Chapter: 953
"Greetings, Sir Paul." Hector and his daughters quickly bowed out of respect, as well as gratitude. Hector still remembered how Paul had helped him during the birthday party.
"I’m just here to enjoy the show, so no need to fuss about me. Sit." Paul smiled.
"Please have a seat, Sir." Phil hurriedly led Paul to the seat in the center. That seat was supposed to be his, but he could only let Paul have it now.
After Paul, other important guests gradually arrived as well, including the guildmaster of Boulderthorn, an elder from Greendust, the guildmaster of Autumn Wind, and other famous fighters.
The battle hadn’t even started, but tons of martial arts elites had already gathered in the arena.
As it neared the agreed time for their battle, Dustin, Nelson, and several other men walked into the training ground. No matter which direction they looked, people were flocking around every corner In the middle of the training grounds was a large battle ring There were only a few seats surrounding the platform, so most people had no choice but to stand. This naturally meant that those who were sitting were not ordinary people, especially those sitting on the east side, where they had the best view of the arena.
Upon closer inspection, Dustin saw a few familiar faces, including Hector and his daughters, Paul and Patrick Hill, Claudia, as well as Maggie. Others seemed familiar to him, but he couldn’t recall their names.
Dustin turned his attention to those on the west side of the arena, where well–known fighters in the martial arts world sat. Many of them were strong individuals who ranked only second to Paul.
"Was it necessary to put on such a huge show for a normal competition?" Dustin was puzzled.
"Sir, the Doyle family is using you to show off their strength!" Nelson looked around nervously. Most of the individuals present today were strong enough to get rid of him effortlessly.
"Show off?" Dustin smirked.
"You never know who might end up showing off. I hope the Doyle family doesn’t shoot themselves in the foot."
Nelson smiled tiredly in response, thinking to himself, "Just don’t embarrass yourself too much. As long as you’re alive, our gang can always rise again."
"You again, Dustin?" Just then, a familiar voice rang out.
Dustin turned his head and saw four familiar faces–Zoey, Adriana, Zeke, and Gordon.
"Gosh, why do we have to run into you everywhere?" Gordon hissed disdainfully.
"Ugh, I should have checked the horoscope today!" Zeke spat on the ground.
"You can always leave if you don’t want to see me." Dustin sneered.
"Why should we do as you say? Who do you think you are?" Zoey sneered.
"A pretty boy who’s nothing without a woman." Zeke sniggered.
"You should keep a low profile, Dustin. During the banquet last time, if it weren’t for Mr. Dylan and Lord Xenos, you’d be dead by now." Gordon humphed.
"He’s right. It’s a miracle that you’re still alive after challenging Tyler Grant. You should appreciate your life." Zeke sneered.