Chapter 141

  "Who is it?" The sudden explosion caught everyone by

surprise. Initially, they thought someone had committed suicide by

jumping off the building. However, after a good look, they realized the

figure who had jumped off the building was still standing tall. In his

hand, he was holding a black umbrella as he stood in the rain, giving off

an overwhelming and mysterious aura. "Mr. Rhys! This man's dangerous, run

for your life!" Stephan screamed his lungs out. that the White Dragon

guild was here, why did he join the fray instead of escaping? Was he

looking for death? "Punk, are you that Dustin guy?" Dracor sized Dustin

up, noting his thin and frail build. "Yes, it's me," Dustin replied. "You

got some guts for not running away from the sight of me, punk!" Dracor

smirked. "Why should I run? I was waiting for you," Dustin said

nonchalantly. "Really?" Dracor raised his eyebrows. "Interesting. It's

been a long time since I have last seen an arrogant punk like you." "Mr.

Rhys, he is too powerful for you! With his impenetrable skin and

overwhelming energy, even if we combine our attacks, we are no match for

him! Go and get support from the Harmon family while I'll hold him back!"

Stephan scrambled to stand up, using the last ounce of his strength to

help Dustin escape. "Mr. Chapman, it's alright. Leave the rest to me."

Dustin smiled, touched by his resolution. It was commendable that Stephan

was prepared to die to protect him, even though he was ordered by someone

else. "Mr. Rhys, you're still unaware of the situation. Not only is this

man the guild master of the White Dragon guild, but he is also the best

martial artist in Swinton! He is head and shoulders above both of us!

Just escape while you can!" Stephan urged. Although Dustin was a martial

artist as well, he could only harness internal energy. On the other hand,

as a high–level martial artist, Dracor already had the ability to

manifest his energy externally. In addition, he fortified his body to be

as impenetrable as steel. Even among the high–level martial artists, he

was considered one of the best. Defeating a lower–level martial artist

like Dustin would be a walk in the park! "Mr. Chapman, don't worry. I can

deal with this," Dustin reassured him. "Mr. Rhys, you are biting off more

than you can chew! You are still young and trainable. If you survive,

there is 1/3 Chapter 141 still hope for you to defeat him one day!

However, the most important thing right now is to stay alive!" Stephan

was getting anxicus. Dustin couldn't help but feel frustrated. Were his

words that unbelievable? He didn't even care if he went up against a

godlike opponent. Defeating a high–level martial artist was nothing.

"Shut your yapping! Today, both of you will die here!" Dracor snapped his

fingers. At his signal, his disciples swarmed all at once toward Dustin.

"Mr. Rhys, run! I'll hold them back!" Stephan gritted his teeth and

rushed into the middle of the crowd. He had to buy more time so that

Dustin could escape. Although Stephan was badly injured, he was still

able to tackle a large number of men by mustering up his remaining

energy. As Dracor's disciples were defeated one by one. Stephan's last–

ditch effort angered Dracor. "What a reckless idiot!" Dracor's expression

darkened. He leaped into the air and dove at Stephan with his palm open.

"Come at me with all you've got!" Stephan countered with his fists. As

Stephan's fist and Dracor's palm came into contact, a loud blast was

heard as their energies repelled each other. Stephan flew into the air

like a punching bag, blood spurting from his mouth. Before his limp body

crashed on the ground, Dustin caught him single–handedly and nullified

Dracor's attack. He placed Stephan down and patted him on the back

gently. After that, Dustin stood up and walked confidently toward Dracor.

"Wait a minute, Mr. Rhys! I know you have some skills, but you are no

match for Dracor! He is definitely not an opponent either you or I could

handle! He is a monster! Quick, grab this opportunity to escape before

it's too late!" Stephan shouted frantically, ignoring the blood dripping

down his face. "Don't worry, Stephan. On the contrary, he is no match for

me." Heavy raindrops splashed on his umbrella as Dustin continued walking

toward Dracor. "Punk, you should have listened to his advice! Now, it's

too late to regret it! You lost your chance!" Dracor laughed menacingly.

He dug his heels into the ground and shot out like an arrow in Dustin's

direction. He was planning to use his momentum and crush Dustin with his

body of steel! "Mr. Rhys, be careful!" Stephan's lace turned pale. Dracor

was a high–level martial artist and one of the best in Swinton. Going

squarely against an opponent of his caliber was just looking for trouble!

Just as Stephan thought that Dustin would die on the spot, a miracle

happened! 313 Even though Dracor had smashed into Dustin's body like a

tank, he did not move an inch. He reached out, grabbed Dracor by the

neck, and lifted him off the ground. Dracor's muscular body dangled in

the air like a chicken awaiting slaughter, his feet kicking frantically.

However, he could not escape from Dustin's iron grip. "Mr. Chapman, what

were you saying just now?" Dustin turned to Stephan and asked

nonchalantly, an umbrella in one hand and Dracor hanging helplessly from

the other. Dustin couldn't catch what Stephan had said to him just now

because of the heavy rain. Looking at the scene before him, Stephan was

dumbstruck. Dracor was dangling helplessly in the air like a puppet.

Never in his dreams had Stephan imagined that the proud and arrogant

Dracor Milfroy would be restrained by Dustin with just one hand.

Everything happened so quickly that Dracor had no chance to retaliate.

Besides, it had to be said that Dracor wasn't an average, run–of–the–mill

fighter. He was a high–level martial artist with formidable energy! How

could Dustin single–handedly defeat a martial artist like him? This was

ludicrous!