Chapter 240
“Oh, it’s him,” Maximus said coolly. “It’s really gutsy of a physician to join the battle. Looks like the Harmons have run out of candidates.”
Dustin’s appearance shocked the members of the Boulderthorn guild, as well as Julie and her group. “Is he crazy? He can’t even beat me. What makes him think he’s capable of fighting the Boulderthorn masters?”
Marsh was dumbfounded by Dustin’s decision. Even Mr. Chapman had been beaten to a pulp in the ring. Where did a weakling like Dustin find the courage to enter?
“Hmph! He still wants to show off. That’s just courting death,” Julie chuckled gleefully, looking forward to Dustin’s beating.
“You’re damn right! Even Otto knows better than to show off at this serious event. That dude’s on a suicide mission!” The group of youngsters scoffed at Dustin, whom they considered an attention-seeker. An average person should never get involved in the battle of the masters; a tiny slip-up could cost one’s life.
“Young man, are you sure you’d like to fight on behalf of the Harmon family?” the hawk-nosed elder suddenly questioned in a threatening voice. Everyone in the guild could hear him clearly, even though he wasn’t speaking loudly. The elder had made it clear that anyone representing the Harmons would be his enemy.
“Well, at least I’m not as shameless as those who took the money but refused to fulfill their promise and even stabbed others in the back!” Dustin taunted mercilessly. “Even dogs are thankful to the hand that feeds them. I guess some are worse than animals.”
The audience gasped and murmured. They were already startled when Dustin entered the stage, but were once again shocked by his audacity in mocking the King of Kicks in public. Was Dustin Rhys playing with fire?
“You punk! Do you even hear what you’re saying?” The old man’s expression crumbled.
“Why? Can’t stand being criticized for your actions? You’re just a greedy, dishonest, and ungrateful bastard, aren’t you?” Dustin jeered.
“You have a death wish!” The old man stared coldly at Dustin, but Maximus stopped him before he could move. “Sir Cavaliere, we cannot break the rules of the battle. Leave any personal grudges for after.”
“You punk! I sure hope you survive!” The hawk-nosed old man scoffed and begrudgingly took his seat.
“Sir Cavaliere, calm down. That punk is certainly going to be dead today,” Brody cackled, yelling toward the ring. “Chunkster, smash him! I’ll give you two more mutton legs if you cripple him!”
“Mutton leg! Mutton leg!” Chunkster giggled, his eyes shining brightly as he stared at Dustin. Before the referee even officiated the match, he hurled himself toward Dustin at high speed, with explosive energy like an invincible human tank. Compared to Chunkster, Dustin was as thin as a rail.
“That punk is going to die! Not even Mr. Chapman could beat Chunkster. Dustin Rhys is going to be mincemeat in the ring,” Otto chuckled with anticipation.
Chapter 240
“He deserves it for being a show-off,” Julie said, crossing her arms and waiting for Dustin’s downfall.
Just when everyone thought it was a David and Goliath battle with a clear winner, Dustin moved. He kicked the ground, launching himself forward like an agile serpent. Near Chunkster, he leaped into the air, precisely tapping his index and middle fingers on a meridian point atop Chunkster’s head.
With a grunt, Chunkster immediately blacked out. Due to the momentum, his ball-like figure accelerated for ten feet before stopping and dropping off the platform with a thud. The audience watched, jaws agape.