Chapter: 273
“Don’t worry, Stephan. On the contrary, he is no match for me.”
Heavy raindrops splashed on his umbrella as Dustin continued walking toward Dracor.
“Punk, you should have listened to his advice! Now, it’s too late to regret it! You lost your chance!” Dracor laughed menacingly.
He dug his heels into the ground and shot out like an arrow in Dustin’s direction. He was planning to use his momentum and crush Dustin with his body of steel!
“Mr. Rhys, be careful!” Stephan’s lace turned pale.
Dracor was a high–level martial artist and one of the best in Swinton. Going squarely against an opponent of his caliber was just looking for trouble!
Just as Stephan thought that Dustin would die on the spot, a miracle happened!
Even though Dracor had smashed into Dustin’s body like a tank, he did not move an inch. He reached out, grabbed Dracor by the neck, and lifted him off the ground.
Dracor’s muscular body dangled in the air like a chicken awaiting slaughter, his feet kicking frantically.
However, he could not escape from Dustin’s iron grip.
“Mr. Chapman, what were you saying just now?” Dustin turned to Stephan and asked nonchalantly, an umbrella in one hand and Dracor hanging helplessly from the other.
Dustin couldn’t catch what Stephan had said to him just now because of the heavy rain.
Looking at the scene before him, Stephan was dumbstruck. Dracor was dangling helplessly in the air like a puppet.
Never in his dreams had Stephan imagined that the proud and arrogant Dracor Milfroy would be restrained by Dustin with just one hand.
Everything happened so quickly that Dracor had no chance to retaliate.
Besides, it had to be said that Dracor wasn’t an average, run–of–the–mill fighter. He was a high–level martial artist with formidable energy!
How could Dustin single–handedly defeat a martial artist like him?
This was ludicrous!
“Let me go…” Dracor flailed helplessly, his face red as he gasped for air.
At that moment, not only was he bewildered by the sudden twist of events, but he was also filled with dread!
He thought that he was a big fish in a small pond like Swinton. Who knew that he would end up sparring against a divine–level martial artist here?
A divine–level martial artist in his twenties? It was unheard of in all of South City. How could such an invincible lighter appear in Swinton?
“Fuck, this punk is incredible! Even our guild master was defeated by him!” The disciples of the White Dragon guild whispered among themselves in disbelief.
Seeing as their leader had been defeated, some of them slipped away as fast as they could.
“Dracor, seems like your disciples aren’t as loyal to you as you thought.” Dustin smirked.