Chapter 2332
“Frankly, my fellow sect leaders, this young man has deep ties with my Mystic Arts Order, so the outcome is still uncertain.”
Penelope Solace spoke suddenly, her thin lips curling into a knowing smile. Moments earlier, a subordinate had informed her that
Dustin was quite close to her granddaughter, Abigail.
Since joining the church, Abigail had shown no interest in any man. If this were their first encounter, she wouldn’t be so familiar
with Dustin.
Though Dustin had altered his appearance, Abigail had likely deduced his identity.
If nothing unexpected happens, this young man should be Dustin Rhys, who sits atop the Legendary List and is the future King
of West Lucozia. Expecting him to join a martial arts sect is far-fetched.
Even if Dustin agreed, the court would never allow it.
Of course, Penelope’s goal wasn’t really to win an argument—she just wanted to stir up trouble. She was eager to see the
expressions on the two clan leaders’ faces after they quarreled and ended up with nothing. The thought amused her.
“Master Solace, martial artists have always kept their distance from your Mystic Arts Order. Besides, your Order’s skills aren’t
suitable for ordinary people. Why get involved?” Cyrus Hadley remarked coolly.
“Exactly, Master Solace. Some things just aren’t meant to be. I don’t think this boy is destined for your Mystic Arts Order, so let’s
drop it,” Alloy Marshall chimed in.
Although Alloy and Cyrus were rivals, he welcomed any chance to eliminate a potential threat.
“How can you be so sure without trying? Perhaps this boy is drawn to the profound techniques of our Mystic Arts Order,”
“Then we shall see,” Cyrus responded calmly.
He was confident that, given the Sword Union’s reputation and his personal guidance, no young person would refuse his offer.
After all, the Sword Union has always been revered as the holy land of swordsmen.
Every swordsman dreams of joining the Sword Union, which is his greatest advantage.
“If you’re both so interested, I’m willing to see this through to the end,” Alloy Marshall said with a smile, saying no more. Dustin
was already a guest of the Celestial Alliance and was close to his two daughters, Kassidy and Noemi. If he could bring them
together, he might even gain a son-in-law.
After all, his daughters were stunning beauties. If things worked out, the status of son-in-law might outweigh that of a direct
disciple.
After Dustin left the ring as the victor, the competition continued.
Referee Orion Foster stepped onto the stage and announced loudly, “The ninth match is about to begin. Contestant No. 9 and
Contestant No. 24, please take the stage!”
As soon as he finished speaking, a young man dressed in black with cold eyes walked onto the stage. He wore half a Shura
mask and carried a massive black-gold box on his back. Don’t forget to visit our main site, naijdate.com, for the fastest updates.
The box was two feet wide and six feet long, resembling a small coffin, and hung diagonally on his back.
The masked man placed the box on the ground with a dull thud that caused the arena to tremble slightly.
“Carrying a black-gold box and wearing a Shura mask—could this be the Tardif Sect’s genius, Sam Dawson?”
Someone quickly recognized him as he stood still.
“They say Sam Dawson is highly skilled in cultivation, a master of hidden weapons and poisons, and extremely lethal. If you
cross him, you could lose a limb or worse.”
“That black-gold box must be the Tardif Sect’s sacred weapon, the Thousand Machine Box. It’s said to hold thousands of hidden
weapons, and once unleashed, even a martial arts master would be torn to pieces. Terrifying!”
“He’s brought the Tardif Sect’s sacred artifact—the Thousand Machine Box. Sam Dawson is aiming for the championship!”
The audience buzzed with whispers.
All the warriors on the Legendary List were top talents, and Sam Dawson was no exception.
He had reached the level of a master at a young age and mastered the art of hidden weapons and poisons.
In terms of sheer lethality, Sam Dawson could easily rank in the top three on the Legendary List.
With the Tardif Sect’s sacred weapon, the Thousand Machine Box, in his possession, he was indeed a strong contender for the
championship.
“What a headache... Why did I have to face such a powerful opponent right from the start?”
Easton Foster, sitting among the Sacred Wyrm Summit disciples, looked at the number in his hand and felt a sense of dread.
He had planned to coast through the competition, hoping to slip into the top eight.
But now, in the very first match, he had drawn a formidable opponent from the Legendary List—one who was especially difficult
to deal with.
“Contestant No. 24, please take the stage!”
Seeing Easton’s hesitation, Orion Foster called out again, his gaze sharp and unyielding.
His eyes seemed to say, “If you dare back out, I’ll make you regret it.”
With no choice, Easton Foster reluctantly stood up and headed toward the ring. If he could, he would have forfeited right then.
Fighting and killing didn’t appeal to him; he’d rather go home and sleep.
But the elders had made it clear—if he didn’t secure a good ranking, his life would be anything but peaceful. With no other
option, he had to push forward.