Chapter 2422
An Understated Dominance
With a longsword in hand, Dustin plunged into the crowd like a tiger among sheep and cut down his enemies with brutal efficiency.
Though he couldnât tap into his mystical energy, his physical strength far outstripped that of an average martial artist. His speed, power, reflexes, and combat skills crushed anyone in his path.
Every swing of his blade was precise and targeted the enemyâs vital spots with deadly accuracy, which left no room for defense.
Under his relentless assault, the assassins were helpless. The air rang with their screams as bodies fell one after another.
Unlike the tournament match, Dustin now unleashed his full power in this life -or-death fight. His attacks were becoming more brutal and relentless than ever.
âThis kidâs tougher than I thought.â
Hank frowned as he watched his men struggle.
He hadnât expected Dustin to have such formidable combat prowess, even with his sealed cultivation. If an unmatched genius like Dustin couldnât be made an ally, he had to be eliminated before he became a bigger threat.
âAttack together! Kill him at all costs!â Hank barked to the six who had activated the sealing formation.
These six men werenât just any fighters. They were genetically enhanced operatives from the Hall of Gods-emotionless, immune to pain, and utterly indifferent to death. With unshakable loyalty, they followed orders without question. They were the perfect killing machines.
Bailey had sent them to him to deal with the Sacred Wyrm Summit elites.
But now, Hank had no choice but to use them against Dustin.
âKill him!â
Without hesitation, the six men in black drew their blades and charged at Dustin. They moved so fast that the surrounding martial artists could barely follow.
They only saw fleeting black shadows darting past, followed by razor-sharp blade auras that dazzled their eyes with blinding light.
Although the sealing formation had nullified the cultivation abilities within a 330-foot radius, these six men in black could ignore that limitation. In other words, their combat strength not only remained intact but was even amplified. This was the terrifying power of the formation.
As expected, the tide changed when they joined the fight. What had been a one-sided massacre by Dustin became a fierce struggle, with the six men managing to hold him back. Neither side gained the upper hand as the fight continued.
If Dustinâs cultivation hadnât been sealed, dealing with these six would have been childâs play. Since he couldnât channel his mystical pure energy, he had to rely solely on his physical strength. This made things difficult, as his capabilities fell short compared to those of his opponents.
But now he had to face the six men in black while also staying on guard against potential ambushes from the surrounding martial artists, which added another layer of complexity to an already precarious situation.
âHmph! Letâs see how long you can last! âSeeing the situation was already under control, Hank couldnât help but curl his lips into a cold, mocking smile.
He admitted that Dustin was strong, but going against the Hall of Gods was sheer folly. With so many subordinates at his command, a basic swarm tactic would be enough to wear down Dustin, and victory was only a matter of time.
âTime to die, Rhys!â
At that moment, Garrett, who had been lying in wait among the crowd, finally made his move. He had harbored a long -standing grudge against Dustin but had to maintain a facade of respect before due to Dustinâs formidable strength.
Now that Dustin had betrayed the Hall of Gods and was surrounded by top elites, this was Garrettâs chance for revenge.
When Dustin exposed a weakness, Garrett wasted no time and lunged forward with his blade aimed at Dustinâs back. But just before it struck, a hand, hard like iron, shot out and caught his weapon mid-thrust.
âHuh?â Garrett suddenly turned his head and met Willardâs indifferent gaze.
âWillard! What the hell are you doing?â Garrettâs eyes flared with fury as he let out an angry roar.
He had finally spotted an opening to vent his pent-up frustration. But just as he was about to strike, his teammate stepped in the way and blocked his attack. Naturally, this made him even more irate.
âIâm not doing anything. I just donât like what youâre doing,â Willard said casually.
âAre you out of your mind? Weâre both working for the Hall of Gods. Are you seriously thinking of betraying us?â
Garrett spat and glared at him.
âYouâre right. I am betraying them,â
Willard admitted without hesitation.
âBastard, Iâll kill you first!â
Garrett twisted his blade to break free of Willardâs grip. Then, he swept it toward Willardâs neck in a deadly slash.
Willard took two steps back and effortlessly sidestepped the horizontal attack. He casually lifted his flask and took a sip. His nonchalant demeanor made it seem like Garrett wasnât even worth his attention.
âGo to hell!â Consumed by rage, Garrett swung his long blade in a flurry of relentless strikes, each aimed squarely at Willard.
But as Willard took another swig of wine, his eyes flashed with sudden intensity. A powerful, commanding presence radiated from him.
As Garrettâs blade came slashing down, Willard advanced instead of retreating. His palm struck the weapon with a resounding clang.
Garrettâs blade was knocked aside, and the immense force numbed his arm to the point where he almost lost his grip. Before he could react, Willard struck again. With blinding speed, his palm slammed into Garrettâs chest with explosive force. 2
Garrettâs entire body was flung back over ten yards and crashed heavily to the ground. Blood sprayed from his
mouth and nose, and he couldnât even get up.
âYou⦠How are you able to use internal energy?â He clutched his chest, his voice a mix of shock and fury.
Aside from the six men in black, everyone else in the area had their cultivation sealed, so no one should have been able to use internal energy.
Yet, Willardâs palm strike had carried the unmistakable power of a grandmasterâs internal energy. Garrett couldnât understand how Willard had bypassed the formationâs restrictions..