Chapter: 1195

"Damn it! Who would expect the bastard to actually have some real skills?" Devon was astounded.

"Hah! What’s so great about him? He got lucky because his opponent underestimated him!" Jared wasn’t happy to see Dustin gaining the upper hand over his opponent.

The better Dustin performed, the more it made Jared look bad. As someone regarded as a genius, he refused to accept that.

"He’s holding up well with one opponent. But if all three of them came at him, he still wouldn’t stand a chance." Ronald looked at the arena regretfully.

He had to admit that Dustin was good and had excellent skills. He was good enough to be among the top ten Heavenly Immortals.

But he had been too arrogant and had acted irrationally. And that would ultimately cause him to lose.

"Lexi, Torres, that person is powerful. It seems like we really need to join forces." Alan flexed his numb arm, eyes darting around alertly.

"It might seem a little unfair to go up on him together. But since he was the one who requested it, we haven’t got anything to feel sorry for." Lexi eyed Alan’s bent darksteel broadsword and flinched involuntarily.

Alan had always had ungodly strength and defeated his opponents with brute strength. But he had lost in the battle of strength just a while ago.

That showed just how strong the person they were going up against was.

"Both of you go on ahead. I’ll cover the rear." Torres took two steps back, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.

As an assassin, he had always disliked hand-to-hand combat.

"Alright. We’ll have some fun first, then!" Alan and Lexi exchanged a glance and nodded at each other.

"Come on, then." Dustin beckoned for them to come forward with a curl of his finger.

"Charge!" Without another word, two of them charged towa ..."

Alan attacked straight on while Lexi supported him from the side. They worked in perfect unison, each move aiming to kill.

In a match between experts, the outcome was never certain. Hence, they needed to gain the upper hand.

Dustin remained impassive and focused on dodging the oncoming attacks from both sides.

His focus was on Torres. The cold and murderous intent radiating from him was impossible to ignore.

For an assassin to be ranked among the top ten Heavenly Immortals proved that he was far from normal.

Though he appeared weak and sickly, that was a front to deceive his enemies. He would strike mercilessly once there was an opportunity, making even grandmasters wary.

Alan’s broadsword slashed wildly in the arena, making loud whooshing sounds.

Attacks came relentlessly at Dustin from both sides. Their movements disturbed the water around them so much that the fishes leaped up in alarm.

Dustin moved swiftly, dodging left and right to escape their attacks. But in the eyes of the crowd, it looked like he was being chased around.

"Get him! Kill him!"