Chapter: 455

“My bare hands are my weapons.” Dustin answered.

“Are you sure?” Maximus narrowed his eyes, thinking that his opponent was capable but overconfident. Dustin would be humiliated if he wanted to block the sword attack with bare hands.

“Of course. I’ll give it to you if you manage to injure me.” Dustin waved at him once more.

“Come on!”

“Okay! Be my guest!” Without further ado, Maximus propelled himself forward with the unsheathed sword in hand. When he got closer to Dustin, he plunged his sword at the opponent, creating glimmers of metallic reflection and stirring gusts of wind in the quild.

“Great move!”

Most of the martial artists exclaimed in astonishment, Maximus sword moved fast and was unusually sharp. It was hard to tell the sword from its shadows, hence it was hard to defend oneself. Even skillful martial artists at the same level dared not fight bare–harded against the sword. However, Dustin stood in the same spot and appeared as though he hadn’t noticed the attack.

“That rascal is bold! Why isn’t he dodging Maximus sword attack?”

‘Did he think he’s invincible after beating the King of Kicks? He has no idea how powerful Maximus is!”

“Right! There is a huge gap in capability between each member of the top ten of The Hundred Immortals! Looking down on Maximus is the same as digging your own grave!”

Amid the murmurs, everyone heard a soft clunking sound as Maximus‘ sword came to a halt. The sharp blade. came to a stop an inch before Dustin’s throat, unable to move. When the crowd took a second look, their faces. turned white because they realized that Dustin had caught the sword between his two fingers.

“Hmm?” Maximus’s pupils dilated. He didn’t expect Dustin to grab his sword with bare fingers. It appeared that he had underestimated Dustin’s sheer talent and confidence. Still, he was unflustered by the strength of his opponent. Quite the opposite–the stronger the opponent, the more excited he felt. He was getting more belligerent as a result.

“Return!” With the wave of a hand, Maximus called his sword back from Dustin’s fingers. The sword came flying back like a serpent.

“Oh?” Dustin was rather surprised by the move. Although he had reined in his capabilities to match his opponent at the earthly level, he acknowledged Maximus‘ talent from how Maximus managed to free the weapon from his grip.

“Look out! I’ll show you my Illusory Sword Technique!” Maximus dropped a reminder before waving his sword again. In one move, his sword split into hundreds and thousands of different swords. The gleaming blades danced around, weaving a confusing web of swords within ten meters around them. The mind–boggling amount of swords made it hard to discern the actual sword from the illusory ones.

“Wow! It is the Illusory Sword Technique! Looks like Maximus Kane is getting serious!”

“I heard that no one could fight off the Illusory Sword Technique. That punk is going to lose!”

“Kill! Kill! kill him!”

There was an uproar among the audience. Some were shocked, some were concerned, and some were merely adding insult to injury. Soon, Dustin vanished in the midst of the illusory swords in front of their eyes. He and Maximus were nowhere to be seen, leaving only the blinding shine of blades dancing in the ring. The audience glued their eyes to the match and struggled to figure out which of them was making the moves. Even so, they couldn’t take their eyes off the climactic fight for fear of missing out on the highlights.

Dustin, the black horse, had garnered all the attention that night by fighting alone against Mr. Williams‘ lineup. Earlier, he took down two masters in the top ten of The Hundred Immortals. Even if he lost the fight against Maximus, he still won himself the right to feel proud of his accomplishments.

Three minutes later, the audience heard the clanking of metal as the web of illusory swords suddenly vanished. A figure, who seemed to have taken a bad blow, stumbled speedily toward the edge of the ring. where he finally managed to steady himself.

Everyone focused on the figure and realized that it was Maximus! As for Dustin, he stood in the middle of the ring without moving, remaining in the same position as before.

“What happened? Who won?” The audience exchanged glances in confusion. Dustin and Maximus looked unharmed, but one appeared poised while the other looked grim.

“Sir, you are indeed talented, I’ll give you that. I concede defeat.” After a long silence, Maximus finally opened his mouth.

“He conceded?” The audience gasped. What was going on? The two of them stood there uninjured. No one had the upper hand yet, but why did Maximus concede defeat? Could he have been bought off by the Harmons, just like the King of Kicks?