An Understated Dominance by Marina Vittori Chapter 1261
“What?” Seeing Tyler severely wounded on the ground, the Grants were stunned. It was as if they had been struck by lightning.
They had thought that with Wildemor, Tyler could reverse the situation and win. Who’d have thought all it took was one punch from Dustin to defeat Tyler? And Tyler was so terribly defeated!
Dustin had destroyed the sword with just a single punch and heavily wounded Tyler. The latter had been entirely crushed! “Oh no. No way… We’re done for now!”
Tyler’s legs gave way, and he slumped to the ground lifelessly. Despair could be seen on the faces of the Grants as they lost all hope. They had thought too highly of Tyler and underestimated Dustin. The two were of entirely different levels.
The genius they took so much pride in was nothing compared to Dustin, the Kirin. Even when he had given his all and fought to the death, it was only a futile attempt.
“Is this all you’ve got? You can’t even go up against Adam Spanner if this is all you can do. How dare you challenge me with these little tricks of yours?” Dustin looked at Tyler in contempt.
“Hey, you’ve crossed a line there, Rhys. Adam, who had been watching everything with a smile, immediately pouted. He said with dissatisfaction, “Fight your own fights. Why are you dragging me into this? Do I not have an image?
“Besides, my strength is in my brains, unlike you brutes. All you do is jump into fights and go around killing people.
“What if I’m slightly lacking in strength? I still win my wars, and-”
“Shut up!” Scarlet admonished when she saw how Adam was ranting with no intention of stopping. She pulled out her sword and told him, “Keep up your rambling, and I’ll cut your tongue off!”
Adam shut his mouth and pursed his lips. He dared not let out another squeak. He could reason with Dustin, but there was no reasoning with this sister of his. One wrong move from him, and she’d beat him up. And no one could stop her.
“Still as violent as ever,” Austin murmured under his breath.
“What?” Scarlet heard what he said and shot him a sharp gaze. Alarmed, Austin kept silent and looked away like he had said nothing.
“You’re defeated, Tyler.”
Standing in the middle of the field, Dustin looked down at Tyler, unfazed. Tyler coughed violently, spitting out blood. He looked like he was barely holding on, as if his life was hanging by a thread. Pure terror replaced the fierceness and madness on his face.
“No No way… How could you be so strong? You haven’t been training for a decade! How could you still defeat me?”
Tyler shook his head repeatedly, still in . denial. Dustin had been an unparalleled genius ten years ago. But ever since the incident in Oakvale, he had mysteriously disappeared.
All these years, he had no guidance from distinguished mentors nor received any training from the Prince of Theswe. Logically speaking, he should not have made any progress. It was only to be expected if his skills had gone to waste.
Tyler could not understand why, after being away from the Prince of Theswe for such a long time, it seemed like Dustin had progressed even faster.
So much so that all it took was one punch from him to defeat Tyer, who had spent many years in laborious training. Could there be such a huge gap between geniuses?
“Who told you that I’ve wasted a decade without training?”
Dustin informed him frostily, “I only went into hiding. It’s not like I was dead. What makes you think that I haven’t progressed?”
He had a deep desire for revenge within him for a decade, which continually spurred him on the whole time. He had never once slacked off.
To uncover the truth of what had happened back then, he had diligently trained himself, constantly pushing himself harder and harder where no one saw him. He was the only one who knew what sort of bitterness and hardship he’d been through.
Once he set out on the path of martial arts, there was no way to remain stagnant. If he didn’t progress, then he was regressing.
And there was no quick and easy way to success. Even those with exceptional *talent had to labor and put in effort, sweat, and blood.
“How? How could this be? This should not have happened… I should not have lost. “I’m Tyler Grant, best of the top ten highest achieving youths in Balerno! I’m General Lionheart, a rare talent!
“How could I have lost? How could I possibly have lost?”
Tyler mumbled incessantly, appearing to have lost his senses. The life in his eyes seemed to have disappeared.
Throughout his life, he had succeeded in everything he did. He had never experienced failure and had always come in first in everything.
