"Who is it?" The sudden explosion caught everyone by
surprise. Initially, they thought someone had committed suicide by
jumping off the building. However, after a good look, they realized the
figure who had jumped off the building was still standing tall. In his
hand, he was holding a black umbrella as he stood in the rain, giving off
an overwhelming and mysterious aura. "Mr. Rhys! This man's dangerous, run
for your life!" Stephan screamed his lungs out. that the White Dragon
guild was here, why did he join the fray instead of escaping? Was he
looking for death? "Punk, are you that Dustin guy?" Dracor sized Dustin
up, noting his thin and frail build. "Yes, it's me," Dustin replied. "You
got some guts for not running away from the sight of me, punk!" Dracor
smirked. "Why should I run? I was waiting for you," Dustin said
nonchalantly. "Really?" Dracor raised his eyebrows. "Interesting. It's
been a long time since I have last seen an arrogant punk like you." "Mr.
Rhys, he is too powerful for you! With his impenetrable skin and
overwhelming energy, even if we combine our attacks, we are no match for
him! Go and get support from the Harmon family while I'll hold him back!"
Stephan scrambled to stand up, using the last ounce of his strength to
help Dustin escape. "Mr. Chapman, it's alright. Leave the rest to me."
Dustin smiled, touched by his resolution. It was commendable that Stephan
was prepared to die to protect him, even though he was ordered by someone
else. "Mr. Rhys, you're still unaware of the situation. Not only is this
man the guild master of the White Dragon guild, but he is also the best
martial artist in Swinton! He is head and shoulders above both of us!
Just escape while you can!" Stephan urged. Although Dustin was a martial
artist as well, he could only harness internal energy. On the other hand,
as a high–level martial artist, Dracor already had the ability to
manifest his energy externally. In addition, he fortified his body to be
as impenetrable as steel. Even among the high–level martial artists, he
was considered one of the best. Defeating a lower–level martial artist
like Dustin would be a walk in the park! "Mr. Chapman, don't worry. I can
deal with this," Dustin reassured him. "Mr. Rhys, you are biting off more
than you can chew! You are still young and trainable. If you survive,
there is 1/3 Chapter 141 still hope for you to defeat him one day!
However, the most important thing right now is to stay alive!" Stephan
was getting anxicus. Dustin couldn't help but feel frustrated. Were his
words that unbelievable? He didn't even care if he went up against a
godlike opponent. Defeating a high–level martial artist was nothing.
"Shut your yapping! Today, both of you will die here!" Dracor snapped his
fingers. At his signal, his disciples swarmed all at once toward Dustin.
"Mr. Rhys, run! I'll hold them back!" Stephan gritted his teeth and
rushed into the middle of the crowd. He had to buy more time so that
Dustin could escape. Although Stephan was badly injured, he was still
able to tackle a large number of men by mustering up his remaining
energy. As Dracor's disciples were defeated one by one. Stephan's last–
ditch effort angered Dracor. "What a reckless idiot!" Dracor's expression
darkened. He leaped into the air and dove at Stephan with his palm open.
"Come at me with all you've got!" Stephan countered with his fists. As
Stephan's fist and Dracor's palm came into contact, a loud blast was
heard as their energies repelled each other. Stephan flew into the air
like a punching bag, blood spurting from his mouth. Before his limp body
crashed on the ground, Dustin caught him single–handedly and nullified
Dracor's attack. He placed Stephan down and patted him on the back
gently. After that, Dustin stood up and walked confidently toward Dracor.
"Wait a minute, Mr. Rhys! I know you have some skills, but you are no
match for Dracor! He is definitely not an opponent either you or I could
handle! He is a monster! Quick, grab this opportunity to escape before
it's too late!" Stephan shouted frantically, ignoring the blood dripping
down his face. "Don't worry, Stephan. On the contrary, he is no match for
me." Heavy raindrops splashed on his umbrella as Dustin continued walking
toward Dracor. "Punk, you should have listened to his advice! Now, it's
too late to regret it! You lost your chance!" Dracor laughed menacingly.
He dug his heels into the ground and shot out like an arrow in Dustin's
direction. He was planning to use his momentum and crush Dustin with his
body of steel! "Mr. Rhys, be careful!" Stephan's lace turned pale. Dracor
was a high–level martial artist and one of the best in Swinton. Going
squarely against an opponent of his caliber was just looking for trouble!
Just as Stephan thought that Dustin would die on the spot, a miracle
happened! 313 Even though Dracor had smashed into Dustin's body like a
tank, he did not move an inch. He reached out, grabbed Dracor by the
neck, and lifted him off the ground. Dracor's muscular body dangled in
the air like a chicken awaiting slaughter, his feet kicking frantically.
However, he could not escape from Dustin's iron grip. "Mr. Chapman, what
were you saying just now?" Dustin turned to Stephan and asked
nonchalantly, an umbrella in one hand and Dracor hanging helplessly from
the other. Dustin couldn't catch what Stephan had said to him just now
because of the heavy rain. Looking at the scene before him, Stephan was
dumbstruck. Dracor was dangling helplessly in the air like a puppet.
Never in his dreams had Stephan imagined that the proud and arrogant
Dracor Milfroy would be restrained by Dustin with just one hand.
Everything happened so quickly that Dracor had no chance to retaliate.
Besides, it had to be said that Dracor wasn't an average, run–of–the–mill
fighter. He was a high–level martial artist with formidable energy! How
could Dustin single–handedly defeat a martial artist like him? This was
ludicrous!