An Understated Dominance (Maria Vittori) novel Chapter 633

The audible thud when Terry fell to the ground silenced everyone, effectively cutting off all laughter and cheers.

The crowd shared dismayed looks, unable to comprehend what just happened.

What was going on? Didn't Terry win? Why did he spit out blood? Had it merely been a narrow win?

Just as everyone was stuck in disbelief, a silhouette slowly walked out of the ruined arena. Even the dust in the air seemed to disperse and create a path for him.

When the person reached the top of the platform, the audience could finally see Dustin's handsome face.

Dustin stood proudly with his hands in his pocket as he studied his unconscious opponent calmly.

Meanwhile, everyone's jaw dropped. They thought that Terry had been the one who won, but things have completely changed. Terry was lying on the ground, injured. While Dustin was completely unscathed. It was obvious who the winner was.

"N—no way! Terry Doyle lost?"

"Holy smokes! Balerno's martial art genius and the thirteenth person on The Heavenly Immortals lost to a nobody?"

"Who the hell is that guy? How was he able to injure Mr. Terry? That's insane!"

There was an uproar as everyone stared at Dustin like he was a monster. Although it was hard for them to come to terms with the fact that Terry had lost, what they saw wasn't a lie. Terry had been completely destroyed!

"H—he won? Our leader won?" After getting over the shock, Nelson leaped up and began hugging his men. From now on, their gang was going to become more powerful than ever!

"Sis, he won! Dustin won!" Ruth cheered excitedly.

"Of course, he did. There's no way my man would lose." Natasha's shock turned to pride, and she lifted her head haughtily. All she hoped for was for Dustin to come back to her safely, but she never imagined he would give her such a big surprise.

"I knew there was more to that guy." Hector smiled, relieved. Although he was sure that Dustin came prepared, it was still difficult to defeat Terry.

"I—impossible! How did my son lose?" Phil was devastated. He spun around and looked at Paul. "Sir Paul, didn't you say that my son had a ninety percent chance of winning? How did things come to this?"