Chapter: 971

"Let’s see what you’ll do now!" Gordon and his friends’ eyes were glued to the ring, not wanting to miss seeing Dustin get defeated.

"Are things finally going to end now?" Phil smirked. Although Dustin had surprised him several. times, the man was still no match for his son.

"As long as you withstand this blow, you’ll still have a chance to turn things around. Good luck!" Hector’s fists clenched as he silently prayed for Dustin. Natasha and her sister were also waiting anxiously after hearing that Dustin only had a ten percent chance of living.

"You’ve got to hold on, Sir Rhys! We’re depending on you!" Nelson and his men were worried for Duntin. They knew that if their leader lost, the Doyle family was going to completely get rid of their gang.

"Tempest of the Eighteen Swords’! It’s time for you to die!" Terry shouted. He gathered all his strength into a single strike and swung his blade toward Dustin.

Bang!

The cracked arena began crumbling. Dust and debris flew into the air, making it hard for people to keep their eyes open.

After some time, the dust finally settled, and only one man was standing among the wreckage- Terry.

"We won!" The Doyle family was overjoyed to see this, and the audience began cheering.

"You’re amazing, Mr. Terry!"

"No wonder he’s ranked thirteenth on The Heavenly Immortals!"

"Today’s battle was eye-opening. He is indeed a genius."

The audience was grinning widely as they sang praises to him.

Terry smiled from where he stood atop the wreckage. Suddenly, he doubled over and spat out a mouthful of blood before collapsing to the ground.

The audible thud when Terry fell to the ground silenced everyone, effectively cutting off all laughter and cheers.

The crowd shared dismayed looks, unable to comprehend what just happened.

What was going on? Didn’t Terry win? Why did he spit out blood? Had it merely been a narrow win?

Just as everyone was stuck in disbelief, a silhouette slowly walked out of the ruined arena. Even the dust in the air seemed to disperse and create a path for him.

When the person reached the top of the platform, the audience could finally see Dustin’s handsome face.

Dustin stood proudly with his hands in his pocket as he studied his unconscious opponent calmly.

Meanwhile, everyone’s jaw dropped. They thought that Terry had been the one who won, but things have completely changed. Terry was lying on the ground, injured. While Dustin was completely unscathed. It was obvious who the winner was.

"N-no way! Terry Doyle lost?"