Chapter 141

“Who is it?” The sudden explosion caught everyone by surprise. Initially, they thought someone had committed suicide by jumping from the building. However, after a closer look, they realized the figure who had jumped was still standing tall. He held a black umbrella in his hand as he stood in the rain, exuding an overwhelming and mysterious aura.

“Mr. Rhys! This man’s dangerous; run for your life!” Stephan screamed.

Knowing the White Dragon guild was present, why did Dustin join the fight instead of escaping? Was he looking for death?

“Punk, are you that Dustin guy?” Dracor assessed Dustin, noting his thin and frail build.

“Yes, it’s me,” Dustin replied.

“You’ve got some guts for not running away from me, punk!” Dracor smirked.

“Why should I run? I was waiting for you,” Dustin said nonchalantly.

“Really?” Dracor raised his eyebrows. “Interesting. It’s been a long time since I’ve seen such an arrogant punk.”

“Mr. Rhys, he’s too powerful! With his impenetrable skin and overwhelming energy, even if we combine our attacks, we are no match for him! Go get support from the Harmon family while I hold him back!” Stephan scrambled to his feet, using his remaining strength to help Dustin escape.

“Mr. Chapman, it’s alright. Leave the rest to me.” Dustin smiled, touched by Stephan’s resolve. It was commendable that Stephan was prepared to die protecting him, even though he was ordered to do so by someone else.

“Mr. Rhys, you’re still unaware of the situation. This man is not only the guild master of the White Dragon guild, but he’s also the best martial artist in Swinton! He’s far superior to both of us! Escape while you can!” Stephan urged.

Although Dustin was a martial artist, he could only harness internal energy. Dracor, as a high-level martial artist, could manifest his energy externally and had fortified his body to be as impenetrable as steel. Even among high-level martial artists, he was considered one of the best. Defeating a lower-level martial artist like Dustin would be easy.

“Mr. Chapman, don’t worry. I can handle this,” Dustin reassured him.

“Mr. Rhys, you’re biting off more than you can chew! You’re still young and trainable. If you survive, there’s still hope for you to defeat him one day! However, the most important thing right now is to stay alive!” Stephan was becoming anxious.

Dustin felt frustrated. Were his words so unbelievable? He didn’t care if he faced a godlike opponent; defeating a high-level martial artist was nothing.

“Shut your yapping! Today, both of you will die here!” Dracor snapped his fingers. At his signal, his disciples swarmed Dustin.

“Mr. Rhys, run! I’ll hold them back!” Stephan gritted his teeth and rushed into the crowd to buy Dustin time to escape. Although badly injured, he managed to tackle many men using his remaining energy. As Dracor’s disciples fell one by one, Stephan’s last-ditch effort angered Dracor.

“What a reckless idiot!” Dracor’s expression darkened. He leaped into the air and attacked Stephan with an open palm.

“Come at me with all you’ve got!” Stephan countered with his fists.

Their energies clashed with a loud blast. Stephan flew into the air like a punching bag, blood spurting from his mouth. Before his body hit the ground, Dustin caught him, nullified Dracor’s attack, gently lowered him, and patted his back. Then, Dustin confidently walked toward Dracor.

“Wait a minute, Mr. Rhys! I know you have skills, but you’re no match for Dracor! He’s a monster! Escape before it’s too late!” Stephan shouted frantically, ignoring the blood dripping down his face.

“Don’t worry, Stephan. On the contrary, he’s no match for me.”

Heavy raindrops splashed on his umbrella as Dustin continued walking toward Dracor.

“Punk, you should have listened to him! Now, it’s too late to regret it! You lost your chance!” Dracor laughed menacingly. He shot toward Dustin, planning to use his momentum to crush him with his steel-like body.

“Mr. Rhys, be careful!” Stephan’s face turned pale. Dracor was a high-level martial artist and one of the best in Swinton; confronting him was suicidal.

Just as Stephan thought Dustin would die, a miracle happened! Even though Dracor smashed into Dustin’s body, he didn’t move. He grabbed Dracor by the neck and lifted him into the air. Dracor’s muscular body dangled helplessly, his feet kicking frantically, but he couldn't escape Dustin’s grip.

“Mr. Chapman, what were you saying just now?” Dustin turned to Stephan, nonchalantly holding an umbrella in one hand and Dracor in the other. The heavy rain had made it difficult to hear Stephan.

Stephan was dumbfounded. Dracor was dangling helplessly like a puppet. He had never imagined the proud and arrogant Dracor Milfroy would be restrained so easily by Dustin. Everything happened so fast that Dracor had no chance to retaliate. Dracor wasn't an average fighter; he was a high-level martial artist with formidable energy. How could Dustin defeat him so easily? It was ludicrous!