An Understated Dominance - Chapter 141

“Who is it?” The loud crash startled everyone.

At first, they thought someone had jumped off the building to end their life. But when they looked closer, they saw the person was still standing, holding a black umbrella in the rain. He had a mysterious presence that filled the air.

“Mr. Rhys! This man is dangerous! Run for your life!” Stephan shouted, panicking.

Dustin was there, and it puzzled them why he would face danger instead of fleeing. Was he looking for trouble?

“Hey, are you Dustin?” Dracor asked, eyeing him up and down, noticing his thin frame.

“Yes, that’s me,” Dustin replied calmly.

“You’ve got guts for not running away from me!” Dracor smirked.

“Why would I run? I’ve been waiting for you,” Dustin said with ease.

“Really?” Dracor raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “It’s been a while since I’ve seen someone as bold as you.”

“Mr. Rhys, he’s too strong! His skin is like armor, and his energy is overwhelming. Even if we team up, we can’t beat him! You should go get help from the Harmon family while I hold him off!” Stephan said, struggling to get up and protect Dustin.

“Mr. Chapman, it’s okay. I can handle this,” Dustin smiled, appreciating Stephan’s bravery.

Stephan was willing to risk his life to protect Dustin, even if it was not his own fight.

“Mr. Rhys, you don’t understand! This man is the guild master of the White Dragon guild and the best martial artist in Swinton! He’s far beyond us! Just escape while you can!”

“Give it your all!” Stephan urged.

Dustin was also a martial artist, but he could only use internal energy. In contrast, Dracor was a high-level martial artist who could manifest his energy externally. He had trained his body to be as tough as steel. Among high-level martial artists, he was one of the strongest. Defeating someone like Dustin, who was a lower-level martial artist, would be easy for him.

“Mr. Chapman, don’t worry. I can handle this,” Dustin said confidently.

“Mr. Rhys, you’re taking on more than you can handle! You’re still young and have a lot to learn. If you survive, there’s still hope for you to beat him one day. But right now, the most important thing is to stay alive!” Stephan said, feeling anxious.

Dustin felt frustrated. Did they really doubt him? He didn’t care if he faced a powerful opponent. Defeating a high-level martial artist was nothing to him.

“Enough talk! You’re both going to die here!” Dracor shouted, snapping his fingers.

At his command, his disciples charged at Dustin all at once.

“Mr. Rhys, run! I’ll hold them off!” Stephan gritted his teeth and threw himself into the crowd, trying to buy time for Dustin to escape.

Even though Stephan was badly injured, he pushed himself to take down as many opponents as he could. As his strength began to wane, Dracor’s disciples fell one by one, which only fueled Dracor’s anger.

“What a reckless fool!” Dracor’s face darkened.

With a powerful leap, he soared into the air and aimed for Stephan with an open palm.

“Come at me with everything you’ve got!” Stephan shouted, readying his fists for the fight.

With a loud blast, the two energies clashed, sending Stephan flying through the air like a rag doll, blood pouring from his mouth. Just before he hit the ground, Dustin caught him with one hand and stopped Dracor’s attack. He gently set Stephan down and gave him a reassuring pat on the back.

Dustin then stood tall and walked confidently toward Dracor.

“Wait, Mr. Rhys! I know you’re skilled, but you can’t take on Dracor! He’s not someone we can beat! He’s a monster! Please, take this chance to escape before it’s too late!” Stephan shouted, panic in his eyes as blood dripped down his face.

“Don’t worry, Stephan. In fact, Dracor is no match for me,” Dustin replied calmly.

Heavy raindrops pounded on his umbrella as he continued to advance toward Dracor.

“You should have listened to him, punk! Now it’s too late for regrets! You’ve lost your chance!” Dracor sneered, a menacing laugh escaping his lips.

He dug his feet into the ground and charged at Dustin like a bullet, intending to crush him with his powerful body.

“Mr. Rhys, be careful!” Stephan gasped, his face turning pale. Dracor was a top-level martial artist, one of the best in Swinton. Facing someone like him was asking for trouble!

Just when Stephan feared that Dustin might be killed, something incredible happened!

Even though Dracor slammed into Dustin like a tank, he didn’t budge an inch. Instead, Dustin reached out, grabbed Dracor by the neck, and lifted him off the ground.

Dracor dangled in the air like a helpless chicken, his muscular body kicking wildly, but he couldn’t break free from Dustin’s strong grip.

“Mr. Chapman, what were you saying just now?” Dustin asked, glancing back at Stephan with a smirk.

Dustin stood calmly in the pouring rain, holding an umbrella in one hand and Dracor dangling helplessly from the other.

Stephan couldn’t hear what Dustin had just said over the sound of the heavy downpour. He stared in shock at the sight before him. Dracor, who was usually so proud and arrogant, was now being held up like a puppet.

Stephan never imagined that someone like Dustin could restrain Dracor Milfroy with just one hand. Everything had happened so fast that Dracor didn’t even have a chance to fight back.

It was important to note that Dracor wasn’t just any fighter; he was a high-level martial artist with incredible strength.

How could Dustin possibly defeat someone like him all on his own? It was unbelievable!