As Jeremiah dove downward, Dustin smoothly assumed a sword-holding stance. Instantly, he swung the weapon with blinding speed.A black sword aura shot forth as it sliced through the air with the power to tear the very sky apart. It carried an overwhelming momentum that crashed toward Jeremiah."What?" Jeremiah's expression changed as an instinctual sense of danger sent shivers down his spine.The sword appeared ordinary, but with his heightened perception, he sensed the destructive energy contained within. He understood that if this attack struck his vital point, it would likely be fatal.Jeremiah quickly abandoned his offense and flapped his wings to dodge in midair. His reflexes were quick, but the black sword aura was even faster.Just as he sidestepped, the sword aura passed through him. Blood sprayed out and painted half the sky crimson."Ah!" Jeremiah let out a horrified scream.The sword aura had torn half of his shoulder, along with his arm and wing, and blood poured dow
"Interesting. It looks like this match won't be boring after all." From his seat at the Sword Union, Glenn narrowed his eyes. A rare spark of interest broke through his indifferent demeanor. As a swordsman, he thrived on the challenge of facing strong opponents. The more formidable his rival, the more it ignited his excitement. Watching an elite swordsman in action only intensified his desire to fight.Of course, ordinary fighters wouldn't capture his attention. But Dustin's earlier performance had drawn him in. Those two quick, fierce strikes showcased a sharpness of sword aura that was truly impressive. Glenn realized that an elite like Dustin would be an excellent sharpening stone for his skills.Glenn wasn't the only one who noticed. Dustin's impressive win over Jeremiah had left everyone in awe, and they began to see him as a dark horse in the tournament.While most might not consider him a contender for the championship, they recognized he had the strength to break into th
"According to the investigation, Dusk Titan was killed by the Grand Sorceress of the Mystic Arts Order, while the Shadow Prince and The Dust of Angel were taken down by someone named Dustin Rhys." Hank didn't mince words as he detailed the entire incident.Losing those three elite fighters was a serious blow to the Hall of Gods. They had planned a two-pronged attack.To claim the championship title in the Combat Tournament and shatter the spirit of Dragonmarsh's martial artists while secretly raiding their treasures to block their fortunes.But before they could even get started, Plan A was already a bust. They had lost their top elites and suffered a major hit to their reputation."I know about the Grand Sorceress of the Mystic Arts Order, but where did this Dustin Rhys come from?" Bailey's expression darkened as he spoke.He had researched Abigail, the second-ranked master on Dragonmarsh's Legendary List. It wasn't surprising that George had died in her hand.But Bailey had nev
"Dustin, I didn't realize you had such hidden talent. It's surprising that you could defeat our elites." Hank studied Dustin for a moment before breaking into a smile. He continued, "But I can't blame you. The fault lies with Bill and Jeremiah for not being strong enough. As the saying goes, the victor takes all. It's only natural they met such an end due to their lack of skill. I'm not here tonight to point fingers or hold you accountable.""Well, that's reassuring." Dustin breathed a sigh of relief and smiled. "Since you're not here to cause trouble, what's this visit about?""Honestly, your performance has caught the attention of the God King. He wants to formally invite you to join the Hall of Gods and help us accomplish our grand vision." Hank smiled as he extended the invitation."Join the Hall of Gods?" Dustin was taken aback. He said hesitatingly, "Mr. Styles, that doesn't seem right. I'm just a nobody from the mountains. How could I possibly be worthy of joining the Hall
"Dustin, I understand your concerns," Hank said with a smile."But I can promise you, as long as you stay loyal and don't betray the Hall of Gods, you won't be in danger. We highly value talent like yours. Honestly, the poison is just a safeguard to keep our secrets safe. I'm sure you understand."Without taking the poison, there was no way to exert control, which meant trust would always be in question. This wasn't much of an issue with disposable operatives, but loyalty had to be guaranteed when the Hall of Gods counted on someone for critical positions."Mr. Styles, I understand what you're saying, and the Hall of Gods sounds intriguing. But we've just met, and it's hard for me to put my complete trust in you right now." Dustin shook his head again.He thought, "Do they really think they can make demands without offering anything in return? Do they take me for a fool?""Trust can be built. Just take a look at this…" Hank reached into his coat and pulled out a small, ornate box.
Dustin glanced at the vial of poison. He hesitated briefly before nodding. "Since Mr. Styles thinks highly of me, I should show my commitment."He picked up the vial, twisted off the cap, and downed the poison in one go without leaving a drop behind. To make sure Hank could see clearly, Dustin tipped the bottle upside down to show it was empty.Dustin's body was immune to most toxins, so this tiny dose didn't concern him.Hank laughed heartily at the sight. "You're really bold!" Drinking the poison would prove Dustin's commitment to joining the Hall of Gods, and it was the only way to earn their trust. No matter how convincing his words were, they would mean nothing without that act of loyalty.While the Hall of Gods valued talent, loyalty was their top priority. Only those who proved their unwavering commitment would be granted special training.Hence, the most effective way was to put one's life in their hands. This was a reality that everyone faced, including Hank. When a mis
Dustin carefully examined the box and ensured there were no unusual markings before turning to Grace. He asked blankly, "Did you actually guess, or can you see what is inside?""Of course, I guessed it. I don't have X-ray vision, so how could I see it?" She rolled her eyes."Amazing. I'm impressed." He gave her a thumbs-up. Just from a guess, she was able to piece everything together. He couldn't help but feel a bit outmatched by her sharp wit."So, is it really the enhanced serum in there?" Grace raised an eyebrow. She was surprised that her casual guess was accurate."See for yourself." Dustin didn't bother explaining further. He opened the box to show her the two red and blue vials inside."Oh? This is an S-class serum from the Hall of Gods. They certainly hold you in high regard." Grace leaned in for a closer look, and she was genuinely surprised.The Hall of Gods' enhanced serums were ranked in five tiers—D, C, B, A, and the highest, S. Each level brought a tenfold increase
"You've done so much for me. How could I ever forget your kindness?" Grace smiled and asked, "By the way, with the Hall of Gods going all out to recruit you, they must have some tasks lined up for you, right? They don't invest like that without expecting a return.""You're right." Dustin nodded. He said candidly, "They want me on their side partly because of my potential but also because they need my help with their plan to invade Sacred Wyrm Summit.""As expected, they're as ambitious as ever." She narrowed her eyes and asked, "Did they tell you any specific details of the plan?""No." He shook his head. "Mr. Styles said that aside from the God King, no one knows the details, not even him. Everyone just follows orders.""That definitely fits their style." Grace nodded. She wasn't surprised since the Hall of Gods was always extremely cautious regarding major operations. Even those at the god level, who had served for many years, weren't privy to the entire plan. Their level of