Chapter: 1192
"Who’s next?" Conrad’s gaze swept over to the three remaining contestants from Glenstead.
There were two men and one lady. The lady wore a mask and a strong and fit physique. She gave off a strong wildness.
The other two men consisted of one burly figure with a broadsword and the other with a pale face, bony figure. He looked sickly.
"I’ll go!" The burly man, Alan Barnes, stepped forward confidently.
"I’ll get rid of that bastard with a swing of my sword!"
"That man must be powerful to come out last. I have confidence in dealing with men. Let me go." The masked lady, Lexi Sutton, came forward too.
Then Torres Dale, the sickly man, coughed before saying, "I rank the highest out of the three of us. I should be the one going."
They were all aware that this was the last match of the day. Whoever succeeds will receive great rewards and gain fame and reputation. So they were all fighting to be the one to fight in the last match.
"Hey, Sicko, you’re already on the brink of death. Stop fighting with us, and go get some rest." The masked lady made a face before she continued, "And you, Big Guy, you might be strong, but you’re not agile. If he moves around a lot, you won’t be able to hit him. I’m the best candidate to go up against him!"
"Hah! Don’t you know you can subdue any opponent with brute strength? No matter what tricks he has up his sleeves, I can deflect it with my sword!" Alan boasted.
"I might be sickly, but that doesn’t mean I’m weak. I rank seventh among the Heavenly Immortals. I think that goes to prove what I said." Torres covered his mouth with a handkerchief.
"You men can’t stand having a lady as an opponent, can you?" Lexi frowned.
"Cut the crap! It’s not every day we have the tournament. I’m here to gain fame and reputation!" Alan did not seem like he would back off.
"I haven’t got many years left to live. Please let me have my final moment of glory, you two." Torres coughed into his handkerchief.
"No! I insist on having this match!"
"Nonsense! I should be the one going!"
"Well, it just so happens that I’m interested in having this match too."
The three began arguing in public about who should fight the match.
The Knighthood Society tournament only took place once every three years, so it was a rare opportunity for them to show off. None of them were prepared to give up on the chance.
"Hey!" Right then, an indifferent voice suddenly came from afar.
"I say, the three of you should stop quarreling. Why don’t you join forces and fight me together?"
The voice surprised all three of them.
They looked over to where the voice came from, only to see Dustin standing on the platform in the middle of the lake. He had his hands behind his back, looking totally composed.
"Hey, brat. What did you just say? I didn’t catch you." Alan’s eyes narrowed, squinting at Dustin.
"I said the three of you should fight me together. That will save us a lot of time, and you won’t have to fight over who fights the match. Wouldn’t that be better?" Dustin asked calmly.