Chapter: 973

"No! I haven’t lost yet!" Gritting his teeth, Terry clambered to his feet wildly.

"Go to hell!" Locking his eyes on Dustin’s back, Terry grabbed his sword and thrust it toward Dustin.

"Watch out!" Natasha cried out, but it was too late.

Terry’s attack was too quick and silent, making it hard to detect. So, before anyone realized what was going on, the tip of Terry’s sword was already pressing into Dustin’s back.

"Haha, I’m still the winner in the end!" Terry cackled.

Quickly, his laughter stopped and his smile froze when he realized that his sturdy blade hadn’t even hurt Dustin. It didn’t even impale the man’s flesh.

Terry wanted to turn things around? What a joke.

"What do you think you’re doing?" Dustin snapped, slowly turning his head.

This was an open battle where everyone had seen the results, so how dare Terry tried to pull a fast one on him! Were all Doyle family members so shameless?

"Die! Die! Rot in hell!" True energy burst forth from Terry and into his sword as he tried to piece through Dustin’s body, and the blade eventually bent under the force.

Still, no matter how hard Terry tried, he just couldn’t injure Dustin.

"Fool!" Dustin humphed. He stopped going easy on Terry and planted his fist into Terry’s abdomen.

There was a bang at Terry’s abdomen, and his core shattered to pieces. Terry flew backward from the force like a ragdoll, blood spurting everywhere. It caused an uproar among the crowd when his body landed in the audience zone, and the Doyle family’s blood started boiling after seeing how Terry’s core was destroyed.

After failing to sneak up on Dustin, Terry was thrown into the air, where he landed right beside Phil, who was infuriated to see his son injured and bleeding uncontrollably.

"You piece of shit! How dare you hurt my son!"

"Are you blind or something? He snuck up on me, so I merely defended myself," Dustin answered.

"Nonsense!" Phil yelled.

"The winner hadn’t been determined yet. You were the one who left your back open to your opponent, so it was fair and just!"

Although his son had been in the wrong, there was no way he could admit that now.

"Fine. Since the winner hadn’t been determined yet, there shouldn’t be a problem since I attack him normally." Dustin retorted.

"Of course, there is! You deliberately injured my son!" Phil seethed.

"This is how the martial world works. You’re putting your life at stake when you accept a challenge. Your son got hurt because he wasn’t strong enough. Your family is a martial arts family. Don’t tell me you’re sore losers?" Dustin sneered.