Flint nodded. “Victory or defeat is never decided on the board. It’s decided outside the game. I gave the Shadow Blade the
mission to stall Ashton for half an hour. That’s all. Ashton won’t make it to this duel.
“The labels of coward and deserter will follow him for the rest of his life. He’ll never be able to wash them off. Perhaps his cultivation resolve will shatter altogether. He will never be able to progress in his martial arts cultivation again.”
Irina felt a chill run through her heart. Flint had gone for the jugular, even without killing Ashton. This was what made him terrifying.
An image of Ashton’s arrogant, defiant figure flashed through Irina’s mind. She shook her head in faint regret.
If there was anyone to blame, it was Ashton himself. He had chosen the wrong enemy.
“Eunice! Hurry up and place your bet! If you wait any longer, it’ll be too late! I’ve already liquidated everything I own and gone all in!” Damian couldn’t resist guffawing.
“Ashton’s just a piece of trash. The only value his existence provides is giving me the chance to make a huge profit off him! Hahahaha!”
He couldn’t be happier. Not only would he witness Ashton disgraced and humiliated, but he would also make a fortune.
No one would dare call him a useless degenerate scion ever again!
Eunice shot Damian a disgusted look, unease creeping into her heart. Did Ashton seriously run away to avoid the fight?
If Ashton were a deserter, then he could never be her beloved Grim Reaper.
On the Dominion Vanguard’s side, smiles were everywhere. It was as if they had already won the bet.
All they had to do now was wait. Once the scheduled time for the match arrived, the northern frontier, which they had long desired, would fall into their hands.
The Dominion Vanguard would be trampling the Legion underfoot to forge a glorious name for themselves. The long rivalry between the two organizations would end in an absolute victory for them!
“Looks like there’s no need to continue this duel.” Maxwell smiled faintly, as though everything were unfolding exactly as
planned.
He never fought battles he couldn’t win. The moment he agreed to Clay’s duel to the death with Ashton, the outcome had already been sealed.
Losing was never in his cards–not then, not now, and not ever.
Maxwell glanced toward Lawrence, who was still pretending to panic, and shook his head, “There’s no place for old fogeys like him in today’s society. A new era will begin today.”
“I guess my reputation alone was enough to scare Ashton away. Ashton isn’t even worthy of being my opponent,” Clay said arrogantly, shaking his head in mock disappointment.
His eyes were shining with triumphant excitement. He couldn’t wait to be announced as the victor!
“Leona! See this? Ashton’s nothing!” Clay laughed, his gaze burning with possessive desire.
If he won the northern frontier for the Dominion Vanguard today and seized the Legion’s commission, he would become the undisputed hero of the Dominion Vanguard. Then, he would ask Maxwell to let him marry Leona, the woman who had the Wyvernborne lineage.
Just the thought of being able to have such an unrivaled beauty in his arms filled him with great exhilaration.
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The future was his for the taking!
Leona pursed her lips and said nothing. The Dominion Vanguard was swept up in ecstasy now. They couldn’t maintain their objectivity to see the bigger picture, but she’d already noticed something unusual.
Even in this situation, there were still large bets being placed on Ashton’s victory–hefty sums all at the highest odds. Clearly, someone was manipulating the betting pool.
Was it possible that someone was turning every single person in the Dominion Vanguard into a cash cow?
Leona couldn’t help but shudder. The more she dwelled on the situation, the more she sensed that something was up. This was all too strange.
She immediately used her own money to bet on Ashton winning. He felt profoundly different to her. She was willing to bet on
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