“Jackson, you’re mine.” At the same time, Bran drew his sword, blocking Jackson’s path. They were equally skilled and would be evenly matched in battle.
Despite Jackson’s desire to intervene, he lacked the strength to confront the united might of the two major sects.
He could only stand by helplessly as the disciples of the Drakes Dominion Order launched their assault on Dustin. Just when it seemed like Dustin was at a disadvantage, something unexpected happened.
Two distinct, crisp slapping sounds echoed through the air. The disciples who had approached Dustin were sent flying with just a single slap each. They landed heavily, struggling to rise to their feet.
The entire sequence unfolded so quickly that no one had a chance to react.
“What?” Jackson was stunned, showing a look of astonishment.
The disciples of the Drakes Dominion Order were considered the elite. They weren’t supposed to be defeated by any ordinary martial artist.
Since Dustin had subdued the two disciples with just two moves, it indicated that he had already achieved divinity. Even within the major sects, he would be deemed an outstanding disciple.
“What? How is this possible?”
Bran, Yonah, and the others mirrored Jackson’s stunned reaction. They had assumed Dustin was an insignificant man that could be easily dealt with.
However, it turned out that Dustin had some skills, effortlessly defeating two elite disciples from the Drakes Dominion Order on his first encounter.
It was truly unexpected.
“Brat! I have to admit, you have skills. No wonder you’re so arrogant. But unfortunately, you’ve messed with the wrong person today!”
Yonah slowly took off his coat, his arrogance evident. “I only intended to teach you a lesson, but you seem ungrateful. You’ve even injured two of my juniors. Today, you must pay the price with your blood!”
“I’d advise against attacking,” Dustin said impassively.
“Why? Are you scared now? It’s already too late!” Yonah sneered.
“You only have two options. Either you break your legs and apologize to my juniors, or I’ll personally tear you apart!
“Scared?” Dustin laughed. “You’re right. I’m truly scared that I might end up accidentally killing you.”
The crowd erupted into a frenzy with his words. Nobody had anticipated Dustin’s audacity, as he seemed to dismiss Yonah entirely.
Yonah was a prodigy of the Drakes Dominion Order and a prominent figure within the sect. His skills sat at the advanced stages of a divine-level martial artist, far surpassing the capabilities of the two elite disciples from earlier.
Anyone who dared challenge such a formidable opponent would be seeking their own death.
“You insolent fool! You truly have a death wish!”
Enraged, Yonah swiftly unsheathed his sword, launching a fierce assault against Dustin.
Yonah displayed remarkable speed. Moving like the wind, he appeared in front of Dustin in the blink of an eye.
The sword in his hand emitted a sharp sword aura, destroying the vegetation in its path. For a moment, dust and debris flew everywhere, displaying an astonishing momentum.
“Dustin, be careful!” Jackson’s expression shifted as he warned Dustin.
Just when everyone thought that Yonah’s lethal strike would land, Dustin made a sudden move. Instead of dodging, he simply extended two fingers and clamped down on Yonah’s blade.
The once formidable sword was instantly immobilized, frozen in place.
The onlookers were left in sheer disbelief.
