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August 23, 2024

Chapter 2331 (August 23)

 

Bill Wolf died; his body was completely destroyed by Dustin's move.

Whatever kind of recovery ability and bloodline talent are useless in the face of absolute strength.

If he were to face human warriors, Dustin would naturally not kill them all. Unless he had any deep hatred, he would deliberately keep a thin line when doing so.

But the vampires are different. The two sides are already hostile towards each other and they will fight to the death in the ring.

Moreover, Bill Wolf has evil intentions and regards human beings as ants. This kind of guy is a scourge if left alive. It is better to eradicate him as soon as possible.

It is worth mentioning that when Bill Wolf shouted the word surrender, referee Zhang Qizhen had time to react and could have stopped him.

But Zhang Qizhen deliberately slowed down a beat, which was regarded as giving consent to Dustin's behavior.

After all, Father Adam and Black Kong had shown no mercy when attacking Dragonmarsh warriors, even desecrating the corpses afterward.

Under this premise, almost all the Dragonmarsh warriors share the same hatred and want to kill the three foreigners.

“Good! Well done!”

“Mr. Rhys is amazing! He’s bringing honor to Dragonmarsh!”

“Serves that blood clan right! So arrogant, now look at them! Hahaha…”

"..."

Seeing Bill Wolf destroyed, the audience burst into thunderous applause and cheers.

After losing two rounds to foreign opponents, the audience was fed up with being trampled on. Dustin’s victory over Bill Wolf brought them immense relief.

Dragonmarsh warriors may have their internal conflicts, but when facing foreign enemies, they unite.

This is the big picture.

“I didn’t expect Bill Wolf to die like that. This human warrior is no ordinary fighter,” Black Kong muttered under the ring, his eyes narrowing as he assessed Dustin.

Killing Bill Wolf wasn’t easy, and Black Kong knew he couldn’t do it yet, let alone as easily as this.

"This place is really full of hidden dragons and a crouching tiger. If any warrior can possess such power, winning the championship won’t be easy," Father Adam's eyes flickered.

He initially thought that with Bill Wolf's strength, it would be no problem to break into the quarterfinals.

Unexpectedly, the opponent was killed right after the start, without a trace left behind.

Without this key ally, winning the championship became much more challenging.

It’s also worth mentioning that Bill Wolf had a special status.

Now that he was dead, the Demon Feast Alliance would certainly seek revenge, likely aiding the pantheon of gods against Dragonmarsh.

This was good news for them.

"The eighth game is over, congratulations to player No. 8 for winning!" Zhang Qizhen quickly announced the results of the game.

For a time, the applause from the audience became even more enthusiastic.

Dustin's new identity has made him famous and is appreciated by many powerful forces.

In particular, the three giants of the Dragonmarsh were already vying to recruit him.

"Sect Master, the investigation has been completed."

At this time, an elder of the Celestial Alliance suddenly walked up behind Xiao Wuming and reported in a low voice: "This young man's name is Dustin Rhys, and his identity is quite mysterious. When the young lady was poisoned and in danger, Dustin saved her just in time. She later offered him a generous sum and made him a guest official of the Celestial Alliance.”

“Excellent! It’s true that heroes emerge from the young!” Xiao Wuming couldn't help but his eyes lit up and his face looked overjoyed.

He really didn't expect that Dustin not only saved his daughter, but also became a guest of Celestial Alliance.

He didn't have to do anything at all to get a top talent in his pocket. It was so wonderful!

"You two, you must have heard this, right? This guy is already a guest of our Celestial Alliance, so don't waste your efforts anymore." Xiao Wuming smiled proudly.

Though he had no son, his two daughters were remarkable. Today, they had brought him an unexpected gift.

Looking at the triumphant Xiao Wuming, Hong Xingchao frowned. Just when he was about to say something, an elder from the Sword Sect stepped forward and whispered a few words in his ear.

After listening, Hong Xingchao's brows quickly relaxed and a sneer appeared on his lips.

Meanwhile, Penelope Solace, upon hearing her subordinates’ report, became calmer and more indifferent.

"Sect Master Xiao, don't be too happy. Everyone knows that a guest minister is just a false position without real power or obligations. Therefore, Dustin is not considered a member of your Celestial Alliance." Hong Xingchao said coldly.

"It doesn't matter. Dustin is now a guest. After the competition is over, I will promote him to an elder immediately. In this way, Sect Leader Hong will have no objections, right?" Xiao Wuming smiled half-heartedly.

“An elder? Haha… that depends on whether Dustin is interested!” Hong Xingchao retorted.

“Actually, Dustin is very close to several of our Sword Sect disciples --- practically life-and-death friends. I also plan to accept him as my personal disciple and teach him our Sword Sect’s exclusive secrets. How can you compete with that? And by the way, Dustin practices swordsmanship!”

As soon as these words came out, the smile on Xiao Wuming's face slowly disappeared, and a cold light flashed in his eyes.

Being able to become the direct disciple of the master of the Sword Sect is a dream for all swordsmen.

If Hong Xingchao continues to lure Dustin with the secret method of the Sword Sect, it is really possible to win Dustin over.

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