Chapter 476

"Ah!" There were a series of loud cries as the henchmen were caught off–

guard, falling to the floor one after another and rolling around in pain.

In a blink of an eye, the floor was littered with people. Everyone had a

fork or a knife lodged so deeply in their thighs that they couldn't even

pull it out.

"What?" Duncan couldn't help but be startled by the sight.

He had carefully handpicked these henchmen. All of them had gone through

extensive training and were highly skilled. Typically speaking, a ten–

against–

one battle would have ended in an overwhelming but predictable victory on

one side.

Yet, never in his dreams would he have expected that all of his men would

have fallen just like that.

Were cutleries supposed to be this deadly?

"What? That bastard is this strong?" Victoria couldn't help but be shell–

shocked by how nonchalant Dustin looked. In her mind, Dustin was just an

insignificant small fry.

How was he capable of that?

"Fuck! Turns out he's had some training. Why didn't he act sooner?" Terre

nce gritted his teeth, feeling the

soreness throughout his body. If Dustin had come to his rescue sooner, he

wouldn't have had to get beat up

for nothing!

Undoubtedly, that bastard just wanted to embarrass him!

"Rhys seems to be getting better and better at fighting."

Florence and the rest were secretly stunned. Although they knew that Dust

in was a decent fighter, seeing him

end a battle in a single second like that was shocking enough.

"You want to take revenge on me, but you only brought so few people? That

may be a tall order." Dustin

stared into Duncan's eyes and continued indifferently. "If you break one

of your arms and promise never to appear in front of me again, I may cons

ider letting you off this time."

"Letting me off?" After a

brief moment of surprise, Duncan burst into menacing laughter. "Punk, I'l

l admit that you've got something in you, and just any henchman is no mat

ch for you. However, if you think that victory is in your hands, then you

're majorly mistaken!"

"Hmm, are you saying you have another trick up your sleeve?" A shadow of

a smile crossed Dustin's face.

"Of course!" Duncan said with confidence. "After all, I'm here for reveng

e, so of course I made preparations. You're a good fighter, aren't

you? Well, I'll bring out someone who is an even better fighter than you

now!"

With that, he clapped his hands twice.

Suddenly, two men in tracksuits walked in. One was in his forties, while

the other was in his early twenties. From the looks of it, they had to be

father and son. Not only did their faces resemble each other's, but they

also had similar builds; both of them had burly figures sculpted from so

lid muscles, and veins popped through

their skin like earthworms. They looked terrifying.

"Punk, do you know who they are?" Duncan said gleefully. "They're the fam

ous Sander father–son duo of the martial world, Cobalt and Flint Sander!"

"The Sander father–son duo?" When

Terrence heard this, his expression immediately changed.

Others might not know it, but he knew very well how strong the Sanders we

re. The son, Flint, was already

ranked thirteenth

on the Hundred Immortals. Meanwhile, the father, Cobalt, was ranked secon

d!

What did being ranked second entail?

He was already far past the capabilities of the average person. He could

smash rocks with his hands and feet.

Rumor had it that when Cobalt was at his peak, he had challenged 27 dojos

in Millsburg in a row. Not to mention, he won every single time!

That alone was a testament to his immense power!