Chapter 1172: The Martial Alliance’s Buzz
The next morning, the atmosphere was buzzing with excitement at the headquarters of the Martial Alliance.
Since the news of Dustin challenging Ronald had spread yesterday, the entire martial world was in an uproar.
Martial sects and martial practitioners from all corners flocked to witness this extraordinary showdown.
Dustin’s reputation as a Young Grandmaster had long reverberated throughout the Balermo martial world. His feats in martial tournaments, defeating the Grandmaster Augustus, and his stunning performance in the Black Forest had turned him into a legend, widely celebrated.
Countless young martial aspirants regarded Dustin as their idol and inspiration.
As for Ronald, his reputation was even more daunting.
He was the leader of the Balermo Martial Alliance and the number one martial artist in the world of martial arts, a figure that could awe anyone.
The clash between a Young Grandmaster and the martial world’s leader, the confrontation of two mighty titans, naturally drew an enormous crowd.
At this moment, the entrance to the Martial Alliance was swarmed with people.
Martial sects and schools of all sizes in Balermo sent their representatives.
The likes of the Skycrane Sect, the Shinefield Sect, the Soul-suppressing Sect, the Temple of Boundless Compassion, the Galewind Hall, and the Stellar Gate, among others, all came to witness the event.
Some of these sects still harbored resentment toward Dustin due to the Black Forest incident, and they saw this as an opportunity to kick him while he was down.
In many people’s eyes, Dustin’s challenge to Ronald was like a moth flying into a flame, a path to self-destruction.
As the sun rose, the gates of the Martial Alliance finally opened.
Representatives from various sects began to enter.
In no time, the martial arena was filled to capacity, leaving some smaller sects and latecomers standing, unable to secure a spot.
To maintain order and prevent any disruptions, the Martial Alliance had deployed an enforcement team.
“Hey! What do you mean by this? Why won’t you let us in?” A commotion erupted at the entrance to the Martial Alliance.
Several young men and women were blocked by Law Enforement from entering.
“The martial arena is already full, no more entry. If you have a problem with that, go back where you came from,” the team leader of the Law Enforement said bluntly.
“No more entry? Then how did they get in?” A sweet-faced girl with twin ponytails pointed at a group that had just entered, clearly dissatisfied.
“They’re from the Crimson Cloud Sect, a prominent sect in the Balermo martial world. Can you compare yourselves to them?” The team leader of the Law Enforement spoke coldly.
“Hey! Look down on us, do you? So what if it’s the Crimson Cloud Sect? We’re from the Zenithblade Order, and we’re no less than them!” The twin-tailed girl argued logically.
“That’s right! We won’t stand for this discrimination! What gives the Crimson Cloud Sect the right to enter while we can’t?” Other martial practitioners joined in the protest.
“What Zenithblade Order? I’ve never heard of it. It sounds like some small sect from the middle of nowhere. Get lost and stop causing trouble here!” The enforcement team leader was growing impatient.
Do you… do you really look down on us so much?”
At this moment, a man in green suddenly stepped forward and shouted, “I am Cameron Steele, the senior disciple of the Zenithblade Order, and I am destined to become a generation’s Grandmaster! I warn you, let us in now, or when I rise to fame, you won’t be able to beg for our presence!”
“A Grandmaster?!” The enforcement team leader sneered and gave Cameron a resounding slap, sending him tumbling to the ground. He cursed, “What a load of nonsense! If you can become a generation’s Grandmaster, then I’m a future immortal!”