An Understated Dominance - Chapter 235

“Mr. Rhys?” Otto and his friends were shocked by Stephan’s respectful behavior towards Dustin. They never expected the famous Mr. Chapman to come forward specifically for Dustin, much less greet him with such admiration.

What was going on? “Mr. Chapman, it’s been a while. Your skills seem to have improved,” Dustin said, noticing the changes in Stephan right away.

“It’s all thanks to the Gemiphen you gave me,” Stephan replied gratefully. “Not only did it heal my injuries, but it also helped me gain enough strength for a small breakthrough.”

“Really? Then congratulations are in order,” Dustin said with a slight smile.

“Mr. Rhys, I think you deserve a better seat than this. How about we move to the reserved seats for the Harmon family?” Stephan suggested, still polite.

“Sure. This place is full of pests anyway. I’d prefer to be around people,” Dustin agreed, accepting the offer.

As they prepared to leave, Otto couldn’t help but speak up. “Mr. Chapman—”

“What?” Stephan turned, his expression suddenly cold. He treated Otto very differently than he had treated Dustin.

“Mr. Chapman, I’m Otto Marsh. We met before, and you gave me some advice too,” Otto tried to change the situation to his advantage.

“I’ve given advice to many people. But I don’t remember you at all,” Stephan said dismissively before walking away.

Otto froze, embarrassment washing over him. It was humiliating to have bragged for so long, only to be rejected so harshly.

“Who is that kid anyway? How did he get to know Mr. Chapman?” someone in the crowd wondered.

to me,” Maximus Kane said confidently, a smirk on his face.

Julie shook her head in disbelief. “He looks like a spoiled pretty boy, all because of Ms. Harmon’s influence. If it weren’t for her, Mr. Chapman wouldn’t even acknowledge someone like him!”

Otto nodded, his expression full of disdain. “After all the fuss, he’s just a leech living off the Harmon family’s reputation. I can’t believe I ever thought he was someone important!” He sighed, relieved but still contemptuous. True strength, he believed, came from relying on oneself, not on others.

“Finally, come sit!” Natasha called out when she spotted Dustin. She gestured for him to join her.

Dustin didn’t hesitate. He took his seat gracefully and warned, “Boulderthorn is well-prepared this time. Be cautious.”

Quentin, sitting beside Natasha, laughed. “No need to worry! With the King of Kicks on our side, victory is guaranteed!”

Dustin smiled lightly but didn’t respond further.

As conversations buzzed around them, another group entered from the right passageway. At the front was a man in white, around thirty years old. His sharp eyebrows and commanding presence caught everyone’s attention as they parted to let him through easily.

This was Maximus Kane, the principal disciple of Mr. Williams, followed closely by Brody Williams and his entourage.

Tension filled the air as the two groups faced each other.

“Ms. Harmon, I admire your bravery in accepting my challenge, but today, victory will be mine,” Maximus declared, his confidence evident.

“None other than Boulderthorn!” Brody was the first to speak.

“Words don’t matter. Show me with your actions if you really believe that,” Natasha replied, unimpressed.

“I will! Today’s fight will be different—there will be no limits on the number of rounds or participants. The last person standing in the ring will be the winner. What do you think?”

“I have no objections to that,” Natasha said, nodding. They both knew that to make this fight meaningful, they had to make the other side truly submit.

Once they agreed, both sides began getting ready.

Soon, the first match began.

Boulderthorn was the first to enter the ring. Their first contestant was a very large man. Every step he took made his loose flesh shake.

The sight of him was quite funny.

As he climbed into the ring, he held a leg of roasted mutton in one hand, tearing into the meat with enthusiasm.