An Understated Dominance (FULL ENGLISH TRANSLATION)

 

Chapter 1181 – The Needle Shot

“Whoa, is this guy out of his mind? How can he talk to Liam like that?” exclaimed one onlooker.

“This kid is insane, completely unaware of how serious this is,” added another.

“A warrior from a minor sect dares to challenge Liam, the elder of the Soul-suppressing Sect? He’s practically begging for trouble!”

The murmurs and gasps rippled through the crowd in response to Dustin’s audacious words.

People pointed and whispered, appearing utterly dumbfounded.

In the presence of a master like Liam, couldn’t one simply surrender? Offer a few apologies, perhaps a bit of embarrassment, but at least you’d save your life.

But no, this guy had chosen a different path. He knew he couldn’t win, yet he decided to confront Liam head-on. Wasn’t that sheer recklessness?

“What’s going through this guy’s head?” Serena furrowed her brow, genuinely not wanting to escalate the situation. Unfortunately, Dustin’s words had already taken the matter to an irreparable level.

It was no longer just about her; it was about the reputation and dignity of the entire Soul-suppressing Sect.

“Sir Dustin!” Aria said, his voice low and urgent. “He’s the elder of the Soul-Suppressing Sect. We can’t afford to offend him. We need to apologize quickly, or disaster will follow.”

Serena alone was already a formidable opponent. Now, with the addition of the more powerful Liam, their situation had become dire.

“Boy, what did you just say? I didn’t catch it. Would you be kind enough to repeat it?” Liam’s eyes narrowed, his face darkening ominously.

Since gaining fame, no one had dared to disrespect him like this.

“You didn’t hear me clearly? Alright, I’ll oblige,” Dustin replied calmly. “I said, even your master, Alexander Cheng, wouldn’t dare to address me this way. So, who do you think you are?”

As soon as those words left Dustin’s lips, Aria’s face turned ashen.

Their fate was sealed. There was no way out now.

“Hey! Are you out of your mind? Are you trying to get us killed?” Cameron, who had once been very arrogant, was now visibly shaken.

After the recent battle, he had come to terms with reality and understood the vast gap between major and minor sects.

” I won’t shed tears until the funeral,” Serena shook her head knowingly. She understood that Dustin’s words weren’t just an affront to Liam; they had deeply offended the entire Soul-suppressing Sect.

“Boy, you’re asking for death!” Liam finally couldn’t hold back any longer. With a swift move, he lunged forward like a tiger, determined to tear Dustin apart with his bare hands.

In the face of this sudden attack, Dustin remained unfazed and simply flicked his finger.

“Whoosh!”

A silver needle shot out.

During his sprint, Liam felt his knees go weak, and he tumbled to the ground uncontrollably, looking utterly embarrassed.

The sight stunned everyone into silence, leaving them momentarily dumbfounded. No one had expected that the esteemed leader of the Soul-suppressing Sect, one of the top young experts, would tumble in such a humiliating manner in front of all their eyes.

It was the equivalent of public defecation without any toilet paper—utterly mortifying.

“Brother Liam, what is going on?” Serena’s lips twitched, her expression strangely amused.

Liam struggled to his feet, inspected his knee, and discovered a silver needle embedded there.

“Damn it!” He yanked out the silver needle and crushed it into powder. His face contorted with rage as he glared at Dustin. “You dare use tricks on me?”

” Should you attempt another approach, I won’t display the same leniency.” Dustin replied coolly.

“Enough of this nonsense! You’re dead! I’ll tear you to pieces!” Liam bellowed in anger. “Someone hand me my weapon!”



Chapter 1182 – The Finger

“Here you go, Big Brother!” A Soul-Suppressing Sect disciple hurled a finely-crafted steel spear with all his might.

As Liam grasped the spear, his entire demeanor transformed.

It became sharp, domineering, and razor-focused.

Liam was renowned for his spear skills and advanced cultivation. His mastery of the spear was unmatched, and he had dominated the martial world for years without a worthy adversary.

Today, he intended to employ his renowned technique to astonish the world once more.

“Kid! Few have forced me to wield my spear in recent years, but you’ve earned that honor!” Liam snarled, his face contorted with fury. “Today, you’ll meet your end by my spear, and you should be proud of that!”

With a fierce expression on his face, Liam released his spear with the swiftness of an arrow released from a drawn bowstring.

At the same time, he lunged forward with astonishing speed, quickly catching up to the spear and grabbing its handle. In an instant, Liam, now armed with his weapon, turned into a dark torrent and surged forward.

The torrent’s trajectory created a tempest, making the nearby warriors’ weapons tremble slightly.

“Chasing the Stars and Chasing the Moon!”

Liam and his spear melded into one, carrying an earth-shattering force as they relentlessly charged towards Dustin.

This awe-inspiring force left everyone in shock.

“What a devastating strike! He truly is a master of the spear!”

“Chasing the Stars and Chasing the Moon is Liam’s signature move. Once he employs it, nothing can stop it. No one has ever cracked it.”

“His first move is a killing blow. It seems this kid is finished!”

“Hmph! If you dare provoke the leader of the Soul-suppressing Sect, you deserve your fate!”

The surrounding warriors retreated as soon as Liam unleashed his special move, afraid of getting caught in its path and suffering its destructive power.

“Too slow,” Dustin remarked as he faced the oncoming strike without evading, simply extending his finger tip.

With exceptional precision, this seemingly ordinary finger aimed directly for the tip of Liam’s spear.

“Boom!”

A resounding blast echoed.

The previously earth-shattering force of the spear was instantly shattered.

Liam felt his entire body tremble, his arms going numb. The spear in his hand seemed to have wedged itself into a mountain, rendering it immovable.

“What?!” Liam scrutinized the situation with growing astonishment.

He freaked out when he figured out that the thing blocking his attack wasn’t some shield or fancy magical stuff – it was just a finger.

Just an ordinary finger!

His renowned move, the super impressive thrust, got completely shut down by a lone finger.

How in the world was that even doable?

“Seriously?” Dustin shook his head, looking pretty let down.
He then slowly curled his fingers, aiming them at the spear’s tip before flicking it gently.

“Boom!”

There was another deafening noise.

Liam’s grip on the spear slipped away instantly.

The colossal impact made the steel spear recoil violently, its blunt end crashing mercilessly into Liam’s chest as if it were a cannonball.

“Ah!” Liam shrieked in excruciating pain as his ribcage crumpled, and his entire body felt as if a truck had just plowed into him. He was flung several meters away, landing on the ground with a thunderous crash.

His face contorted in agony, and he coughed up blood, unable to get back on his feet.

“What?!” Onlookers were left in sheer disbelief and astonishment.

Nobody had foreseen that Dustin would not only defeat Liam but do so overwhelmingly.

Liam, the top disciple of the Soul-Suppressing Sect and a rising star in the martial world, had been soundly defeated by a single finger from Dustin. It was an utterly unimaginable turn of events.

Just who in the world was this guy?





Chapter 1183 – The Astonishing Upset

“Holy cow! Is this real? This guy defeated the Soul-Suppressing Sect’s leader with just one finger?”

“What’s going on here? How can this kid be ridiculously strong?”

“Where on earth did this beast come from? It just utterly defeated Liam. Unbelievable!”

The unexpected twist in events sent shockwaves rippling through the crowd.

Initially, Liam had been seen as the undisputed favorite, but he was effortlessly subdued by Dustin.

The glaring disparity in their abilities was evident to everyone.

Speculations and theories were running wild, and the atmosphere crackled with disbelief.

“Is he seriously this formidable?” Serena’s eyes widened in amazement. At first, she had believed that Dustin’s forte lay solely in concealed weaponry, but she hadn’t anticipated such sheer physical strength.
With just one finger, he’d sent Liam flying. Among the young warriors of Balerno, it seemed no one could match him.

“Du… Sir Dustin actually defeated Liam?” Aria rubbed her eyes, doubting if she’d seen correctly.

Liam, the chief disciple of the Soul-Suppressing Sect, was someone they’d held in high regard. To think that Dustin had defeated him in a single move was simply inconceivable.

“The leader of the Soul-Suppressing Sect is a disappointment, isn’t he? He can’t even beat this kid. What a disappointment!” Cameron sneered, his arrogance making a swift comeback.

In his view, he was superior to Dustin. If Dustin could defeat Liam, then he had a chance to perform even better.

With that thought, he regained his lost self-assurance.

“Who… are you?” Liam rose shakily to his feet. When he gazed at Dustin once more, fear filled his eyes.

He had never fathomed that a peer could humiliate him in such a degrading manner, rendering him utterly defenseless.

“You’re not entitled to know who I am. Just summon your master,” Dustin responded calmly.

“Young man, don’t be overly audacious!” Liam’s expression grew somber. “I acknowledge your strength, but you lack the qualifications to challenge my master!”

“Challenge? No, you’ve got it wrong. I’ve come to educate him,” Dustin clarified.

“Arrogant!”

“Disrespectful!”

Dustin’s words triggered a furious response from the disciples of the Soul-Suppressing Sect. Their anger flared, and they were prepared to confront him. While they might not match Dustin’s strength individually, they believed that together, they could overpower him.

“Young man, you’re walking a dangerous path! How dare you disrespect our master? It appears you’ve become weary of life!” Liam seethed.

“Strength is indeed commendable, but don’t let arrogance cloud your judgment. The leader of the Soul-Suppressing Sect is the renowned Grandmaster Alexander Cheng, and you’re not in any position to challenge him,” Serena advised.

She respected Dustin’s abilities but felt that his demeanor and behavior were excessively conceited.
Even if he had defeated Liam, challenging Alexander Cheng was tantamount to overestimating his own abilities.

“Sir Dustin, perhaps it’s best to let this go and not escalate the situation,” Aria advised in a hushed tone.

Martial arts masters were considered nearly god-like figures by ordinary warriors, seemingly untouchable and far beyond their league. Openly challenging them was often seen as a guaranteed path to one’s demise.

“I won’t back down. Call for Alexander Cheng, and I’ll confront our unresolved issues right now,” Dustin stated with a chilling resolve.

“You… Your audacity knows no bounds!” Liam seethed, his face twisted with anger.

Their master had been humiliated, and as the chief disciple/elder, he felt a deep anger, but his own strength was woefully inadequate to confront Dustin.

“Who has the audacity to speak my name so disrespectfully?” In that moment, a commanding and majestic voice thundered through the air.

Chapter 1184: A Little Prelude

The voice wasn’t particularly loud, but it cut through the chatter in the audience like a knife. An invisible weight descended, silencing the crowd.

Following the sound comes a rugged, white-bearded old man striding towards us, head held high.

The old man was clad in a black robe, his appearance weathered and his eyes sharp. The strong wind swirled around him, causing his robe to rustle like a flag in the wind.

There wasn’t any flashy display of power, yet an aura of gravitas and majesty surrounded him, akin to Thor, the Norse God of Ronald.

No need for any grand entrance; the mere presence of the old man demanded everyone’s attention.

This figure was none other than the leader of the Soul-suppressing Sect, Alexander Cheng!

“Oh my, Grandmaster Alexander Cheng is really here! Something significant is about to go down!”

“This young lad’s arrogance knows no bounds. Challenging Grandmaster Alexander Cheng? He’s gotten himself into a real mess now!”

“Why flaunt your prowess? Why not keep a low profile? It’s like he’s courting disaster. Now that Grandmaster Alexander Cheng has shown up, let’s see how this ends!”

“Talk about asking for trouble!”

Whispers and pointing fingers filled the air.

People glanced at Dustin with a touch of sympathy. His act had been too brazen, and it had successfully lured Grandmaster Alexander Cheng out. It was like lifting a rock only to drop it on one’s own foot.

“It’s finished, it’s truly finished,” Aria quivered, teetering on the brink of collapse.

Her lovely face wore an expression of despair.

“Damn! This lad is beyond foolish. He couldn’t just keep quiet, had to provoke a martial arts master. Isn’t that practically suicide? Don’t drag us into this mess!” Cameron muttered, panic-stricken.

No matter how self-assured he might be, he wouldn’t dare to be insolent in front of a martial arts master.

“Sigh… A true genius, and he might die here today,” Serena sighed, shaking her head with a heavy heart.

If Alexander Cheng hadn’t appeared, Dustin could have escaped unharmed. But now, there was no way out.

“Master! You’ve finally arrived!” Liam staggered forward to greet him.

“What happened? How did you get injured like this?” Alexander Cheng examined Liam up and down, a slight frown creasing his forehead.

“Master, an individual had the audacity to provoke the Soul-Suppressing Sect. Not only did he injure me, but he also spread false allegations, attempting to cause trouble for you. His insolence knows no bounds!” Liam exclaimed indignantly.

“Oh?” Alexander Cheng’s face darkened. “Who dares to challenge me?”

“Master, it’s him!” Liam pointed at Dustin, his voice dripping with disdain. “This kid is so arrogant; he doesn’t take you seriously at all.”

“Is that so?” Alexander Cheng turned his gaze towards Dustin, preparing to assert his dominance. However, upon seeing Dustin’s face, he froze, beads of cold sweat forming on his forehead.

A profound sense of dread washed over him.

The memory of the Black Forest remained vivid in his mind. Dustin’s final sword had been nothing short of astonishing, haunting both gods and demons. It had severed Jan Crane’s hand, dazzled Master Wary’s eyes, and even left him gravely injured.

He had yet to fully recover from that encounter, and that single sword had cast a long shadow over him.

Now that he was face to face with his nemesis, fear gripped him even before the battle had begun.

“Alexander Cheng, we meet again,” Dustin declared coldly, his eyes piercing. “Since Ronald Reeds hasn’t shown up yet, how about we have a little prelude, settling our old and new scores right here and now?”

At those words, Alexander Cheng trembled and felt an overwhelming sense of terror.

Then, to the astonishment of onlookers, he turned and fled without goodbyes…






Chapter 1185: The Astonishing Escape

“He took off…”

As Alexander Cheng hastily retreated in embarrassment, a stunned silence fell over the crowd.

Wide-eyed disbelief painted every face in the audience.

What in the world was happening?

The illustrious headmaster of the Soul-suppressing Sect, a renowned martial arts master, had just fled in fear?

What about his reputation as a headmaster?

Where was the dignity of a master?

Had he thrown it all away?

“Master, where are you going?” Liam stammered, seeking answers.

“Elder Liam, there’s an urgent matter at home. I’ll return as soon as I can,” came Alexander Cheng’s slightly trembling voice from a distance.

As he spoke, he practically greased his shoe soles and bolted faster.

After all, he hadn’t fully recovered from the injuries inflicted upon him in the Black Forest during their last encounter. He hadn’t expected to cross paths with this bad omen again.

If he didn’t make his escape now, when would he?

Facing a direct confrontation, he might well lose his life here.

A smart person knows when it’s time to quit.

Losing some face was better than losing one’s life.

“…,” Liam’s mouth twitched, and he was momentarily at a loss.

Since he had known his master, he had never seen him in such a state of panic.

It was as though he had encountered something truly sinister.

What could possibly terrify his master to this extent?

“What’s going on? Why did Grandmaster Alexander Cheng run away?”

“Wait… that can’t be right. Could it be that my wife’s giving birth?”

“Is it possible that… Grandmaster Alexander Cheng is scared?”

Watching Alexander Cheng flee, everyone exchanged bewildered glances, staring at each other in disbelief.

No one had anticipated this turn of events.

When he first appeared on the scene, Alexander Cheng had exuded an air of awe-inspiring dominance. Every action he took radiated the majesty of a martial arts master.

They had even thought Dustin was in for trouble.

But in the blink of an eye, Alexander Cheng had looked as if he’d seen a ghost, fleeing in terror without daring to glance back.

It was truly mind-boggling.

“This old fox sure can run fast,” Dustin muttered.

Truth be told, he hadn’t expected Alexander Cheng to turn tail and run.

Usually, there would be some posturing, some trash talk, and then they would engage in a fight, with the winner decided in the ring.

But what had happened instead?

The esteemed headmaster of the Soul-Suppressing Sect, a formidable martial arts master, hadn’t even possessed the courage to engage. He had simply fled.

Was this an act of cowardice, or was he simply biding his time?

“How… how could this happen?” Serena’s beautiful eyes were wide with shock.

Alexander Cheng’s strength far exceeded that of her own master, and he could even rival the leader of the Zen Order. It was simply inconceivable that someone of his caliber would flee without a fight.

What was even more unnerving was that Alexander Cheng’s behavior had shifted the moment he laid eyes on Dustin.

Could it be that this young man before them had somehow struck fear into Alexander Cheng’s heart?

The idea sent a chill down her spine, and it seemed increasingly likely.

So, the question remained: Who was this handsome man in front of her who could drive a martial arts master like Alexander Cheng to flee?

It was nothing short of astounding.

“Are we… saved?” Aria and the others exchanged bewildered glances.

They didn’t know what had just happened, and they were utterly perplexed. However, one thing was clear: Alexander Cheng’s hasty departure had saved them from a looming crisis.






Chapter 1186: An Unexpected Revelation

“Deputy sheriff Nolan! They are here; my people saw them coming in!”

Amidst the commotion, a cry pierced the air.

A contingent of martial arts law enforcement teams burst into the martial arts arena.

Leading them was the black-clad Deputy sheriff of the Martial Alliance, flanked by a man with a battered face and a swollen nose—the same captain of the law enforcement team whom Dustin had previously injured.

“It’s trouble! The Martial Arts law enforcement team is here!”

Aria’s expression darkened as she positioned herself in front of Dustin. “Sir Dustin, they’re coming for you. Please leave quickly. I’ll hold them off for you.”

Dustin had saved her life before, and now it was her turn to repay the favor.

“Kid! Why bother about him? The law enforcement has the advantage in number of members. Let’s hide and avoid trouble!” Cameron said, panic evident in his voice.

Though he was reasonably confident, he wasn’t so self-assured that he believed he could take on the entire Martial Alliance.

“Sir Dustin, please, leave now! If you don’t go, it might be too late!” Anxious, Aria urged.


“I’ve got no fear of Alexander Cheng, so there’s no reason to fear these folks,” Dustin said with a smile as he shook his head, protecting Aria behind him.

“Sir Dustin…”

Aria was about to say more when the Martial Arts law enforcement team arrived.

“Whoever disregarded their own life and dared to assault the Martial Arts law enforcement team, come out immediately and apologize!”

The leading Deputy sheriff in black held his hands behind his back, his demeanor arrogant, and his tone domineering.

The captain of the team that had been assaulted quickly spotted Dustin in the crowd and identified him. “Deputy sheriff Nolan! That’s the kid! He’s the one who attacked me! He’s the one who challenged the authority of the Martial Alliance!”

“Whoa, you’re really pushing it there…,” the black-clad Deputy sheriff began to lay into them, but then, all of a sudden, his expression turned ghostly pale, like he’d been struck by lightning out of nowhere.

He was shaking like a leaf in the wind, totally unable to control his body.

“Kid! You actually had the guts to hit me earlier; well, your fate is now sealed!” The head of the law enforcement crew grinned like a maniac, his eyes full of absolute certainty.

“Du… Du…” The Deputy sheriff in black continued to wobble, sweat streaming down his face.

As a Martial Alliance Deputy sheriff, he had crossed paths with Dustin before. He had personally received the corpse of ‘the thunderstorm’ delivered by Dustin during the previous day.

The bold young man standing before him had actually dared to take down Alliance Leader Ronald’s nephew. If he let violence erupt now, the Martial Alliance could turn into a complete bloodbath!

“Deputy Sheriff Nolan, no need for chit-chat. Grab this young man right now, and let’s give him a taste of the Martial Alliance’s justice!” The law enforcement team captain kept pushing.

“Arrest him? I’ll arrest you, for crying out loud!” The black-clad deputy sheriff was taken aback, and he gave the team leader a couple of quick smacks across the face.

“Ah!!!”

The team leader stood there, dumbfounded and bewildered. “Deputy sheriff Nolan, why did you hit me?”

“You’ve got no eyes! This is Grandmaster Dustin, renowned throughout Balermo! How dare you show disrespect to Grandmaster Dustin? You deserve to be slapped!” The black-clothed Deputy sheriff was furious, landing two more resounding slaps.

“Nolan Brooks, Deputy Sheriff of the Martial Alliance, pays his respects to Grandmaster Dustin!” he declared with utmost respect, bowing deeply as he set aside his weapon after the fierce altercation.

“Grandmaster Dustin… Dustin?”

As the scene unfolded before him, the captain of the law enforcement team felt as though he’d been struck by lightning. He stood there, mouth agape, his mind racing with incredulity.

Could it truly be?

Was the figure standing before him none other than the legendary young master?

Silence enveloped them all, the weight of the moment sinking in like an anchor in their hearts.
The entire arena fell deathly quiet.

At that moment, everyone was utterly dumbfounded, their faces etched with shock.

“Dustin? Grandmaster Dustin? Could it be… he’s the number one young master in Balermo?”

“Oh my, is this for real? This guy is a martial arts master?”

“No wonder he’s so formidable, such a prodigy; no wonder even Grandmaster Alexander Cheng was terrified and ran away.”

“I’ve heard about the young master for ages, but I’ve never laid eyes on him. I never imagined he’d be this dashing. He’s certainly lived up to the adoration of countless female warriors.”

After a moment of silence, the entire place erupted into chaos.








Chapter 1187: A Continuing Revelation

No one had anticipated the grandeur of Dustin’s background.

Initially, they had assumed he was just a disciple from a small sect, perhaps a bit more talented than most.

Yet, they now stood face-to-face with the seemingly ordinary young man who was, in reality, the renowned young master, his true identity shattering their preconceived notions like fragile glass.

Since the Knighthood Society Tournament, he had skyrocketed to fame. He had slain Sir Augustus on Shinefield Lake and displayed unparalleled prowess in the Black Forest. And now, he had openly challenged the leader of the martial arts world.

Each of his actions had sent shockwaves through the region, creating a figure of unparalleled power and prestige, the likes of which had not been seen in Balermo for a century.

He was entirely unique among his peers, his reputation surpassing even that of some older masters, turning him into a living legend in the Balermo martial arts realm.

Now, as they witnessed this legend in the flesh, every eye was drawn to him.

“He… he… he… he’s actually the Young Grandmaster?!” Liam stammered, his face drained of color, his eyelids twitching uncontrollably, his body trembling uncontrollably, as if the earth beneath him had shifted.

He had never fathomed that the person he had provoked just moments ago was none other than the infamous prodigy.

It made sense now. The ease with which Dustin had dispatched him with a single finger was no longer a mystery. And it explained why his master had been so terrified, fleeing in haste.

All the pieces fell into place.

“No wonder… no wonder he looked familiar. So, he’s the person I’ve been searching for!”

At that moment, Serena’s breath quickened. Her cheeks flushed, her beautiful eyes filled with admiration for the young master she had unknowingly crossed paths with.

She had witnessed Dustin’s valiant display from afar during the grandmaster battle on Shinefield Lake. However, the distance had obscured his face.

Now, having seen him up close, she discovered that the object of her dreams was even more handsome and captivating than she had imagined.

Meeting in this way, was it fate taking a different turn?

“Sir Dustin, Dus… he’s truly a martial arts master?” Aria was deeply shocked as she gazed at the tall figure before her.

She had never expected that Dustin, who seemed so approachable and unassuming, was, in fact, the famous young master—a top figure openly challenging the martial arts league’s leader.

Her perception of him shifted dramatically in that instant, as the true scope of his identity and audacious goals became apparent.

It was a colossal revelation that seemed almost surreal.

“Damn…” Cameron, standing nearby, couldn’t help but gulp, feeling a sudden chill on his scalp.

Boasting was one thing, but facing a martial arts master was a completely different experience.

It was akin to the awe and wonder ordinary people felt when gazing upon towering mountains.

Especially as he recalled his earlier audacious words, his fear grew, and a shiver ran down his spine.

“Grandmaster Dustin, please forgive our people’s ignorance. We hope you can find it in your heart to forgive them,” the black-clothed Deputy Sheriff implored, his head bowed, sweat forming on his brow.
Though Dustin had come to challenge the martial arts leader, he dared not show even a hint of disrespect.

At the level of a martial arts master, taking a life was as casual as plucking a weed.

If Dustin were to be offended and chose to act, no one would dare raise an objection.

“What are you all standing around for? Come here and apologize to Grandmaster Dustin!” The black-clad Deputy sheriff snapped, his tone stern and commanding.






Chapter 1188: Confrontation with the Martial Alliance

The captain of the law enforcement team snapped out of his daze, rushing forward with trembling steps, then knelt on the ground with a resounding thud. “Master Dustin! I’ve been blind; please don’t hold it against me! Forgive me this time!”

He begginged repeatedly, displaying utter humility and dignity cast aside.

“You bunch of good-for-nothings! What are you doing?!”

Suddenly, a thunderous voice boomed, seemingly from thin air.

Simultaneously, Asher Reeds led a contingent of senior martial arts leaders into the martial arts arena.

Upon seeing the captain of the law enforcement team kneeling on the ground and the black-clad Deputy sheriff bowing and nodding, Asher’s face darkened instantly.

“You disgraceful bunch! You’ve brought shame upon our Martial Alliance!” Asher bellowed, advancing to deliver a series of ruthless slaps to the two of them.

“Slap, slap, slap…”

They were beaten senseless, blood streaming from their mouths and noses. They dared not resist, enduring the humiliation.

When you offend a martial arts master, what choice do you have but to beg for mercy? Would you prefer death?

“Elder Asher, this is Master Dustin, who challenged Leader Ronald,” the black-clothed Deputy sheriff ventured, hoping for clemency.

“How dare you utter such nonsense?!” Asher raged, delivering two more slaps to the Deputy sheriff. “Challenging the leader of the Martial Alliance makes you an enemy of our Martial Alliance. Yet you kneel before the enemy like a pair of spineless cowards!”

“I…”

Nolan, the black-clothed Deputy sheriff, struggled to find words, his face aflame.

Easy for you to say, but would you have the courage to challenge the martial arts master? Your bravado would crumble in a heartbeat.

“Are you Dustin?” Asher abruptly turned his attention to Dustin, his gaze filled with murderous intent, anger, and profound hatred.

“Yes, I am,” Dustin affirmed. “Who are you?”

“I am Asher, an elder of the Martial Alliance!” Asher declared, his expression darkening further. “You committed a grave crime by killing my son last night, and now you dare challenge the leader of the martial arts alliance. Your audacity knows no bounds, you lawless scoundrel!”

Tensions in the room escalated as the confrontation between Grandmaster Dustin and the elder of the Martial Alliance unfolded, casting a shadow of uncertainty over their already precarious situation.

“Asher?” Dustin raised an eyebrow. “So, Ronald Reeds is your brother, and Erik is your son?”

“That’s right!” Asher’s teeth ground together. “You have committed a monstrous deed by killing my son, and today, you brazenly show up to challenge our martial arts alliance leader. You are a villain through and through!”

“You want to kill me? Do you have the capability?” Dustin sneered.

“If I had known you were coming, I would have set up a trap beforehand. Today, there’s no escape for you!” As Asher spoke, he retreated abruptly, raising his hand to signal forward. “The three chief protectors are hereby ordered to apprehend this criminal!”

As soon as he uttered those words, three figures behind him suddenly shot up from the ground.

They soared more than ten meters into the air before landing around Dustin, effectively encircling him.

These three figures were clad in black robes and concealed behind featureless masks. Their aura was as profound as that of a demon, emanating a chilling malevolence.

The moment these three appeared, the temperature in the vicinity plummeted rapidly.

Onlookers recoiled in fright, as if jolted by an electric shock, hastily retreating to put distance between themselves and the newcomers.

Those who were a tad slower to retreat were immediately affected by the frigid cold, shivering uncontrollably.

Aria and Cameron, standing beside Dustin, were even more profoundly affected.

For a moment, they were frozen in place, unable to move, transformed into ice sculptures.

“Oh no! They’ve sent the Shadow Triad after Dustin. He’s in real trouble!” Serena blurted out, her anxiety evident as she watched the situation unfold.






Chapter 1189: Facing The Shadow Triad

“I never expected that they’d even call upon the The Shadow Triad. Asher is truly sparing no expense!”

“It’s rumored that the The Shadow Triad are all martial arts masters. Although Dustin is formidable, taking on three of them at once is a tough proposition.”

“What kind of tactic is this from the Martial Arts Alliance? They initially came to challenge the leader of the Martial Arts Alliance, but now they seem to want to overwhelm the minority with numbers. Isn’t this a blatant disregard for martial ethics?”

Warriors in attendance couldn’t help but voice their thoughts as they observed the three figures in black robes and masks.

The the Shadow Triad were the Martial Alliance’s hidden trump card, holding a rank higher than that of the elders, second only to the alliance leader and deputy alliance leader.

They were never deployed lightly, reserved for times of dire crisis within the alliance.

No one knew the true extent of their power, and no one had ever glimpsed their faces, for all who had attempted had met their demise.

The last time the Shadow Triad had been dispatched was a decade ago when Ronald Reeds assumed leadership of the alliance.

That day, a faction of rogue heretics had attempted to disrupt the succession ceremony.

The The Shadow Triad had unleashed their thunderous might, suppressing the entire assembly, and effortlessly annihilated all the heretic sect members.

That encounter had earned them widespread renown.

Within the Martial Alliance, the The Shadow Triad stood as a formidable bulwark.

No one had ever breached this defense, let alone threatened the alliance’s foundation.

Now, in their bid to deal with Dustin, the Martial Alliance had not hesitated to send the The Shadow Triad to encircle and eliminate him simultaneously, a move many deemed excessive.

“The Shadow Triad?” Dustin glanced around, his expression growing colder. “Asher, is this your trump card?”

With his keen perception, Dustin could discern that the The Shadow Triad were not ordinary martial arts masters.

Their cultivation followed a dark and malevolent path.

Not only did they exude a cold aura and possess fierce gazes, but they also emitted a strong scent of blood.

The dark martial arts may promise rapid advancement, but they come with significant downsides. One such drawback is the constant requirement to consume fresh human blood throughout the year. This macabre necessity is crucial for keeping the malevolent forces within the practitioner’s body in check and preventing them from going berserk.

The unique odor exuded by these three individuals confirmed this fact.

In other words, the so-called The Shadow Triad of the Martial Alliance were, in truth, three demonic figures who had taken countless lives!

The Martial Alliance was intended to set an example for the majority of martial artists, leading through virtuous conduct. Yet, for the sake of power and status, these individuals had chosen to flout moral principles, break rules, and secretly harness demons for their own purposes.

The Martial Alliance had truly become corrupt to its core.

“What? You scared?” Asher laughed cruelly. “If fear’s got the best of you, just drop to your knees and let them do their thing. It might save you from a bit of pain!”

“Frightened?” Dustin scoffed. “Those three are just a bunch of lowlifes dabbling in dark arts. You honestly think they can be a threat to me?”

While dark arts might provide rapid growth, they resulted in an unstable realm and a shallow foundation. Identifying their weaknesses would make it easy to defeat all three.

“Young man! You won’t cry until you’re staring at your own coffin!” Asher responded menacingly. “Since you’re so eager to death wish, I’ll be happy to oblige! The Shadow Triad, you have my orders—kill him on the spot without mercy!”

“Hold on a minute!” Serena suddenly rose from her seat and spoke with conviction. “Elder Asher, Grandmaster Dustin came here today to challenge the Martial Arts Alliance Leader. Intercepting him on the way with the Shadow Triad to gang up on him is a bit excessive, don’t you think?”

“Exactly! We’re here to witness the duel between Master Dustin and Alliance Leader Ronald, not to witness an unfair contest!” Many warriors chimed in, voicing their disapproval.





Chapter 1190: Deputy Alliance Leader Eldric

“Who are you to meddle in our affairs?” Asher’s expression darkened.

“I am a disciple of the Zen Order, and I cannot stand by and watch such injustice unfold,” Serena declared with unwavering determination. “The Martial Alliance should be a beacon of fairness and justice. Grandmaster Dustin issued a challenge, and your Martial Alliance accepted it. Yet now, even before Alliance Leader Ronald has arrived, you’ve chosen to corner and eliminate him in secret. Where is the integrity of the Martial Alliance? Where is its dignity?”

“Exactly! If you want a fight, do it with honor. There’s no need for bullying just because you have more people.”

“Grandmaster Dustin arrived here alone out of respect for the Martial Alliance. The least the Alliance can do is return that courtesy, have a fair showdown in the arena, and win the respect of everyone present.”

“Are you all simply afraid that Grandmaster Dustin might pose a threat to Alliance Leader Ronald’s position, leading you to resort to these underhanded tactics?”

At this moment, the assembled warriors voiced their criticisms and discontent.

Challenging the leader of the Martial Arts Alliance was a rare event, and regardless of whether Dustin succeeded or not, it showcased his courage. However, the actions of the Law enforcement were undeniably disappointing.

“Silence! All of you, quiet down!” Asher’s anger flared. “This Dustin killed my son. As a father, I seek justice for my child. What’s wrong with that?”

“Seeking justice is one thing, but you should not abuse the power of the Martial Alliance for personal vengeance!” Serena responded passionately.

“You… you… you insolent woman!” Asher was so furious that he trembled.

He had arranged a trap to capture Dustin, but now a young girl with golden hair had suddenly appeared and was obstructing him in various ways.

“Elder Asher, even if you seek vengeance, you should wait until after Grandmaster Dustin’s challenge is concluded. We cannot agree to your actions at this moment.”

“That’s right! The challenge issued by the leader of the Martial Arts Alliance is sacred and inviolable. No matter how deep your grievances, you must set them aside for now.”

With Serena leading the way, more and more warriors stood up to protest against this injustice.

In truth, they were not particularly concerned about whether Dustin lived or died; rather, they were dissatisfied with the Asher and law enforcement’s high-handed and arbitrary conduct.

This behavior was truly outrageous.

If they didn’t speak out today, the Law enforcement would continue to act with impunity.

What would happen if similar incidents occurred in the future?

“You… are you all trying to oppose the Martial Alliance?” Asher shouted through gritted teeth.

“Elder Asher, please exercise restraint and avoid alienating the public,” a commanding voice suddenly interjected.

Subsequently, a middle-aged man in a long robe with a resolute countenance arrived on the scene as if carried by the wind.

He had his hands behind his back, walked with an elevated yet unhurried gait, exuding a calm and relaxed aura that was free-spirited.

Each step covered an astonishing distance.

While it appeared slow, he traversed the air and landed gracefully above everyone’s heads in the blink of an eye before descending gently, akin to an immortal descending to the mortal realm.

The person who had arrived was none other than Eldric Thornfield, the deputy leader of the Martial Alliance.

“We greet Deputy Alliance Leader Eldric!” All the warriors present saluted with cupped fists.

Even Asher, who had been in an extremely irate state moments earlier, dared not utter another word.

In the entire Martial Arts Alliance, aside from Alliance Leader Ronald Reeds himself, Eldric was the most formidable presence.

Though Eldric usually kept a low profile and remained inconspicuous, no one dared to underestimate this deputy leader.

After all, in the contest for leadership of the Martial Arts Alliance, Eldric had been evenly matched with Ronald Reeds and had ultimately been defeated by a single move.

“Elder Asher, we are all guests here. Since Grandmaster Dustin issued a formal challenge, we should treat him with respect as hosts. What you are doing now is quite inappropriate,” Eldric chided.

Implicitly, he had taken a clear stance on the matter.

Chapter 1191: Deputy’s Decision

“Deputy Leader Eldric, everything I’ve done is to uphold the Martial Alliance’s reputation,” Asher expressed with a furrowed brow. “This man recklessly harms innocent people, behaves arrogantly, and disrespects the Martial Alliance. If we don’t apprehend him now, it will lead to endless problems in the future.”

“Elder Asher, I witnessed the recent events clearly,” Eldric responded calmly. “Your actions have been forceful and domineering, and you even violated our rules by activating the three guardians without the leader’s authorization. If you persist in your actions, you’ll be held accountable for breaking the law, and the severity of your actions will only increase.”

“You!” Asher seethed with anger, clenching his teeth and speaking in a hushed tone. “Deputy Leader Eldric, we’re all part of the same alliance. Do you really need to oppose me for the sake of this young one?”

“Elder Asher, I always uphold the principles of justice and never bend the law for personal gain,” Eldric replied with dignity. “Right and wrong are determined by the consensus of the public. I believe that everyone here desires a fair Leader Challenge. Anyone who resorts to dishonorable tactics to obstruct it will be seen as a common enemy of martial arts.”

“That’s absolutely correct! As warriors, we have the right to challenge our martial arts leader, and no one should interfere!” The assembled warriors voiced their agreement.

In the world of martial arts, strength was highly respected, and martial arts leaders ascended through their martial skills. Once someone reached the master level, they earned the privilege to challenge the martial arts leader—an unwritten tradition. Avoiding combat or employing deceitful methods would tarnish the martial arts leader’s reputation.

“Deputy Leader, are you sure of this decision?” Asher wore a pained expression.

“What? Are you dissatisfied?” Eldric raised an eyebrow. “If you are not convinced, you may challenge me. You have the qualifications. If you defeat me, you will become the deputy leader.”

“You…” Asher was momentarily speechless. He was only an innate warrior who had attained his position due to his younger brother’s leadership. Challenging Eldric was akin to seeking death.

“Very well, Deputy Leader Eldric. I will remember today’s events, and I hope you won’t regret your actions!” Asher stated solemnly. “Furthermore, you can protect this kid for now, but you cannot protect him forever. When he steps onto the stage, he will suffer a miserable fate!”

“Onstage, I do not fear life or death, but offstage, no one should violate the rules,” Eldric replied, unwavering in his stance.

Taking a deep breath, Asher finally yielded to the prevailing sentiment. “Retreat, Shadow Triad!”

At his command, the three figures in black robes vanished into thin air, as if they had never appeared.

“Grandmaster Dustin, Elder Asher momentarily lost his composure, and on behalf of the Martial Alliance, I apologize to you,” Eldric turned to Dustin and respectfully greeted him with clasped fists.

His assistance to Dustin served dual purposes: it allowed him to establish his prestige while also presenting an opportunity for him to break free from Ronald Reeds’s suppression. Dustin’s appearance was an opportunity he could exploit.

“Deputy Leader Eldric, your words are unnecessary,” Dustin replied calmly. “Those youngsters were of no concern to me.”

“Of course,” Eldric said with a smile. “Master Dustin, it’s about time. Please proceed to the stage.”

“Very well,” Dustin nodded, then stepped onto the central stage of the martial arts arena, making his way toward it amidst the gaze of the onlookers.

As he passed through the crowd, they willingly parted to create a path for him.

At this moment, regardless of the reasons or the ultimate outcome, Dustin’s courage and determination earned the admiration of nearly every warrior present.

After all, he had done what no one else dared to do.

Chapter 1192: Arrival of the Martial Law Bureau

“Dustin, you’ve got to show your true self and make a name for yourself. Let the whole world see what it means to be unmatched and the best,” Serena whispered to herself, her lovely eyes filled with love and admiration.

A real man should wield a three-foot sword and achieve extraordinary feats. Even in the face of challenges and obstacles, he should move forward boldly without fear. That’s the essence of a true man.

Liam muttered with a grim expression, “Daring to challenge the martial arts leader, today is the day you’ll meet your end!” He hoped that Ronald Reeds would swiftly defeat Dustin once he stepped onto the stage.

“Hmph, sooner or later, you’ll get what’s coming to you. It’s just a matter of a few extra minutes,” Asher sneered with unkind eyes.

“Sir Dustin, please stay safe!” Aria clasped her hands together in prayer.

“This kid really dares to challenge the leader. Does he actually believe he can win?” Cameron frowned, his eyes filled with jealousy and resentment. He couldn’t understand why Dustin had become a martial arts master while they were the same age, and he hadn’t even broken through to the innate realm.

“Why? What’s his secret?”

Amidst the commotion, a group of individuals wearing distinct uniforms entered the martial arts arena. Their leader had a mustache and a sharp tongue, and behind him were various individuals with unique appearances, some ugly and some beautiful.

One thing was clear—they were all incredibly powerful.

“The Martial Law Bureau? They’re actually from the Martial Law Bureau!”

“Oh my goodness! Why is the Martial Law Bureau here? Has someone committed a serious crime?”

The crowd erupted in astonishment at the sight of the Martial Law Bureau. The Martial Law Bureau was an official organization in the Dragonmarsh, housing numerous experts and formidable individuals. Their main responsibility was to oversee martial artists worldwide and ensure that the use of force complied with the law.

Whether it was the Balermo Martial Alliance, the Glenstead Martial Alliance, or various sects, they all fell under the authority of the Martial Law Bureau.

In the martial arts world, the Martial Law Bureau represented the pinnacle of power. Any sect that dared to defy their orders would be swiftly suppressed, and their members could face execution on the spot.

“Hey! Isn’t that Lord Derek? What brings you here today?” Eldric greeted the mustached man with a warm smile.

“Eldric, I hope you don’t mind my unexpected visit,” Derek Mitchell, the mustached man, replied with a smile.

“Not at all, Lord Derek. It’s an honor to have you here,” Eldric responded respectfully. Regardless of his rank, the leader of the Martial Law Bureau held a high position, and even Ronald Reeds had to show him the utmost respect.

“Elder Eldric, I heard that you have a young master in Balermo who wants to challenge the martial arts leader. Is that true?” Derek inquired.

“It’s true,” Eldric confirmed. “Today, the Martial Arts League has gathered all the sects to witness this significant martial arts event.”

“Really? I’m quite curious then. Who is this person?” Derek asked, raising his eyebrows.

“He’s on the stage,” Eldric replied, gesturing toward the ring.

“Oh?”

Derek followed the gesture and glanced at the stage, his expression showing surprise. He then voiced his doubt, “This man… Why does he look so familiar?”




Chapter 1193: A Surprising Refusal

“Look familiar?” Eldric was intrigued. “Could it be that Lord Derek has met Grandmaster Dustin before?”

“Perhaps I made a mistake,” Derek replied, stroking his mustache. He thought for a moment but couldn’t recall any prior encounter.

Given his exceptional memory, it was rare for him to forget any outstanding martial artists. The fact that he couldn’t remember indicated that the two hadn’t crossed paths before.

“Lord Derek, you must be tired from your journey. Please take a seat and rest,” Eldric said, extending a hand in welcome.

“No need to worry. I want to meet this young master first,” Derek said without hesitation, proceeding straight to the ring.

Eldric frowned slightly at this, but he quickly regained his composure. The Martial Law Bureau’s formidable influence was largely due to its recruitment of talented martial artists. Regardless of their alignment, as long as they possessed strength, unique skills, and exceptional abilities, they were welcome to join. Derek’s interest in Dustin indicated a desire to recruit him, and there was little Eldric could do about it given the Martial Law Bureau’s dominance in the martial arts world.

“Young man, your courage is admirable, challenging the martial arts leader so openly,” Derek greeted Dustin with a smile.

“Martial Law Bureau?” Dustin, upon seeing Derek’s badge, quickly identified his affiliation.

“Young man, you have keen eyes. I am Derek, one of the top ten hall masters of the Martial Law Bureau,” Derek introduced himself.

“Lord Derek, I wonder what advice you have,” Dustin replied with a nod.

The Martial Law Bureau wielded authority across the martial arts world. To attain the rank of hall master, one needed remarkable strength, a profound background, and a willingness to employ resolute methods.

“Young man, you possess extraordinary talent and a bright future. Staying in this small place hardly does justice to your potential. Would you be interested in joining the Martial Law Bureau?” Derek offered directly.

His proposal caused a stir among the audience.

“We thought the Martial Law Bureau was here to apprehend martial artists who had violated rules, but it turns out they’re here to recruit talents.”

“Indeed, a young grandmaster like him being favored by the Martial Law Bureau is truly enviable.”

“Hmph, this kid is incredibly lucky to draw the attention of the Martial Law Bureau.”

The warriors in the crowd whispered, their comments filled with envy and jealousy. Joining the Martial Law Bureau was the dream of countless martial artists, symbolizing power and status. However, the division’s stringent selection criteria and challenging assessments made it a privilege reserved for only the most exceptional individuals.

True success in passing the examinations was an incredibly rare achievement.

Special recruits like Dustin were even rarer—exceedingly exceptional individuals.

“I appreciate Lord Derek’s offer, but I’m not interested in joining the Martial Law Bureau at this time,” Dustin declined firmly.

“Hmm?” Derek was momentarily taken aback by this unexpected refusal.

In all his years, no one had ever turned down the Martial Law Bureau’s invitation. Was it possible that this young man didn’t grasp the significance of the Martial Law Bureau?

“Young man, do you understand what the Martial Law Bureau represents?” Derek asked, raising his head proudly. “We oversee martial arts organizations worldwide, establish martial arts regulations, and hold superior authority over all martial artists. We do not hesitate to act preemptively, and we have the imperial authority to pass judgment. This is the Martial Law Bureau!”

The entire martial arts world lay under the Martial Law Bureau’s dominion, with no one daring to defy its orders.

“Of course, I’ve heard of the Martial Law Bureau’s illustrious reputation, but I am but a simple man who prefers not to be bound by constraints,” Dustin replied with a shake of his head.






Chapter 1194: An Unyielding Refusal


“Young man, if you decide to join the Martial Law Bureau, I can personally assure you that you’ll be enshrined!” Derek sweetened the deal even further.

In the Martial Law Bureau, being enshrined held a higher rank than that of Deputy Sheriffs. A two-level promotion in such a short time was a remarkable advancement.

“I appreciate the offer, but I’m still not interested,” Dustin declined once again.

Derek frowned at this persistent rejection. He believed he had offered enticing incentives, but the young man appeared to have little interest in the Martial Law Bureau’s prestige.

“Really? You don’t even want to be enshrined in the Martial Law Bureau? What’s going on in this young man’s mind?”

“It’s a great opportunity to be recognized by the Martial Law Bureau. This kid doesn’t seem to appreciate it. He’s just plain arrogant!”

“Hmph! Even as a young grandmaster, he seems as insignificant as a chicken when facing the Martial Law Bureau!”

Jealous and resentful comments began circulating among the onlookers.

For many martial artists, joining the Martial Law Bureau was the pinnacle of honor. Dustin’s repeated refusals came across as pure arrogance to them.

“Young man, this opportunity may not come knocking again. Are you absolutely certain about not reconsidering the offer to join the Martial Law Bureau?” Derek’s tone turned cold, and he grew visibly impatient.

He had given the young man a lot of respect, but these continued rejections were trying his patience.

“No, I came to the Martial Alliance today to challenge the leader of the Martial Arts Alliance. I have no interest in anything else,” Dustin replied calmly.

“Very well then! Everyone has their own path. I won’t pressure you,” Derek responded tersely before leaving the stage.

His expression soured, revealing a hint of anger.

“Lord Derek, please take a seat and enjoy some tea,” Eldric said, attempting to ease the tension. He led Derek and his group to a central seating area.

The attendees in this area were mostly leaders of various martial sects. At the very least, they were all half-step masters, and some were martial arts masters.

For example, there was Jan Crane, the patriarch of the Skycrane Sect, the abbot of the Temple of Boundless Compassion. They all held a grudge against Dustin since the Black Forest encounter and had come to witness his downfall. After his expected defeat, they planned to seize the opportunity to eliminate him once and for all.

“Eldric is correct. This Dustin refuses to heed discipline. If he were to enter the Martial Law Bureau, it would only bring trouble. It’s best to abandon the idea,” Asher chimed in.

“Hmph! I initially intended to give him a chance, but he proved to be utterly shameless. In that case, I won’t show any mercy. Let’s see whether he lives or dies today!” Derek’s expression turned cold and his eyes filled with malice.

The Martial Law Bureau was known for its ruthless methods. Any martial artist who defied their orders would be branded a prohibitive offender. The consequences could range from imprisonment to execution, depending on the severity of the violation.

Dustin’s behavior had already landed him on Derek’s blacklist.

“Elder Asher, everyone’s here. When will Chief Ronald come out?” Eldric decided to change the subject.

“Leader Ronald was in seclusion last night and needs to rest. Deputy Leader Eldric, if you can’t wait, you’re welcome to head back and rest,” Asher replied, his tone somewhat enigmatic.

“Hehe, I’m patient, but Lord Derek has a busy schedule. You wouldn’t want to make him wait forever, would you?” Eldric said with a grin.

Asher momentarily found himself in a tight spot, as he couldn’t afford to offend Derek due to his high status.

“No need to wait any longer. Alliance Leader Ronald has arrived,” Jan Crane suddenly announced, lifting his head to gaze in a specific direction.

Chapter 1195: The Challenge Begins

“Arrived?” Upon hearing this, several people immediately followed Jan Crane’s gaze.

They saw a white figure gracefully descending from the roof of the Martial Alliance headquarters. This figure moved with an ethereal lightness, like a feather drifting down in the wind.

“He’s here! Leader Ronald has arrived!”

The martial arts arena erupted with excitement as Ronald Reeds, the leader of the Martial Arts Alliance, finally made his appearance.

In the eyes of the spectators, Ronald Reeds, dressed in white, exuded an aura of mystery and nobility. He seemed like a celestial being descending from the heavens, with a presence that demanded respect.

There was no need for an imposing display or a show of force. Ronald Reeds’s mere presence inspired awe and reverence.

Asher was the first to stand up, saluting with his fists, and welcoming Ronald’s arrival. He was followed by numerous Martial Alliance disciples who rose to their feet and chanted in unison.

The collective voice was like a thunderous wave, echoing throughout the martial arts arena, refusing to subside for a long time.

All the warriors present were moved by this display of respect, and they, too, stood up to salute Ronald.

The leader of the Martial Arts Alliance, the most powerful martial artist in the southern region of Balermo, deserved such a grand welcome.

“This guy seems to have improved his strength again?” Eldric furrowed his brows, his gaze becoming more serious.

He had initially intended to use Dustin’s challenge to challenge Ronald’s authority, but now it appeared that the plan might not work.

It was evident that Ronald was only a half-step away from becoming a Grandmaster infinity level. In less than three months, he would likely achieve a successful breakthrough. Once that happened, he would ascend to a level where he was virtually unbeatable.

Eldric had been a step too slow in his calculations.

“Chief Ronald has made his appearance. We’re in for a great spectacle now!”

“The young master’s challenge to the leader of the Martial Arts Alliance is destined to go down in history.”

“If this had happened a couple of years later, it might have been a different story. But right now, the gap between them is just too vast.”

As they gazed upon Ronald’s graceful figure, the warriors couldn’t help but engage in hushed conversations.

Ronald’s power and status were deeply ingrained in the martial arts world, and his position was unassailable.

Though Dustin possessed immense strength, he was still leagues behind Ronald.

“Leader Ronald, it’s been a few years since we last met. I hope you’ve been well,” Derek stood up, clasping his fists in respect.

“Oh? I didn’t expect Lord Derek to be present. It’s a pleasure to see you,” Ronald responded with a nod and a smile.

“Chief Ronald, today, someone is willing to openly challenge your authority. You mustn’t go easy on him,” Jan Crane remarked with significance.

He had harbored a grudge against Dustin since the Black Forest battle when he lost an arm to him.

“Thank you, Grandmaster Jan, for your reminder. I’ll exercise my discretion,” Ronald replied calmly, his gaze shifting to Dustin on the stage. “Dustin, I admire your courage in issuing a challenge, but your actions are truly foolish. I’ll give you one last chance. Tap out now, I might consider not pursuing any further consequences.”

“Ronald, I’m not going to go easy on you. You’ve been hypocritical, corrupt, and don’t deserve to lead the Martial Arts Alliance! Today, I’m here to seek justice for the former leader, Paul Hill, for uncle Michael (Grandmaster Edmund Robinson), and for all the wrongs I’ve endured from you.” Dustin declared, lifting his head and speaking with unwavering determination.

“Today, justice will prevail in this life-and-death battle!”. His words sent shockwaves through the crowd, leaving everyone bewildered and intrigued.







Chapter 1196: Life-and-death battle?

The martial arts arena was abuzz with astonishment when Dustin boldly declared his intention to engage in a life-and-death battle with Ronald.

“What? A fight to the death? Is he out of his mind?”

“Did I hear correctly? He’s challenging Alliance Leader Ronald to a life-and-death duel?”

“He’s seriously overestimating himself! This is audacious beyond measure!”

“I would have admired his courage in a regular challenge, but a fight to the death? That’s pure recklessness!”

Dustin’s audacious proclamation left all the warriors in disbelief. Challenging the leader of the Martial Arts Alliance was already a daring feat, but now, demanding a fight to the death was seen as nothing short of foolhardy.

“Sir Dustin seems too impulsive. Why go to such extreme lengths?” Aria voiced her concerns.

It was common knowledge that in a life-and-death battle, there could be only one outcome – one of the participants would not leave the arena alive. There was no room for surrender.

Such duels were typically reserved for cases involving deep-seated, long-standing animosity between the involved parties.

“Why would he risk everything for fame and fortune?” Serena echoed her apprehensions.

Challenging the leader of the Martial Arts Alliance was already a noble undertaking, even in the face of potential defeat. There would be no shame in it, and no one would fault him for trying.

However, the situation had taken a drastic, life-threatening turn. Defeat meant losing his life.

“This guy is clearly inviting trouble!” Liam couldn’t help but wear a sly grin, tinged with schadenfreude.

“What a foolish move!” Cameron shook his head in disdain.

“These youngsters nowadays fail to grasp their own limitations. By insisting on a life-and-death duel with the martial arts leader, they’re essentially walking into the lion’s den,” Derek sneered.

Liam couldn’t resist a sly grin. “This guy is really asking for trouble.”

Cameron shook his head, exasperated. “Such a senseless move.”

Derek chimed in, his tone dripping with sarcasm. “Today’s youth, they just don’t get it. Marching into a life-and-death showdown with the martial arts leader is like walking straight into a lion’s den.”





Chapter 1197: The Life-and-Death Duel Commences

Under Ronald’s command, a life-and-death contract was presented. Without hesitation, both participants inked their signatures on the contract and pressed their fingerprints onto it.

In ordinary martial arts contests, outcomes often relied on fate, but there was an unspoken understanding that in non-feudal situations, the victor would usually show some leniency. However, this was no ordinary duel. With the life-and-death contract in effect, those merciful conventions were cast aside.

There would be no holding back, no room for retreat—only a battle to the death remained. There were no other alternatives: life or death.

“Dustin, this is the riskiest choice you’ve ever made,” Ronald declared.

As soon as the contract was sealed, Ronald’s entire demeanor underwent a transformation. His earlier grace and composure gave way to a sharp and tremendous power. His presence emitted an overwhelming pressure that permeated the arena.

In an instant, the spectators in the crowd felt their bodies burdened, as if an invisible weight rested on their shoulders, causing their breath to quicken. The less sturdy among them started to breathe heavily, sweat forming on their foreheads.

“What an incredible display of power from a grandmaster. Is this the true might of the Martial Arts Alliance’s leader?”

Their hearts quivered, and their reverence for Ronald deepened even further.

In a single moment, he could exude tranquility like a Bodhisattva (or bodhisatva is a person who is on the path towards bodhi or Buddhahood), and in the next, he could radiate the fury of a raging King Kong, wielding immense power. The grandeur of the Martial Arts Alliance’s leader and the might of Balermo’s top martial artist were now fully on display.

“Ronald, wrongdoers will face their destiny. Today, it’s your day of reckoning!” Dustin declared, taking a bold step forward.

The ground beneath him cracked, releasing a pressure equal to Ronald’s, and the two silently clashed.

Both emitted incredibly potent auras, and their collision formed a translucent barrier.

This barrier acted as an invisible boundary, dividing the arena into two domains: on the left, Dustin’s territory, and on the right, Ronald’s.

Even before direct combat had begun, they were locked in a silent showdown.

“Dustin, I must admit, you are indeed exceptionally strong. Finding a martial arts prodigy like you in all of Balermo, and perhaps the entire world, is exceedingly rare,” Ronald acknowledged as he advanced step by step. His aura continued to grow, resembling a bulldozer relentlessly encroaching on Dustin’s space. “Perhaps, if we waited another ten years—no, even just five—you might be fully prepared to face me. But for now, you are still too young.”

Rumble!

With Ronald’s approach, the translucent barrier began to shift forward, and the two auras clashed, resulting in sporadic bursts of energy. Although Dustin stood his ground, the aura surrounding him was gradually being compressed.

From an outsider’s perspective, Ronald had the upper hand.

“Even before they’ve actually fought, it seems like Dustin is already losing momentum. How can he possibly win?”

“We haven’t even started, and he’s already in this situation. Isn’t this too early to concede?”

“Youth is often marked by arrogance. Signing a life-and-death contract so lightly, it’s as if he’s sealing his own fate.”

“Hmph! People who overestimate themselves deserve their fate.”

The audience expressed a variety of emotions, including regret, pity, worry, disdain, and schadenfreude.

In their eyes, Dustin’s defeat seemed inevitable, and the only question remaining was how long he could hold out.

“Lord Derek, care to make a guess on how many moves Dustin can withstand against Leader Ronald?” Asher suddenly asked in the audience.

“It’s predictable. The outcome will be determined within ten moves,” Derek responded calmly.






Chapter 1198: Clash of the Titans

Even among the greatest masters, there are different levels of strength, and the gaps between these levels are like impassable chasms.

“Look at that boy, Derek has given him too much credit,” said Jan Crane with a grin, shaking his head. “It seems that Leader Ronald has reached new heights in his power after his retreat. I bet he can defeat Dustin in just three moves.”

“Is that so?” Derek raised an eyebrow, genuinely surprised. Ronald had already reached the peak of Grandmaster status several years ago. If he continued to improve, wouldn’t he be on the cusp of becoming a Martial Arts Master? In that case, the Martial Law Bureau would need to reassess his value.

“Dustin, you should never have challenged me. I gave you a chance back in the Black Forest, but it seems you’re determined to invite disaster upon yourself. Today, there’s no one who can save you!” Ronald continued to advance, his already formidable aura surging once again.

It was like a tidal wave, overwhelming everything in its path.

“Crack, crack, crack…”

Under the intense pressure, the energy surrounding Dustin began to fracture, resembling a giant piece of glass on the verge of shattering. The cracks spread rapidly, forming a complex web-like pattern.

“Buzz~!”

Behind Dustin, the Sky Sword concealed in its sheath began to vibrate intensely, emitting a low, eager hum. It seemed too eager to join the battle.

However, Dustin reached out and patted the sword’s hilt to calm its restlessness. It wasn’t time to unsheathe the sword just yet.

“Dustin! Your time has come!” Pushed to his limits, Ronald suddenly lunged forward, and with a “thud,” the energy barrier that Dustin had erected shattered into fragments.

“Prepare to meet your end!” Ronald seized the opportunity, advancing quickly and transforming into a white streak of light shooting straight upwards.

Wherever the white streak passed, the air was torn asunder, emitting thunderous roars, and carving deep grooves into the once-solid arena floor.

The incredible speed and pressure were like a missile with devastating firepower, capable of obliterating everything in its path.

“Well done!” Dustin’s eyes narrowed, refusing to be outdone. He too transformed into a stream of light and charged towards Ronald.

In that moment, neither side retreated or evaded; instead, they chose to confront each other head-on.

The two human projectiles finally collided after a brief sprint.

“Boom—!!”

There was an earth-shaking explosion, and the ground quaked violently. The entire martial arts arena began to tremble, and a colossal crater was blasted into the previously sturdy floor.

Numerous cracks radiated outward from the edges of the pit.

A massive wave-like shockwave emanated from the point of impact and swept in all directions. Wherever it passed, it sent sand and rocks flying, shrouding the surroundings in a cloud of dust and debris.

Spectators in the audience instinctively covered their ears, hunching over and channeling their inner strength to withstand the roaring hurricane. Even with their preparations, the violent airflow still caused their hair to stand on end, facial muscles to twitch, and bodies to stagger, making it impossible to maintain their balance.

When Dustin and Ronald collided, they carved a deep chasm into the entire circular arena.

Upon impact, their bodies were forcibly separated.

Under the immense force, Dustin was propelled backward over ten meters, his feet gouging deep furrows into the arena floor. It was as if he had plowed through the ground, leaving two deep trenches in his wake.

In contrast, Ronald seemed to float gently up and down, appearing unaffected by the encounter.

The difference in strength between the two was clear to everyone.






Chapter 1199: Unleashing Celestial Ascendant Immortal Fist

The arena fell into a tense silence as an air of anticipation hung heavily in the atmosphere. The warriors in the audience shivered, their backs tingling with fear. The aftermath of the earlier clash had been far too terrifying. If they hadn’t been prepared and moved out of the way in time, they might have suffered severe injuries on the spot. Even so, the lingering fear of the destructive power still sent shivers down their spines.

“Indeed, your strength has grown since our encounter in the Black Forest,” admitted Ronald, a faint smile on his lips. He seemed confident of victory. “But unfortunately, you’ll still die today.”

“Ronald, if you have any real skills, use them now, or else you’ll regret it later,” Dustin retorted coldly, standing tall with unwavering determination.

“Hmph! Don’t count your chickens before they hatch!” Ronald’s eyes narrowed, and his aura surged once more. His clothing remained unruffled by the wind, producing a faint rustling sound. “You want to see my true strength? Very well, today, I’ll make sure you meet your end convinced!”

With that declaration, his body trembled, and a golden light burst forth, forming a protective aura around him. This golden radiance enveloped his body like armor, elevating Ronald, who was already awe-inspiring, to an even greater level of majesty. He appeared like a god descending to the mortal realm, exuding disdain for all living beings.

The spectators in the audience felt their breath grow shallow, and the pressure bearing down on them intensified. Many individuals were overwhelmed and forced to retreat, seeking safety at a distance from the impending battle.

“Excellent! Leader Ronald is finally taking action!” Jan Crane couldn’t help but smile wickedly.

“I’ve heard rumors about Alliance Leader Ronald’s Celestial Ascendant Immortal Fist, but today, I finally have the chance to witness it firsthand,” Derek exclaimed, his spirits lifted.

“Hmph… This boy is arrogant enough to meet his end under Alliance Leader Ronald’s unique technique,” added Asher, with his cold gaze.

“Even with Celestial Ascendant Immortal Fist, Dustin is in grave danger now,” Eldric remarked, his expression serious.

Celestial Ascendant Immortal Fist was a legendary top-tier technique, rendering its practitioner invulnerable to weapons, fire, and water. They became as unstoppable as a god or a demon in their realm. However, due to its demanding cultivation requirements, no one had successfully mastered it for the past hundred years, except for Ronald. During his previous bid for martial arts alliance leadership, Ronald had used Celestial Ascendant Immortal Fist to secure victory. Moreover, he had reached the pinnacle of this unique skill, enhancing its power by over a hundred times.

“Leader Ronald’s Celestial Ascendant Immortal Fist is a martial legend like no other. Dustin is facing inevitable doom!” Liam sneered, a hint of schadenfreude in his tone.

“Hold on, Dustin!” Serena clutched her clothing nervously, her worry evident.

“It’s all over… Alliance Leader Ronald is no longer holding back. Sir Dustin is in grave danger,” Aria sighed, pity in her eyes.

“This boy is too foolish. If it were me, I would have fled long ago. Instead, he’s standing there like a sitting duck, awaiting his demise,” Cameron remarked, shaking his head as if observing a complete idiot.

Whispers filled the audience, and a palpable chill hung over the stage. As Ronald unleashed his unique skill, his aura reached its zenith. In the eyes of the warriors, Ronald was no longer merely powerful; he had become a godlike, invincible entity.

“Dustin, I admire your courage. In return, I’ll give it my all,” Ronald declared, taking a deep breath that seemed to draw in all the surrounding heavenly and earthly energies. In the next moment, golden light radiated from him, slowly gathering into a golden sword.

With the sword in hand, Ronald lightly pushed off the ground with his toes, and his entire body soared into the air.






Chapter 1200: The Fateful Clash

Ascending into the air, Ronald’s golden armor glittered brightly in the sunlight, capturing everyone’s attention.

“This sword is named Eternoxblade. I spent three years in isolation mastering this technique,” Ronald explained calmly. “It has never been revealed to outsiders until today. Consider it an honor that your life will end beneath my blade. Witness it!”

With those words, Ronald’s golden sword quivered, and his entire body transformed into a dazzling streak of golden light, descending like an unstoppable and invincible celestial river.

“What incredible speed! What terrifying swordsmanship!”

“My goodness! Is this divine retribution descending upon us? It’s absolutely terrifying!”

“Once this sword is unleashed, no one can withstand it. Even if the young master perishes, he shall be remembered with honor!”

Ronald’s astonishing sword technique stirred a frenzy among the spectators, filling the entire arena with awe and astonishment. The blinding golden light resembled the blazing sun, making resistance seem futile.

One swing of this sword appeared capable of ending it all—a force of unparalleled destruction!

As Ronald initiated his sword strike, Dustin sprang into action.

With a gentle tap, the black sword shrouded in cloth on his back was unsheathed in an instant. Simultaneously, Dustin produced two silver needles and thrust them into the back of his head.

In an instant, Dustin’s eyes turned bloodshot, and veins popped out on his face. An overwhelming surge of energy radiated from his body, akin to a towering mountain.

This was undoubtedly a secret technique of the Rhys family—breaking through realms with one’s own life force.

“Sky Sword!” Dustin declared, leaping into the air. He seized the Sky Sword mid-flight and transformed into a streak of black light, thrusting it towards the oncoming golden brilliance.

Ronald, shrouded in golden radiance like a deity, and Dustin, cloaked in black energy like a demon, were polar opposites. One ascended while the other descended, and they collided head-on with their most formidable attacks.

In an instant, the world seemed to change colors, and the earth shook.

“Boom!”

“Boom!”

“Boom!”

Following the blinding light, three thunderous crashes echoed, each louder than the last.

With the first explosion, Ronald’s golden sword shattered into fragments.

With the second, Ronald’s protective aura disintegrated.

And with the third, Ronald’s arm, the one that had held the sword, was severed, causing him to bleed profusely.

Dustin’s fusion of human and sword, empowered by an unstoppable force, pierced through Ronald’s offense and defense, severely injuring him in the process.

Everything happened in the blink of an eye.

The spectators in the audience could scarcely keep up. After the collision of the two light beams, the black light penetrated the golden light and soared into the sky, creating a violent disturbance as the earth quivered and the mountains trembled. Ronaldous roars and surging waves followed.

Everyone had to cover their ears and shut their eyes, enduring the aftermath of the cataclysmic explosion.

When the dust settled, Dustin stood silently at the edge of the arena, the black sword in his hand stained with blood.

Ronald, on the other hand, appeared battered and shocked. His body was riddled with wounds, and most notably, his severed arm and shoulder bled profusely.

He looked defeated and humiliated.