin and Aven."Dustin, what are you doing here alone?" The leader of the group recognized him immediately.The Hall of Gods had recruited several teams, each marked by different colored masks, with team leaders wearing a distinctive emblem."Hank?" Dustin narrowed his eyes as he recognized the voice. "What happened here?" Hank asked tentatively."I don't know. I just stepped out of the fog formation." Dustin shook his head."Really?"
Though Marcell was momentarily stunned, he still explained patiently, "This man is the guardian of the Forbidden Ground. If we kill him, we'll be able to take the treasure." He was gravely wounded and had to rely on Dustin to deal with Aven, so he needed to be persuasive."We can talk about the treasure later. Right now, it's time to settle some old scores." Dustin stretched out his hand, and the long sword on the ground shot up into his grasp."Settle old scores? What are you talking about?" Marcell blinked in confusion, especially when he saw the sword in Dustin's hand. A feeling of unease spread through him."You and that big guy planned to use me as bait. Then, you sent me into the fog to clear the way for you," Dustin said flatly. "Did you really think I didn't hear that? Since you want to harm me, don't blame me for being ruthless.""What… What are you going to do?" Marcell panicked. "We're both working for the Hall of Gods. There's no need for this kind of betrayal. If thi
When the black death energy entered his body, Aven felt as if his entire being was being ripped apart. The pain was unbearable, as though a swarm of venomous insects was gnawing at him from the inside. It wasn't just his body that suffered, but his soul was being torn apart as well."Curse you! Get out of my body!" he roared in fury as he tried to force the black death energy out of his system.The death energy seemed to have burrowed deep into his bones. It was invasive and siphoned away his life force with every passing second. Even his internal energy was being drained to feed it. If this continued, he would be completely drained in less than three minutes."Won't leave, huh? Fine. We'll die together!" Aven's anger boiled over, and he went all out in his attack.He raised his hand, and dozens of Divine Talismans shot into the air to form a formation above his head. As it spun, a massive black thundercloud began to take shape. Lightning flashed, and thunder rumbled with terrifyin
The once frail Marcell began to undergo a rapid transformation. His muscles and bones grew at an astonishing pace. In the blink of an eye, his height jumped from five feet three inches to nearly six feet, and he kept growing.His once skeletal frame rapidly filled with dense muscle, and his skin stretched taut as if it might tear. His hunched back straightened, and his entire frame became incredibly imposing.Within just a few seconds, Marcell had transformed into a completely different person. Standing close to six feet five inches, his muscles bulged, his eyes burned with bloodlust, and he radiated a terrifying presence. If he had once been a frail wildcat, now he was a ruthless tiger.At that instant, Marcell was surrounded by swirling dark energy. His face twisted into a menacing and bloodthirsty expression. He looked like a demon straight out of hell."It is so delicious." Marcell licked his lips after absorbing the surrounding death energy and resentment.The Soul Abyss Tech