When everyone could see what was happening, Marco had already appeared behind Dustin. Plus, the former was slowly sheathing his Demon sword.
To Marco, the slash just now was enough to eliminate Dustin. There was no need to strike for the second time.
This was how confident he was with his ability and his sword.
“What happened? Did it end already?” Seeing the furious Marco standing straight there, everyone exchanged confused glances.
Everything happened way too fast just now. From Marco leaping into the air and drawing his sword to sheathing his sword, it happened in the blink of an eye, Before the crowd could react, the battle had ended.
“That’s the rumored Jump Force, alright. He’s way too quick!”
“That guy isn’t dead, right? I don’t see him moving!”
“I heard the corpse can still continue to move even if the head is cut off, provided that the sword reaches its peak speed.”
“Looks like he’s dead. They should get ready to bury the corpse.”
The crowd whispered among themselves. Some onlookers had directly pronounced that Dustin was dead. They were sure that Marco’s lightning-fast strike had already claimed his life.
“Crystal, did you manage to see if he’s dead?” Ruby furrowed her eyebrows tightly seeing the two people frozen there. She felt extremely anxious.
At that moment, she didn’t know if she should feel happy or worried.
If Dustin was dead, she could get a sword from the Renowned Treasure List. However, Dragonmarsh’s martial artists would be called the eastern scoundrels and be laughed at by the Kimbokurats.
“I didn’t see properly. Marco was too fast.” Ruby shook her head, her expression becoming serious.
Jump Force was way too scary. A person would feel hopeless just by the first strike.
“There’s no need to look anymore. That guy is dead meat. Nobody here can defend against the brat’s sword-cut technique except for Elder Douglas.
“Look closely. The brat has already kept his sword. This means that the battle has ended. Mr. Shade, it seems like your prediction was wrong.” Miles shook his head.
Unwilling to give up, Dalen narrowed his eyes and observed the battlefield. A hint of nervousness appeared on his handsome face.
After seeing how fast Marco’s sword was just now, he started to wonder if he had predicted wrongly.
Under everyone’s gaze, Marco kept his sword and slowly turned around. Then, he lifted his hand and tapped the air while facing Dustin’s back.
“Fall!” A surge of internal energy burst forward and transformed into a powerful gust of wind that blew onto Dustin’s body.
However, the gruesome dismembered scene Marco expected didn’t appear.
Marco continued to stand there motionlessly. The strong gust of wind had only stirred his hair and clothes.
“What?” Marco furrowed his eyebrows and tapped the air. “Fall!”
This time, he used more internal energy to create an even stronger gust of wind.1
However, the result was the same as just now. Dustin continued to stand there unaffected by the wind.
The crowd exchanged confused glances, not knowing what was going on.
“Fall! Fall! Fall!” Marco felt shameful when faced with everyone’s suspicion. Thus, he started to tap the air furiously.
Wave after wave of powerful wind surged out and hit Dustin’s back. However, the effect that Marco wanted didn’t appear.
“Fuck you!” Finally, Dustin couldn’t stand it anymore. He swung a tree branch toward Marco’s face, rendering the latter dazed.
