"Uh…" Isfrid was bewildered at the sight of the head beside her feet.
Who would have imagined that the mighty and incomparable Darkwrath would
be killed so easily? He was ranked eighth of The Hundred Immortals! He ha
d decapitated the entirety of team five on his own. It was preposterous f
or him to be killed with one strike of the sword.
"What?" Looking at the headless body. Fletcher was taken aback as well. H
e knew
Dustin was strong but didn't realize he was that strong. With just a stri
ke of his sword, he killed Darkwrath, ranked eighth of The Hundred Immort
als. It seemed like only Judge, who was ranked third, would be able to su
ppress his formidable strength.
"You … you killed my brother?" Lightwrath finally stood. His pale face ap
peared ghastly.
He allowed his brother to play his game of cat and mouse without interven
ing since victory was within reach. He didn't expect a highly skilled mar
tial artist to be hidden among them. On top of that, that highly skilled
martial artist unexpectedly brought about his brother's demise.
"I gave both of you the opportunity to attack together. He's the one who
didn't appreciate it," Dustin responded flatly.
"You're seeking death!" Lightwrath flew into a rage. He took out two pist
ols and charged forward violently.
"All of you, go!" Fletcher commanded.
Finally, the remaining few highly skilled, ranked martial artists joined
the fray and
flanked Lightwrath to protect him as they surged forward, attempting to e
ncircle Dustin.
From their perspective, even if Dustin's skills were formidable, he would
n't be able to hold back their collective assaults. After all, he only ha
d four limbs.
"It's over. It's really over this time!" Istrid grew increasingly worried
as she watched the martial artists, all ranked on The Hundred Immortals,
join forces in the attack.
Although she was surprised by Dustin's performance, she knew that victory
and defeat in a battle between skilled martial artists hung by a thread.
Dustin could turn out victorious if it were a one–on–
one battle, but when going against numerous opponents, only certain death
would face him.
"Hmph!" Faced with the approaching Lightwrath and his group, Dustin remai
ned still and swung his sword once more. With a sharp whistle, the sword
glimmered across the air.
Lightwrath and the others appeared to have been cursed in place, their mo
vements coming to a halt. Their legs gave way, and they collapsed to thei
r knees. Finally, heads rolled off onto the ground in succession. splatte
ring blood all over the floor.
Immediately, a dead silence engulfed the area. Isirid and the rest of the
shadow guards looked on in shock and disbelief.
If Darkwrath's death was described as the result of an ambush or a surpri
se attack, then, right now, it would be
described as the result of sheer strength. One single strike had slain a
number of
skilled martial artists ranked on The Hundred Immortals. It was truly ter
rifying!
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When Istrid thought of how she had looked down on him, she was filled wit
h shame. It turned out that she was
the true bum.
"Release her, or die!" Dustin ignored the lifeless bodies on the ground,
staring straight at Fletcher. It was as if
he was looking at a dead man.
"You
How could
you. Fletcher broke out in a cold sweat, looking terrified. Dustin's prow
ess made him
see the man in a new light.
"Release her!" Dustin repeated. He spoke straight to the point, yet it wa
s exceptionally domineering.
"You just you wait!" Fletcher panicked. Without another word, he rushed i
nto the villa.
Hummer Villa was vast, with an entire hill enveloped within its grounds.
While the outer square was filled with chaos, inside, it was bustling wit
h music and wine. A group of esteemed guests was gathered in the luxuriou
s villa, attending the Hummers' party that was currently underway. Their
focus was all on Joshua and Jade.