"Mr. Rhys?"
Otto and
his company were entirely dumbfounded by Stephan's display of respect tow
ard Dustin. Never in
their wildest dreams had they ever anticipated the renowned Mr. Chapman t
o have come forward specifically for Dustin, let alone greet him with suc
h 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 spotte
d 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 breakth
rough." Stephan's face was filled with gratitude.
"Really? I suppose congratulations are in order, then." Dustin smiled fai
ntly.
"Mr. Rhys, where you're sitting now doesn't seem befitting for your statu
s. How about we head over to the reserved seats for the Harmon family?" S
tephan gestured with one hand, still courteous as ever.
"Very well. This place is infested with flies anyway. I'd rather sit amid
st humans–less tiresome." Dustin nodded, not refusing the offer.
Just as they prepared to leave, Otto couldn't help but speak up. "Mr. Cha
pman-"
"What?" Stephan turned, his expression cold. The way he treated Otto was
the complete opposite of when he'd been conversing with Dustin earlier.
"Mr. Chapman, I'm Otto Marsh. We met before, and you gave me a few pointe
rs too." Otto attempted to turn the
situation in his favor.
"I've given pointers to a lot of people. As for you–
I have no recollection at all." Stephan left after replying
dismissively.
Otto stood paralyzed, awkwardness creeping up his features. To have boast
ed for so long only to be brutally rejected was humiliating beyond words.
"Who's that little brat anyway? How could he turn out to be acquainted wi
th Mr. Chapman?" someone asked.
"He looks like a pretty boy taken in by Ms. Harmon. If it hadn't been for
his relationship with the Harmons, Mr.
Chapman would never stoop down to this level otherwise, let alone treat s
omeone like him so respectfully!"
Julie said indignantly.
"After all that fuss, he turns out to be nothing but a leech, basking in
the glory of the Harmon family. To think that I, for a second, genuinely
believed him to be someone important!" Otto released a sigh of relief, th
ough his
expression was contemptuous.
There was no glory in depending on women to climb the ranks. A real man d
epended on no one else but himself and his own strength!
"Finally, Come sit." As Natasha caught sight of Dustin, she immediately p
atted the seat next to herself,
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signaling for him to sit.
Dustin didn't hesitate either. He gracefully took his seat and said, "Bou
lderthorn is well–prepared this time. I advise you to be more cautious."
Natasha had yet to reply when Quentin, who was sitting beside her, scoffe
d. "Don't worry about it. With the King of Kicks on our side, victory is
guaranteed to be ours!"
"If that is indeed the situation, I suppose it couldn't be more perfect,
then." Dustin smiled lightly and said no
more.
Amid the low hum of conversation, another group emerged from the right pa
ssageway. At their very front was a man about thirty years of age, clad i
n white. The man's eyebrows were sharp, his demeanor commanding along wit
h those strongly piercing eyes. The crowd parted around him easily, allow
ing his presence to stand out with minimal effort.
This man was the principal disciple of Mr. Williams, Maximus Kane. Behind
him, Brody Williams and his tropes followed as well.
As soon as the two sides met, tensions rose immediately.
"Ms. Harmon, I admire your courage to rise to my challenge, but today, vi
ctory belongs to none other than Boulderthorn!" Brody was the first to sp
eak..
"Words are futile. Prove it to me with your actions if you really believe
so." Natasha returned indifferently.
"I will! Today's fight will be something else–
there shall be no limits on the number of rounds and participants. The la
st person standing in the battle ring is the victor. How does that sound?
"
"I have no objections to that." Natasha nodded. In order to make it count
, they had to make the other party submit to them wholeheartedly.
Upon reaching an agreement, both sides began their preparations.
Shortly after, the first match commenced.
Boulderthorn
was the first to mount the ring. Their first contestant was an exceedingl
y heavyset beast of a man. Every step he took sent shudders down the loos
ely–hanging flesh on his body.
The sight of him was rather comical, to say the least.
When he climbed up the battle ring and took his position, he even held
the leg of roasted mutton in one hand. his teeth tearing into the meat vo
raciously.