Chapter: 1188

"Hah! Still acting tough when he can’t even stand straight." Azalea, who stood behind Dustin, couldn’t resist mocking.

"Shut up! Had Oscar not thrown a surprise attack, do you think he’d be able to beat Jared?" Devon glared at her.

"That’s right! Oscar would have died had Jared not spared him some mercy!" others added.

"You should learn to admit your defeats. It’s embarrassing to make excuses when you’ve lost. Azalea rolled her eyes.

"You-!" Jared was so flustered, and with his internal injuries, he coughed up blood.

"Wow! Are you even coughing up blood now? You better hurry to a hospital or something. We’d hate to see you die here," Azalea taunted.

"You bitch! You’re asking for it!" Devon’s temper flared. But as he was about to get violent, he noticed a snake’s head poking from the collar of Azalea’s shirt.

He immediately pulled his hand back in fear when the venomous snake hissed. If he were to be bitten by the snake, he might lose his arm on the spot, just as his fellow guild member had.

"If you’re so good, why don’t you go up there and fight?" Desmond challenged.

"I’m not. But my man is." Azalea linked her arm with Dustin’s, a boastful expression on her face.

Dustin glanced at Azalea and pulled his arm away from her grasp.

"Him? How strong do you think he is? He isn’t even fit to be compared to Jared!" Desmond mocked.

"Exactly! Jared’s ranked 12th among the Heavenly Immortals! This bastard isn’t even worthy to be near him!" Devon exclaimed.

"If Jared’s so great, why did he lose earlier?" Dustin countered. That simple question silenced everyone.

"Hmph! I’ve indeed lost, but do you think that you’d be able to win? With your level of skills, you won’t even withstand three hits!" Jared forced through clenched jaws.

"Is that so? Let’s wait and see then." Dustin smiled faintly, not saying another word. He would much rather prove himself with his abilities than participate in meaningless arguments.

Right then, someone exclaimed excitedly, "Look! Someone’s replacing Oscar in the arena!"

Everyone looked toward the middle of the lake, only to see Oscar leave the platform.

Another graceful and elegant man in white made his way toward the platform on a boat.

"Hey, isn’t that Joel Finch, ranked tenth among the Heavenly Immortals?"

"Oh, my God! It is Joel Finch! We’re in trouble!"

"Even Oscar seemed invincible. Now we’ve got Joel, who’s even better than Oscar. What’s the point in continuing? We might as well just admit defeat already!"

After they confirmed the identity of the man in white, the Balerno martial arts alliance cried out and panicked.

"It’s him?" Dustin raised a brow, finding it rather unexpected.

"Haha! It seems like you’re out of luck, bastard! You’re in trouble, going up against Joel!" Jared smirked, laughing at Dustin’s misfortune.