Chapter 1412 by Marina Vittori
An Understated Dominance
His actions elicited hushed whispers among the crowd. âIsnât the guy a bit too bold? He actually has the gall to go on stage to take Dexter up on his challenge? Dexterâs a decent fighter! Itâd be a futile attempt to fight someone like him in a match!â
âThough itâs a courageous act to fight to defend his woman, I still say heâs bringing trouble upon himself.â
âHe should have known his place. Wouldnât it have been better if he just behaved and played the part of the boy toy that he was?
âWhy did he have to pretend to be all tough and insult Dexter? Heâll regret it when he ends up injured.â
The guests sighed and shook their heads at Dustin. From how they saw it, Dustinâs actions were no different from seeking out death.
He originally had Natasha defending him, so heâd be alright if he just yielded to Dexter. He could have just pretended like nothing had happened. But because of his ego, he had to offend Dexter. Now, he was stuck in a difficult situation with no way out. He might even lose his life!
âHmph! What a fool! Wouldnât it have been better to just cower behind Ms. Harmon? This is what he gets for trying to be the hero!â Cody sneered.
âHe overestimates himself! Just because heâs trained in martial arts, he thinks heâs fit to go up against a Four- star Marshal. Heâs really seeking trouble!â Harper gloated.
The two stood side by side, watching Dustin make his way up on the stage. They looked at him like he was already dead.
They had been madly jealous of him when they learned that Natasha liked him. But now, there was no need for that anymore. He didnât have much time left to live anyway.
âThis is your final chance, rascal! Get on your knees, beg for forgiveness, and get the hell away from Natasha. I will spare you only if you do that.â
Dexter stood on the stage with his hands behind his back. His expression was cold, and his gaze was sharp. He looked confident that he would win.
âAnd Iâd say the same to you. Quit harassing Natasha, or Iâll beat you up real bad,â Dustin answered.
âYou asshole! Letâs see if youâre still so gutsy when death stares you in the face! Dexter couldnât hold it in any longer, and he flew into a rage.
With a quick leap, he launched himself through the air and threw Dustin a hard punch. His punch was aimed right at Dustinâs face. He packed enough force into it to shatter the hardest rocks. He had always won during military combat. So, dealing with a weak boy toy was a piece of cake.
However, Dustin did not flinch, nor did he duck when Dexterâs attack came straight at him. Instead, he raised his hand and caught Dexterâs fist in his palm.
The two collided with a dull thud. Dustin stood there unmoving. He wasnât the least bit affected. Dexter, however, was astonished. He had disbelief written all over his face.
When his punch made contact with Dustinâs palm, he felt like his fist had simply melted into his palm. It did not even seem to create an impact!
He had always boasted of his strength. But it was completely ineffective against Dustin! How was that possible?
âIf this is all youâve got, you better admit defeat,â Dustin said casually.
âYouâre really asking for it now!â Anger replaced the embarrassment that Dexter felt. He summoned all the internal energy he had within him.
Then, in one swift motion, he threw another punch straight at Dustinâs chin. The force of it was shocking, having increased many folds from his first attack.
âHow pig-headed.â
Dustin shook his head and sidestepped Dexterâs blow. At the same time, he reached out to grab Dexterâs wrist and gave it a light tug. Dexter lost his balance and staggered forward.
Dustin stretched his foot out at just the right time, causing Dexter to stumble. He ended up falling forward. Then, with a loud crash, Dexter fell and planted his face on the ground. Gone was his magnificent and formidable image.