Miles had thought Fenley was the only hero in the Celestial Alliance, but now, another figure appeared-the Spearhawk, Vincent.


    It was worth mentioning that Vincent was roughly the same age as Miles, but his skills far surpassed Miles. After all, Miles couldn’t even withstand a single blow from Marco.


    Vincent not only held his own against Marco but also appeared to have the upper hand. This was enough to showcase Vincent’s formidable skills.


    “Dustin, who do you think woulde out victorious?” Dalen asked as he observed the battle.This text is ? N?velDrama/.Org.


    “Vincent’s techniques have undoubtedly reached peak mastery. He also has richbat experience. If they were at the same level, Vincent has a better chance of winning,” Dustimented.


    “Hmph! Please, even a blind person could tell,” Ruby snorted.


    Vincent’s attacks were so aggressive that Marco couldn’t even fight back. Anyone could tell who was the stronger party between them.


    Dustin shot a nce at Ruby and responded calmly, “Vincent would only win if they were martial artists of the same level. However, Marco’s true cultivation far surpasses Vincent’s.”


    “Nonsense!” Ruby snorted, growing annoyed.


    “If that brat is as good as you im, why isn’t he retaliating? Why is he constantly pushed back by Vincent’s attacks? You’re just pretending like you know what you’re saying to sound impressive!”


    Ruby equated Dustin’s actions to atraitor. How could a martial artist from Dragonmarsh praise the enemy?


    “We’ll see.” Dustin didn’t bother exining since it wouldn’t change anything.


    Following the earlier battles, Dustin had already noticed that Marco was actually a martial arts grandmaster with a cultivation much stronger than Vincent’s.


    Marco had merely held back his strength, intending topete with Vincent on equal footing.


    However, on equal footing, Marco waspletely outmatched by Vincent’s formidable techniques, leading to the current situation where Marco found himself always on the defensive.


    But this was just what could be observed from the surface. In reality, Marco could fight back anytime hewanted and overpower Vincent with the formidable cultivation of a grandmaster.


    In other words, Marco could win whenever he chose to.


    “Surging Dragon!” Having run out of patience, Vincent went all out and unleashed his ultimate skill.


    Holding his spear with both hands, he gathered momentum by pulling back before thrusting forward with tremendous force.


    A thunderous st rang out.


    A dazzling light burst forth from Vincent’s silver spear, releasing vast amounts of true energy which transformed into a colossal silver dragon head.


    The dragon head appeared lifelike, with bared fangs and ws, carrying anoverwhelming presence as it roared at Marco.


    Everywhere it passed, winds howled, debris flew, and the sky changed color.


    “What a great skill!” Marco suddenly burst out intoughter. He stood firm as he watched the dragon head charge at him.


    With both hands gripping his Demon sword tightly, he tapped on the ground. Leaping high into the air, he shed down heavily on the dragon’s head.


    At that moment, the energy of a grandmaster surged from his body, forming a phantom of an armored warrior.


    The warrior stood about ten feet tall and was unusually robust. His armor was ck, and in his hands was a blood -red curved longsword.


    The moment Marco swung his sword down, the ck-armored warrior mirrored his actions. In that instant, the blood-red, curved longsword and the silver dragon head collided.