An eerie silence hung over the scene. The spectators were wide-eyed at the sight of Tatum’s lifeless


    body on the ground. They struggled to make sense of the oue, as it was totally out of their


    expectations.


    They had assumed that Dustin would be defeated when Tatum used his signature attack. To their


    shock, Dustin sent Tatum flying with a p. It was a sight that no one would have believed unless they


    saw it for themselves. They could not help but wonder about the reason behind the Fanatic de’s


    shameful loss. Was it a momentary slip-up, or was Dustin simply too powerful?


    “Heavens! Did I see it wrong? Was Tatum… defeated?”


    “A sight that was unseen and unheard of!”


    After moments of utter silence, the audience exploded in a raucous chatter, punctuated by


    exmations and expressions of shock, astonishment, confusion, and disbelief. No one had expected


    that the Fanatic de, one of the Heavenly Immortals, had been taken down by Dustin. “T-that’s


    impossible. How did that little rascal beat Tatum? He must have pulled off some fishy tricks!” Brody


    shook his head furiously, refusing to believe in the oue. Meanwhile, Luther frowned grimly. “He’s


    really a freak.”


    On the other hand, Abby and the others were too stunned beyond speech at the result. “This can’t be


    right! Is Tatum defeated?”


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    “Is that Dustin’s real capability? He’s really extraordinary!” Maximus looked on with admiration.. No one


    else could send the Fanatic de flying across the air.


    “Aagh!” At that moment, Tatum suddenly let out a feral roar, and his body shot up from the ground. In


    stark contrast to his confidence and arrogance from before, he was transformed into a wild beast that


    was provoked.


    “Oh! He woke up! He’s indeed one of the Heavenly Immortals-” Dustin was surprised by Tatum’s


    comeback. Even martial artists who achieved divinity would fall unconscious for half a day after


    Dustin’s p.


    “You jerk! You’re done for! I’ll tear you into pieces today!” Tatum bellowed, his eyes looking angry and


    crazed. As the ace of the Royal Valor and a formidable martial artist ranked as a Heavenly Immortal, he


    had never experienced this degree of humiliation. Imagine getting pped and copsing onto the


    ground in front of countless pairs of eyes!


    “Someone get me my brass ring saber!” He turned around and yelled. Almost immediately, two men


    showed up carrying a weapon that was five feet long. It was heavy, thick, and wide, too difficult to be


    lifted by the average martial artist, not to mention waving it around.


    “Great! Tatum is finally getting serious!” Brody had a look of joy on his face as he felt calmer. There was


    a reason Tatum received the nickname Fanatic de. Tatum had two signature techniques, the first


    being Poseidon Punches, which was good for offensive and defensive y, and it was unpredictable as


    well. His second technique was the de of Gale!


    Rumors had it that once put in action, the de of Gale would render an area barren. Inparison to


    the punches, the de of Gale was more aggressive and ruthless, like a gust of


    strong wind that sted away all the leaves in its path, powerful and unstoppable!


    “He should have used the de from the start. A predator still needs to give it its all, even if it’s going


    after small prey.” Luther sighed in relief, knowing that having the de made a world of


    difference for Tatum.


    “I almost forgot that Tatum is the best in his de technique. Dustin is in trouble now.” Ralph narrowed


    his eyes and seemed pensive.


    “Hmph! Tatum must have lost the round earlier because he was careless. Now that he’s getting


    serious, he can take down ten Dustin Rhys!” Abby tossed her head back as though she had regained


    her confidence again.


    “Fuck! He agreed to a bare-handed fight, but he decided to get his de all of a sudden. He’s


    shameless!”