"Duane, come out and meet your maker!" Dustin's roar of anger echoed through the villa like a clap of thunder.
When Duane heard this contemptuous challenge, he was furious. "Which idiot is dumb enough to cause trouble on my property?" he thought, rushing out. However, when he saw Dustin in the distance, he was taken aback.
"It's you, Dustin! Weren't you arrested? How did you escape?" He had bribed Mr. Gardner to arrest Dustin and detain him in the interrogation room. Even if Natasha were to intervene, she couldn't have helped him escape.
"Was it you who framed me for the crime?" Dustin demanded coldly.
"Since you're already here, you know the answer. You're right, I framed you! However, you only have yourself to blame. I had to go to such lengths because you didn't appreciate the chances I gave you," Duane smirked.
"At the very least, you confessed. Now, I'll give you a chance to redeem yourself. If you cripple yourself voluntarily and leave Swinton for good, I will not exact my vengeance," Dustin said indifferently.
"Cripple myself? Leave Swinton?" Duane was initially stunned. After a moment, he roared with laughter. "Punk, have you gone crazy? Who do you think you are? If it weren't for Natasha, do you think you could stand there and threaten me?" Duane assumed Natasha must have somehow saved Dustin.
"If that's the case, you're not going to comply?" Dustin's expression grew stern.
"Kid, you don't understand. You trespassed. If I killed you here, no one would say anything! Of course, I'm not one to hold grudges. As long as you give me the prescription for the gemiphen, I'll consider letting you go," Duane narrowed his eyes meaningfully.
"It's you who are unaware of your precarious state," Dustin shook his head, giving Duane a pitiful look.
"I know you have great strength, punk. However, brute strength isn't everything!" Duane smirked and drew his sword. "I wasn't fully prepared during our last duel. I lost because my forte is sword fighting, not bare-handed martial arts!"
"Well then, come at me with all you've got!" Dustin gestured for Duane to attack.
"Arrogant prick! Let's see if you can withstand my attack after training for 20 years!" Duane struck a pose. Extending his arm, he aimed his glittering sword at Dustin's chest, lunging at the speed of light. However, Dustin did not dodge. Without a word, he intercepted the attack, gripping the blade with two fingers. Vibrations from the rebounding force caused the blade to bend.
"What?" Duane was utterly shocked. Never in his dreams could he imagine a full-blown attack being stopped with bare hands, especially with only two fingers!
Before Duane could regain his composure, Dustin flicked his fingers. The bent sword broke into a thousand pieces. Duane was thrown back, staggering backward, his face stricken with fear. His prowess in sword fighting seemed like child's play compared to Dustin's abilities. With a single move, Duane was completely defeated!
"Wh-Who are you? How could you have such immense powers?"
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