“What the hell? The brat may be despicable, but Dustin shouldn’t underestimate him either! What the hell is he thinking?”
“He might not even win with a weapon. Fighting without a weapon is just foolish!”
The crowd exchanged remarks among themselves. No one expected Dustin to utter such arrogant words even after two consecutive defeats.
“Is this bastard crazy? Fighting with bare hands against Marco is just like suicide!” Miles was both surprised and puzzled.
“Hmph! He must be trying to find an excuse when he loses. This is his way of escaping the situation. He knows he can’t defeat the brat and will use his lack of a weapon as an excuse for losing.
“I’ve seen through his petty tricks!”
Ruby spoke as if she had figured out Dustin’s clever plan.
“Is that so?” Realization hit Miles.
It was a cunning move from Dustin. Despite knowing he would be defeated, he still insisted on basking in the limelight. His shameless tricks seemed to know no bounds.
“Dragonmarshian, if you don’t use a weapon, I won’t accept your challenge since it’s unfair that way,” Marco said seriously.
He believed a warrior should achieve victory with honor and fairness to leave no room for doubt. Otherwise, setting up a duel at the foot of Sacred Wrym Summit would lose its meaning.
“Brat, you should treat this battle seriously. Utilize any weapon at your disposal!” Quincy advised.
A flying needle could only be considered a concealed weapon. In a direct confrontation, it was still necessary to wield a conventional weapon like a sword, spear, staff, or something similar.
“Fine, then I’ll choose a weapon right now.” Dustin nodded and glanced around. Soon, he found his target.
He walked up to a large tree and snapped off a sturdy branch. Waving it lightly, he nodded contently. “Here, this shall be my weapon.”
The corner of Quincy’s lips twitched. For a moment, he was at a loss for words.
Everyone else was similarly dumbfounded. After they witnessed Dustin wielding a tree branch as a weapon, silence engulfed the scene.
They never expected Dustin to choose a weapon like that. Was this a joke?
Opting for an ordinary tree branch against the famous Demon sword from Kimboku was no different from fighting barehanded.
It was not only a reckless choice, but it also carried an additional layer of humiliation compared to fighting barehanded.
“Look! Just look at that! I told you that everything he does is just to gain attention. He never thought about winning!” Ruby was extremely frustrated.
“What a clown.” Miles shook his head continuously.
Even Crystal was frowning, though she remained silent. She wondered how Dustin was so confident since his actions meant he didn’t take Marco seriously.
“You insolent bastard! You will pay for your actions!” the butler roared.
It was just too much! How dare a lowly Dragonmarshian look down on the noble Kimbokuans? He must be seeking death!
“Dragonmarshian, what do you mean by this?” Marco frowned, his expression growing hostile.
“This is more than enough against you, “Dustin said as he waved the branch.
“Is this an insult?” Marco’s expression was dark. 11
“What do you think?” Dustin responded nonchalantly. “You challenged Dragonmarsh’s martial artists in public and expect me to be polite?”
“Dragonmarshian, you’ve achieved your aim of angering me. Now, prepare to die!” Marco said through clenched teeth, making a move without hesitation.
