As long as Terry wanted to, it shouldn’t be hard for him to defeat Dustin.


    “Sir Paul, who do you think will win?” Hector suddenly turned his attention to Paul, who sat in the


    middle.


    “The one with a ny percent chance,” Paul answered with a smile, his eyes crinkling.


    “Ny percent?” Phil smiled. “You’ve got a good eye, Sir Paul. You could tell that my son had an ace


    up his sleeve, so he should be able to win.”


    Phil had been getting worried that his son might lose, but Paul’s words reassured him. As a


    Grandmaster martial artist, no one would dare question what Paul said, so if Paul said that there’s a


    ny percent winning chance, it must be true. Although there was ten percent left, it was more than


    enough for him.


    Paul nced at Phil, who was full of confidence, but didn’t say anything, a knowing smile on his face.


    “Tempest of the Eighteen Swords!” A voice bellowed from the tform as the air turned heavy.


    Instantly, the entire tform began to shake as cracks spread everywhere.


    “Terry is finally going to use his best move! That’s the end of that bastard!” Maggie shouted animatedly.


    “One doesn’t use ‘Tempest of the Eighteen Swords unless extremely necessary, but when they do,


    their opponents will definitely die.” udia narrowed her eyes.


    “Let’s see what you’ll do now!” Gordon and his friends’ eyes were glued to the ring, not wanting to miss


    seeing Dustin get defeated.


    “Are things finally going to end now?” Phil smirked. Although Dustin had surprised him several. times,


    the man was still no match for his son.


    “As long as you withstand this blow, you’ll still have a chance to turn things around. Good luck!”


    Hector’s fists clenched as he silently prayed for Dustin. Natasha and her sister were also waiting


    anxiously after hearing that Dustin only had a ten percent chance of living.


    “You’ve got to hold on, Sir Rhys! We’re depending on you!” Nelson and his men were worried for


    Duntin. They knew that if their leader lost, the Doyle family was going topletely get rid of their


    gang.


    “Tempest of the Eighteen Swords’! It’s time for you to die!” Terry shouted. He gathered all his strength


    into a single strike and swung his de toward Dustin.


    Bang!


    The cracked arena began crumbling. Dust and debris flew into the air, making it hard for people to keep


    their eyes open.


    After some time, the dust finally settled, and only one man was standing among the wreckage- Terry.


    “We won!” The Doyle family was overjoyed to see this, and the audience began cheering.


    “You’re amazing, Mr. Terry!”


    “No wonder he’s ranked thirteenth on The Heavenly Immortals!”


    “Today’s battle was eye-opening. He is indeed a genius.”


    The audience was grinning widely as they sang praises to him.


    Terry smiled from where he stood atop the wreckage. Suddenly, he doubled over and spat out a


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