Chapter: 450

“Even dogs are thankful to the hand that feeds them. I guess that somebody is worse than an animal.”

The audience gasped and murmured upon hearing the remark. They were already startled when Dustin went on the stage, but they were once again shocked by his audacity to mock the King of Kicks in public. Was Dustin Rhys playing with fire?

“You punk! Do you even hear what you’re saying?” The old man’s expression crumbled.

“Why? Can’t stand being criticized for your actions? You’re just a greedy, dishonest, and ungrateful bastard, aren’t you?” Dustin jeered at him.

“You have a death wish!” The old man stared coldly at Dustin, but he was stopped by Maximus before he could make a move.

“Sir Cavaliere, we cannot break the rules of the battle. You should leave any personal grudges for post–battle.”

“You punk! I sure hope you survive!” The hawk–nosed old man scoffed and begrudgingly took his seat.

“Sir Cavaliere, calm down. That punk is certainly going to be dead today.” Brody cackled and yelled in the direction of the ring.

“Chunkster, smash him! I’ll give you two more mutton legs if you cripple him!”

“Mutton leg! Mutton leg!” Chunkster giggled, his eyes shining bright when he stared at Dustin, Before the referee even officiated the match, he had hurled himself toward Dustin at high speed and with explosive energy like an invincible human tank. Compared to Chunkster, Dustin was as thin as a rail.

“That punk is going to die! Not even Mr. Chapman could beat Chunkster. Dustin Rhys is going to be minced meat in the ring.” Otto chuckled with anticipation.

“He deserves it for being a show–off.” Julie crossed her arms on her chest and waited for ill fate to befall Dustin.

Just when everyone thought that it was a David and Goliath battle with a clear winner, Dustin suddenly made a move. He kicked against the ground and launched himself forward like an agile serpent. When he was near Chunkster, ne quickly leaped into the air, tapping his index and middle fingers on the Meridian point on top of Chunkster’s head with precision.

With a grunt. Chunkster immediately blacked out in the ring. Due to the momentum, his ball–like figure accelerated for a good ten feet before coming to a stop and dropping off the platform with a thud. The audience watched on, their jaws dropping on the floor.

“What the fuck? Has the battle ended?”

The audience in the guild stared at Chunkster, who was lying flat on the ground lifelessly. They looked at each other in disbelief. At first, they thought that Dustin would never win, but the battle ended with a huge twist. More importantly, Dustin had only made one move throughout the battle, which was terrifying, to say the least.

“Fuck! That dude won? What happened?” Otto’s eyes widened, and he looked incredulous. Dustin Rhys beat Chunkster, who had defeated Mr. Chapman. Would that mean Dustin was more powerful than Mr. Chapman?

“I–impossible! That guy must have pulled some tricks. Why else could he win without breaking a sweat?” Julie vehemently shook her head, refusing to accept the outcome.

“What happened just now? Why did Chunkster collapse after the touch?” Brody was confounded. Chuckster’s defense should have been impenetrable for most, except for Maximus and the King of Kicks. What trick did Dustin pull to win?

“He’s quite something. He found Chunkster’s weakness in no time.” Maximus narrowed his eyes and appeared quite taken aback. The others might be oblivious to the strategy behind the move, but Maximus knew that Dustin had found Chunkster’s weakness and focused his attack on it, which resulted in the surprise victory.

“No wonder he was so confident. He came prepared.” The hawk–nosed old man scoffed. He would have acknowledged Dustin’s talent if the latter had taken down the opponent with his skills, but the trick that Dustin pulled was cowardly.

“Hahaha! He won! Dustin, you’re awesome!” After overcoming the shock, Ruth jumped up and down with joy.

“What’s so great about it? He had to thank Mr. Wangley and Mr. Chapman for exhausting Chunkster. He wouldn’t have taken advantage of Chunkster otherwise.” Quentin was a little jealous about Dustin’s win. In his opinion, Dustin merely beat the opponent due to luck.

“Mr. Wangley, Mr. Rhys was right. Chunkster’s weakness is on the top of his head.” Stephan, who was being. treated for his injury, shot a glance at Mr. Wangley, who seemed embarrassed and quiet.

The unexpected victory set the crowd ablaze. Most were confused and doubtful about Dustin’s move, but he proved that the Harmons still had a chance to fight and win.