If word got out, everyone would be stunned.
“Awesome! That was a great fight!” Sophia squealed in delight. Her eyes lit up as she realized not only was Dustin handsome, but he was also incredibly powerful.
He had a bright future awaiting him. Sophia had to seize her chance and do whatever she could to make him fall in love with her, even if it meant breaking her engagement with Jackson.
“Fuck! He’s at it again!” Garrett snarled, wariness evident in his eyes although he wore a surly expression.
The chances of him getting his revenge were becoming slimmer once Dustin showcased how strong he really was.
At this point, he had given up on the idea of revenge. He just hoped that Dustin wouldn’t come after him.
“And he said he was going to let me strike him thrice first before he made a move. But he can’t even endure a single blow. Well, it seems like the leader of Frostwing Sect isn’t exactly that great either,” Dustin said nonchalantly.
There was a hint of sarcasm in his tone.
The elites of Frostwing Sect were infuriated. Though their faces were scrunched up in anger, they didn’t dare to utter a single word. They were well aware that they wouldn’t stand a chance against Dustin when even their leader had been defeated.
Now, Damien was their only hope. It was possible for him to beat Dustin since he was the top elite in the southwest.
“Master Howler, this brat has gone too far! You have to teach him a lesson to save us from embarrassment!”
“Exactly, Master Howler. His victory was pure luck since he caught Mr. Forge off guard. I’m positive you’ll win once you face off against him!”
“Master Howler, please do us justice!”
All the disciples begged Damien earnestly, trying to ask for his help.
Damien felt it would be tough for him to get out of this situation as he met their hopeful gazes. After all, he wasn’t confident that he would win because he couldn’t exactly tell how strong Dustin was.
If he was unexpectedly defeated, his reputation would be instantly ruined. He would no longer be the ace of the southwest.
Nonetheless, people would point fingers at him if he didn’t do anything when everyone had their attention on him.
Suddenly, he felt at a loss.
“Master Howler, there’s no need to make things difficult for both parties since you weren’t particularly involved in our matters. Why don’t you follow my suggestion earlier, where you can just take half of it?”
Grace attempted to smooth things over when she sensed that it was the right timing to do so.
She could tell that Damien wanted a way out. If she offered him one, they could’ve possibly avoided causing a scene and resulting in less trouble.
“Hmph! Do you still think it’s possible to negotiate with us when you’ve hurt one of us?” one of the guardians of the Drakes Dominion Order chided.
Although Dustin was unexpectedly powerful, he was certain that Damien would win.
“Shut it! You don’t have a say in this,” Damien snapped as he turned back and glared at him.
Quickly, he spun around and smiled at Grace again.
“You’re right. I figure it’d be better for us to prosper together rather than fight to our deaths. So, I agree to your conditions.”
“Master Howler, you are indeed a sensible man. I respect you for that,” Grace replied politely, nodding at him.
“Master Howler, are you really going to negotiate with them?” The same guardian from the Drakes Dominion Order complained.
“Or what? Are you capable enough to fight their grandmaster martial artist?
“Damien retorted defiantly.
“I-” The guardian was silenced.
“That man isn’t to be underestimated. Even if I can win, I’ll probably suffer from a few injuries. It’s dangerous here, and monsters are lurking.
“If I was injured, can you guys handle the situation if we’re in danger? In the end, you’ll still have to rely on me,” Damien said, huffing righteously.
“You’re right, Master Howler. I wasn’t thinking straight,” the guardian replied, not daring to say another word.
He would be doomed if he were to disobey and humiliate Damien again.
“Leave half of the Soul Elixir and jewelry, then you may go, ” Damien remarked as he waved indifferently when in fact, he silently heaved a sigh of relief.
Fortunately, they gave him an out. He was positive that things were going to end badly if he had fought. That brat was truly formidable.
