There was a loud whoosh as a larger and quicker energy bullet blasted in the direction of Dustin’s chest. Dustin kept his feet firmly planted on the ground and leaned backward, his back arched. The energy bullet flew over his face and slammed into the same tree. He pushed himself off the ground with one hand and stood back up, unharmed.
Terry frowned. He had thought he’d be able to end this battle easily, yet Dustin had surprised him by dodging his attacks twice. “If this is all you’ve got, then I have to say, I’m disappointed,” Dustin said nonchalantly..
Hearing this, Terry’s expression hardened in anger. No one has ever treated him with such disrespect and condescension. “No way. He’s looking down on Terry Doyle?”
“He managed to dodge those two attacks thanks to luck. And Mr. Terry went easy on him, or he would be dead by now!”
“Mr. Terry, don’t go easy on him!”
The audience shouted in indignation. “I was going to let you live, but it seems like that’s unnecessary now.” Terry put one foot in front of the other before springing toward Dustin.
The true energy that burst forth was enough to easily kill those weaker than him without having
to touch them. However, there was a flaw in this move. If a person’s opponent is on the same level as them, the attack’s effects were greatly reduced. And since it was impossible to change the trajectory of the blow, their opponents could easily predict their moves and jump out of the way.
Therefore, a battle between Divine-level martial artists meant that fighters must use their bodies to defeat their opponents. In these cases, factors like weapons, skills, and true energy were pivotal
to one’s success.
“You’re dead meat!” As soon as Terry got closer to Dustin, he gathered his true energy and threw out a punch. There was a thunderous boom as the air around them started flowing, and a vortex of true energy enveloped Terry’s fist.
The terrifying pressure caused the audience to shudder as they struggled to breathe.
“What a powerful strike!”
“Now that Terry is getting serious, that guy’s doomed for sure!”
“No way! Is that guy going to take Terry Doyle’s attack just like that?”
Just as Terry’s fist was about to land, Dustin finally made a move. Under the crowd’s disbelieving gazes, he stood his ground and threw a punch against Terry’s fist.
“Ignorant fool!” Maggie smirked, pleased.
“He might still have a chance if he ducks, but if he’s going to face the attack head-on, then he’s at dead man.” Claudia shook her head, sure that the winner was Terry.
“Let’s see what happens to you now!” Gordon and his friends gloated and eagerly waited for Dustin to be blown away.
“Mr. Harmon, I’m afraid your guy is doomed.” Phil sniggered.
Hector seemed unbothered by Phil’s words. However, Natasha had gone as white as a sheet. Her fists were tightly clenched as her eyes remained glued to the ring. Would Dustin be able to withstand Terry’s attack at full force?
Finally, the two fists collided with each other. There was an ear-splitting bang as the entire place began to shake. A blast of true energy burst out and spread throughout the place, whipping up shrill winds.
After the onslaught, Dustin seemed completely unscathed, while Terry staggered backward, nearly falling off the stage, shocking everyone.
