Chapter 1184: A Little Prelude
The voice wasn’t particularly loud, but it cut through the chatter in the audience like a knife. An invisible weight descended, silencing the crowd.
Following the sound comes a rugged, white-bearded old man striding towards us, head held high.
The old man was clad in a black robe, his appearance weathered and his eyes sharp. The strong wind swirled around him, causing his robe to rustle like a flag in the wind.
There wasn’t any flashy display of power, yet an aura of gravitas and majesty surrounded him, akin to Thor, the Norse God of Thunder.
No need for any grand entrance; the mere presence of the old man demanded everyone’s attention.
This figure was none other than the leader of the Soul-suppressing Sect, Alexander Cheng!
“Oh my, Grandmaster Alexander Cheng is really here! Something significant is about to go down!”
“This young lad’s arrogance knows no bounds. Challenging Grandmaster Alexander Cheng? He’s gotten himself into a real mess now!”
“Why flaunt your prowess? Why not keep a low profile? It’s like he’s courting disaster. Now that Grandmaster Alexander Cheng has shown up, let’s see how this ends!”
“Talk about asking for trouble!”
Whispers and pointing fingers filled the air.
People glanced at Dustin with a touch of sympathy. His act had been too brazen, and it had successfully lured Grandmaster Alexander Cheng out. It was like lifting a rock only to drop it on one’s own foot.
“It’s finished, it’s truly finished,” Aria quivered, teetering on the brink of collapse.
Her lovely face wore an expression of despair.
“Damn! This lad is beyond foolish. He couldn’t just keep quiet, had to provoke a martial arts master. Isn’t that practically suicide? Don’t drag us into this mess!” Cameron muttered, panic-stricken.
No matter how self-assured he might be, he wouldn’t dare to be insolent in front of a martial arts master.
“Sigh… A true genius, and he might die here today,” Serena sighed, shaking her head with a heavy heart.
If Alexander Cheng hadn’t appeared, Dustin could have escaped unharmed. But now, there was no way out.
“Master! You’ve finally arrived!” Liam staggered forward to greet him.
“What happened? How did you get injured like this?” Alexander Cheng examined Liam up and down, a slight frown creasing his forehead.
“Master, an individual had the audacity to provoke the Soul-Suppressing Sect. Not only did he injure me, but he also spread false allegations, attempting to cause trouble for you. His insolence knows no bounds!” Liam exclaimed indignantly.
“Oh?” Alexander Cheng’s face darkened. “Who dares to challenge me?”
“Master, it’s him!” Liam pointed at Dustin, his voice dripping with disdain. “This kid is so arrogant; he doesn’t take you seriously at all.”
“Is that so?” Alexander Cheng turned his gaze towards Dustin, preparing to assert his dominance. However, upon seeing Dustin’s face, he froze, beads of cold sweat forming on his forehead.
A profound sense of dread washed over him.
The memory of the Black Forest remained vivid in his mind. Dustin’s final sword had been nothing short of astonishing, haunting both gods and demons. It had severed Jan Crane’s hand, dazzled Master Wary’s eyes, and even left him gravely injured.
He had yet to fully recover from that encounter, and that single sword had cast a long shadow over him.
Now that he was face to face with his nemesis, fear gripped him even before the battle had begun.
“Alexander Cheng, we meet again,” Dustin declared coldly, his eyes piercing. “Since Ronald Reeds hasn’t shown up yet, how about we have a little prelude, settling our old and new scores right here and now?”
At those words, Alexander Cheng trembled and felt an overwhelming sense of terror.
Then, to the astonishment of onlookers, he turned and fled without goodbyes…