“So what if I am? And what if I push even further?” Dustin’s smile slowly faded. “If you don’t like it, do something about it.”

There was no reasoning with tyrants like Warrick.

“Punk, are you really willing to risk your life against me? Have you ever considered what happens if you lose?” Warrick’s face turned grim as a wave of killing intent spread from him.

He had already taken a step back to avoid unnecessary trouble. If Dustin refused to back down, there was no choice but to fight.

“Cut the crap. You wanna fight, fight.”

Dustin didn’t bother with more words.

With a flick of his wrist, a silver needle shot out and aimed toward Warrick’s forehead-silent, unassuming, but deadly.

“Hmm?”

Warrick’s brow furrowed as he instinctively raised his arm. Sparks flew as the needle deflected off his arm and buried into the ground.

“Oh? You’ve mastered the Adamantine Body Technique?” Dustin narrowed his eyes.

At that instant, he saw through Warrick’s technique. Not only was he halfway to becoming an ultimate grandmaster, but his physical strength was on another level.

Dustin’s probing attack earlier hadn’t even scratched Warrick.

Then again, it made sense that a man who had survived countless battles and climbed to such a high rank wouldn’t be weak.

he wouldn’t have escaped from the castle a few days

was going to spare you, but since you don’t know what’s good for you, go to hell.”

his foot, he launched forward like

speed.” Mulder, who was slumped on the ground nearby, couldn’t hide

his eyes couldn’t keep up. All he

general of Warrick’s caliber wasn’t

Warrick roared and lunged

head. The attack looked simple, but the force behind it

head-on. Instead, he slightly turned his

didn’t pause. In one fluid motion, he followed up with a swift horizontal slash aimed at Dustin’s waist. This time, the attack came even faster,

the ground and swiftly retreated. He barely

you

eyes gleaming with

his sword and launched the attack without pause. Every strike carried crushing power, and his

retreat, weaving and dodging as the attacks came

this is Sir Prescott’s strength.

on the fight. Even with his trained eyes, he couldn’t track their movements. He

one move to reveal

earlier, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t gain the upper hand. It had been

and years on the battlefield, he dominated the fight

Dustin’s place, he doubted he’d last more

he wasn’t mistaken, Warrick had already stepped into the realm of an early-stage

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