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Everyone was astounded to witness Dustin sending the two semi-grandmasters flying with only two slaps.
After all, given their formidable skills, they definitely stood a chance against an ordinary grandmaster. Instead, a
single encounter was all it took to leave them seriously injured.
This demonstrated Dustin's terrifying strength and hinted that the rumors of him defeating Alexander, the
Frostwing Sect's leader, held struth.
"Attack!"
Bertha and Chester shared a determined look before launching a simultaneous assault on Dustin from both
sides.
Bertha, wielding the Harmony dual swords, employed deft and crafty moves.
Each strike of her blade targeted vital points, making it challenging to defend against. The execution resembled
a butterfly dance. It was a lethal and mesmerizing display.
On the other hand, Chester wielded a golden broadsword capable of slicing through iron like butter. His weapon
was a precious treasure passed down to him through generations in his sect.
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Refined and cultivated by three successive sect leaders, it not only amplified one's cultivation but also multiplied
its power when paired with the exclusive blade techniques of the Embersteel Order.
Every move carried tremendous force, seemingly capable of shaking the Earth's foundation. The sheer might of
his strikes compelled even those more skilled than him to dodge his attacks.
As Bertha and Chester initiated their attacks, the remaining semi-grandmasters refused to be outdone and
launched their assaults simultaneously.
From all directions, they converged on Dustin.
In the face of their encirclement, Dustin suddenly stomped forcefully on the ground and shot into the sky like a
cannonball, crashing through the roof and disappearing from sight.
"Where do you think you're going?"
With their attacks missing their target, Bertha immediately soared into the air, passing through the hole in the
roof, and chased after Dustin. Everyone else followed closely behind.
Upon exiting the inn, they found that Dustin hadn't fled far. Instead, he was seen standing in the courtyard,
waiting in silence.
"Surround him!"
On Bertha's command, the figures of several skilled fighters flickered, forming yet another encirclement and
trapping Dustin within.
Dustin was unfazed in the face of their movements. Standing with his hands behind his back, he wore a calm
expression. He didn't appear to take them seriously.
In fact, he had left the inn because he felt restrained by the confined space. He would inadvertently harm his
allies if he lost control of his strength.
However, it was different now. Dustin was in a spacious courtyard with surrounding walls. It provided ample room
for a proper battle.
"You're from the Embersteel Order and Harmony Sect, aren't you?"
Dustin glanced around and said coldly, "We have no grievances, so why this assassination attempt?"
"Huh?" The group was shocked to have their identities exposed.
They wore masks and were covered in all black, so how did Dustin recognize them?
"We're here for the treasures. We might consider sparing your life if you surrender them without resistance!"
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"So, you're here for treasure?"
Dustin shook his head as he responded, "It's a pity. You're too late. I've already shipped all my treasures away
from here. | have nothing onnow."
"Nothing?" Bertha snorted.
"Did you think we would believe you?"
Bertha had sent someone to monitor the inn the entire time. Nothing would have escaped her watchful eyes.
She was certain that nobody from Grace's team had ever left the village.
"Kid, if you know what's good for you, you'd hand over the treasures. It's better for everyone that way. There's no
need to risk your life for worldly possessions!" Chester proclaimed, wielding his golden broadsword with a
piercing gaze.
"Seems like there's no way to settle this peacefully today." Dustin's momentum grew. "I never intended on
resorting to violence, but if you push me, don't blme for being merciless."
Dustin desired no conflict, but he wasn't afraid of it either. If these people retreated now, he could pretend
nothing had happened. Otherwise, it would only lead to bloodshed.
"Hmph! Obstinate fool!"
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