Chapter: 1239
"Duh." Gavin gave his adjutant a small smile.
"Spike is the personal bodyguard my family hired for me. He doesn’t usually show himself, so not many people know about this. Fortunately, I can make good use of him today."
"You should be safe with him around." The aide let out a breath of relief.
Although Dustin was the champion of the Knighthood Society Tournament, he was nothing compared to Spike, who ranked third on The Heavenly Immortals.
Spike wasn’t called the Gloomster for no reason. He’d gotten the nickname thanks to his terrifying talent for winning battles.
"I don’t care who you are, but you better get out of my way if you don’t want to die," Dustin retorted frankly.
"How dare a brat like you sprout nonsense. I’ll teach you a lesson today!" Pissed, Spike leaped into the air.
Like an eagle, he dived toward Dustin with his hand extended to grab the latter’s throat.
"That’s amazing!" Gavin’s eyes sparkled.
"That move is strong enough to crush stones, so it’ll kill him!"
"I guess he’s doomed." The aide shook his head, unsurprised.
At the same time, Spike’s eyes glinted proudly.
"Fuck off!"
As Spike approached, Dustin thrust his fist at lightning speed and punched Spike’s abdomen.
There was a bang as the punch caused Spike to throw up blood. He was thrown backward at an incredible speed, hitting the ceiling headfirst.
Half of his body was hidden in the ceiling, leaving his lower body danging in the air like a lamp.
Everyone was shocked to see Spike hanging from the ceiling. Their jaws dropped in disbelief.
None of them expected things to turn out like this. After all, Dustin’s opponent was Spike the Gloomster!
Shouldn’t such a powerful individual have easily won?
So why was he defeated with a single punch?
Why was he stuck in the ceiling, unable to escape?
This Spike must be an imposter, or there’d have been no way he’d lose like that.
"Is this for real? S-Spike Floyd was defeated?"
"Holy shit! Who the hell is he? Even the Gloomer was no match for him!"
"That’s impossible!"