An Understated Dominance (Maria Vittori) novel Chapter 812

Alan attacked straight on while Lexi supported him from the side. They worked in perfect unison, each move aiming to kill.

In a match between experts, the outcome was never certain. Hence, they needed to gain the upper hand.

Dustin remained impassive and focused on dodging the oncoming attacks from both sides.

His focus was on Torres. The cold and murderous intent radiating from him was impossible to ignore.

For an assassin to be ranked among the top ten Heavenly Immortals proved that he was far from normal.

Though he appeared weak and sickly, that was a front to deceive his enemies. He would strike mercilessly once there was an opportunity, making even grandmasters wary.

Alan's broadsword slashed wildly in the arena, making loud whooshing sounds.

Attacks came relentlessly at Dustin from both sides. Their movements disturbed the water around them so much that the fishes leaped up in alarm.

Dustin moved swiftly, dodging left and right to escape their attacks. But in the eyes of the crowd, it looked like he was being chased around.

"Get him! Kill him!"

Devon clenched his fists, fixing his gaze on Dustin. The more danger Dustin was in, the more excited he was.

"Hah! He can't even handle two of them. How dare he challenge the three of them to attack together? He doesn't know where he stands!" Jared laughed mirthlessly.

There were few people who were yet grandmasters and could hold up against the joint attack of two Heavenly Immortals.

To the crowd, it looked like Dustin was already cowering and fleeing in panic when the match had just started.

"Azalea, Dustin wouldn't lose, would he?" Abigail watched the match, looking anxious.

"Don't worry. It's too early to know who'll end up the last man standing." Azalea twirled her hair with her finger, smiling.

"He has pretty impressive footwork. I wonder how long he'll last." Ronald watched on keenly, his expression grave.

It was one thing to be scared and run away from the match. But worse, he was spreading foolish lies and ruining their spirits. That was an act that deserved to be punished.

"I'm speaking the truth, Sir Melling! That person's strength is immeasurable; I wouldn't be surprised if he has already reached the level of a grandmaster! We shouldn't underestimate him!" Joel said seriously.

"The level of a grandmaster? Haha!" Conrad chuckled.

"Young man, you're sounding more and more outrageous with each passing second! There are only a few who have reached the level of grandmaster in the whole of Balerno! And I've never heard of a grandmaster as young as him!"

"Sir Melling—"

"That's enough!"

Joel wanted to continue speaking, but Brutus cut him off curtly. "Joel, you should rest up if you're feeling unwell. Stop embarrassing us!"

"Joel, that rascal is almost losing it. Why are you still praising the enemy and putting our side down? What's the point?" Daniel frowned.