Chapter: 965

"I’ve been eyeing your antique pottery for some time now. Let’s go with that." Phil got straight to the point.

"I must say, you’re quite greedy, my friend. The treasure you picked is worth over three billion dollars. But what will you put on the line?"

"I’m not a narrow-minded person. Even since our family’s founding, we’ve kept an ancient manuscript called the Tempest of the Eighteen Swords’. I’ll bet that. What do you think?"

"But that’s your family heirloom. Are you sure?" Hector was astonished.

"Tempest of the Eighteen Swords" was a book that contained information about a top-grade martial arts sword technique and has existed ever since the Doyle family was established. Usually, only the leader and his heir had the right to read it, while others in the family couldn’t even catch a glimpse of it. In fact, an internal conflict had happened before just because of this book, so it was easy to guess how valuable it was.

"Of course. So, do you agree to the bet?" Phil smiled. He had dared to bet his family heirloom since he was confident that his son would win. And since the winner was certain, he didn’t mind betting on something so valuable when there was no way it would fall into Hector’s hands.

"Since you put such a precious item into the bet, I’ll agree to it. Let’s see who wins." Hector agreed. readily.

If Dustin lost the battle, Hector would merely lose an antique. However, if Dustin did win, Hector would finally get his hands on a rare sword technique manuscript that could vastly strengthen the shadow guards, thus fueling his entire family’s overall martial arts force.

There was no way Hector was going to let this opportunity slip through his fingers.

Both Terry and the audience sniggered at what Dustin had said. Everyone assumed that Dustin wouldn’t even be able to withstand three blows, much less defeat Terry.

"What are you laughing at? Is it that funny?" Dustin asked calmly, unbothered by the audience’s attitude.

"What do you think?" Terry’s smile didn’t falter.

"Do you really think you’ll win?"

"Why not? Do you think you’re better than everyone else? Why are you naturally assuming that you won’t lose?" Dustin retorted.

"Pfft! I don’t know where you found the balls to ask me that, but it’s fine. I’ll show you how different we are!" Terry beckoned Dustin with a finger and smirked.

"Come on. I’ll let you have three shots at me. Let’s see what you’ve got."

"You better not do that. Last time, Bennet Malcom said the same thing, and he’s still stuck in bed. right now." Dustin reminded.

"Bennet is merely my subordinate. As if he’s a match for me." Terry feigned a smile.

"Both of you are the same to me since the outcome won’t be any different," Dustin answered frankly.

"What?" Terry’s smile gradually fell. He had seen many arrogant people like Verdant Phantom, but Dustin was different from them. Dustin wasn’t only reckless and arrogant; he was also looking down on Terry. Dustin’s calm expression and unbothered attitude were infuriating.

Terry couldn’t help feeling like he was being humiliated. How dare a nobody like Dustin looked down on him!

"That idiot! There’s no way Bennet’s skills are anywhere near Terry’s." Maggie snorted from where she sat.