“Y-You-” Ruby’s face turned bright red, angered by Laurel and Willow’s words. Just as she was about to respond, there was a soft thud. Miles, who had just regained consciousness, collapsed on the ground again.
Ruby was startled and shouted, “Miles! “She quickly squatted down and administered medicine, massaging pressure points in a rush.
Dustin looked at Miles. Then, he casually flicked his fingers and inserted a silver needle into Miles’ body. The mystical pure energy carried by the needle swiftly penetrated Miles’ limbs and body, clearing his circulatory pathways.
After a few seconds, Miles finally opened his eyes again. Though weak, he seemed to be fine.
“I didn’t expect Mr. Rhys to be a skilled doctor. I’m impressed!” Dalen exclaimed with surprise.
It was not easy to accurately hit pressure points to save a person, even though injuring someone with a flying needle wasn’t difficult.
Dustin casually mentioned, “It’s just a small trick, not worth mentioning.”
“Thank you, Mr. Rhys, for lending a hand,” Crystal said politely.
Even if there was a disagreement with Ruby, and Dustin stepped in to help, it clearly showed he was a good man.
“Crystal, why are you thanking him? They’re the ones who made Miles cough up blood. Being lenient with them is already generous!” Ruby expressed her displeasure.
She didn’t find Dustin’s medical skills impressive. To her, it was just some underhanded tactics.
“Ruby, show some respect!” Crystal scolded.
Ruby started the argument initially. But after dealing with the consequences, responding rudely seemed a bit too much.
“Hmph!” Ruby glared at Dustin, but she decided not to say anything.
Meanwhile, the onlookers continued their quiet gossip. Many of them desired to bring honor to the nation and face the challenge, but their lack of strength would only lead to trouble.
Attempting the challenge not only risked embarrassing themselves but also bringing shame to their sects and factions.
Quincy scanned the surroundings and asked, “Anyone else want to give it a try?”
The Sacred Wrym Summit, filled with hundreds of martial artists, provided a stage for potential challengers. Surely, there were skilled individuals among them.
Quincy pondered if he had to intervene personally, considering that even if he won, it wouldn’t be honorable.
“I…” Crystal hesitated, about to step forward to challenge.
However, a loud voice interrupted, “Let me give it a try!”
All eyes turned to a confident young man in white, tall and muscular, confidently walking with a silver spear. The crowd even made way for him.
“Elder Douglas! I’m Vincent Lenim, and I’ve come to challenge that brat!” Vincent planted the spear on the ground, steadied himself, and nodded respectfully to Quincy.
“What? He’s Vincent Lenim, the Spearhawk from the Celestial Alliance?”
Gasps echoed through the crowd.
“Wait, who’s Vincent Lenim? Is he powerful?”
“Oh, definitely! Vincent is one of the top three among the younger Celestial Alliance members. His spear technique is unparalleled, earning him the nickname Spearhawk!”
“Not just that, Vincent is almost halfway to becoming a grandmaster, and his cultivation is so deep that he could break through anytime!”
“Wow, he’s halfway to becoming a grandmaster at such a young age. He’s bound to become the best in martial arts with time!”
“That’s awesome! With Vincent on our side, we’re sure to win!”
“Brat! Get ready to meet your end!”
