"Ah!" There were a series of loud cries as the henchmen were caught off–
guard, falling to the floor one after another and rolling around in pain.
In a blink of an eye, the floor was littered with people. Everyone had a
fork or a knife lodged so deeply in their thighs that they couldn't even
pull it out.
"What?" Duncan couldn't help but be startled by the sight.
He had carefully handpicked these henchmen. All of them had gone through
extensive training and were highly skilled. Typically speaking, a ten–
against–
one battle would have ended in an overwhelming but predictable victory on
one side.
Yet, never in his dreams would he have expected that all of his men would
have fallen just like that.
Were cutleries supposed to be this deadly?
"What? That bastard is this strong?" Victoria couldn't help but be shell–
shocked by how nonchalant Dustin looked. In her mind, Dustin was just an
insignificant small fry.
How was he capable of that?
"Fuck! Turns out he's had some training. Why didn't he act sooner?" Terre
nce gritted his teeth, feeling the
soreness throughout his body. If Dustin had come to his rescue sooner, he
wouldn't have had to get beat up
for nothing!
Undoubtedly, that bastard just wanted to embarrass him!
"Rhys seems to be getting better and better at fighting."
Florence and the rest were secretly stunned. Although they knew that Dust
in was a decent fighter, seeing him
end a battle in a single second like that was shocking enough.
"You want to take revenge on me, but you only brought so few people? That
may be a tall order." Dustin
stared into Duncan's eyes and continued indifferently. "If you break one
of your arms and promise never to appear in front of me again, I may cons
ider letting you off this time."
"Letting me off?" After a
brief moment of surprise, Duncan burst into menacing laughter. "Punk, I'l
l admit that you've got something in you, and just any henchman is no mat
ch for you. However, if you think that victory is in your hands, then you
're majorly mistaken!"
"Hmm, are you saying you have another trick up your sleeve?" A shadow of
a smile crossed Dustin's face.
"Of course!" Duncan said with confidence. "After all, I'm here for reveng
e, so of course I made preparations. You're a good fighter, aren't
you? Well, I'll bring out someone who is an even better fighter than you
now!"
With that, he clapped his hands twice.
Suddenly, two men in tracksuits walked in. One was in his forties, while
the other was in his early twenties. From the looks of it, they had to be
father and son. Not only did their faces resemble each other's, but they
also had similar builds; both of them had burly figures sculpted from so
lid muscles, and veins popped through
their skin like earthworms. They looked terrifying.
"Punk, do you know who they are?" Duncan said gleefully. "They're the fam
ous Sander father–son duo of the martial world, Cobalt and Flint Sander!"
"The Sander father–son duo?" When
Terrence heard this, his expression immediately changed.
Others might not know it, but he knew very well how strong the Sanders we
re. The son, Flint, was already
ranked thirteenth
on the Hundred Immortals. Meanwhile, the father, Cobalt, was ranked secon
d!
What did being ranked second entail?
He was already far past the capabilities of the average person. He could
smash rocks with his hands and feet.
Rumor had it that when Cobalt was at his peak, he had challenged 27 dojos
in Millsburg in a row. Not to mention, he won every single time!
That alone was a testament to his immense power!