Novel Palace
Chapter 1166
Chapter 1166
Chapter 1166: Thunderstorm’s Uncle
“Damn! Is this pretty boy really that good? He even defeated Erik?” Evan was astonished.
“Am I seeing things? An elite disciple of the Balermo Martial Alliance can’t even defeat an unknown
guy?” Mia was in a daze. This is property © of NôvelDrama.Org.
“He’s such a waste! He looks strong, but he can’t take a single hit!” Florence frowned, visibly
displeased.
“Could this Dustin guy have used some dirty tricks?” Julie and Aunt Victoria exchanged suspicious
glances.
Just moments ago, Thunderstorm had been imposing and invincible, and they had assumed that
Dustin was sure to be defeated. They never expected this outcome.
Was Dustin really that formidable, or was Thunderstorm all talk and no action?
“What do you think? Surrender or not?” Dustin asked, one leg still pinning Thunderstorm down.
“Who… who are you?” Thunderstorm gritted his teeth, attempting to struggle to his feet, but found
Dustin’s leg weighing him down like a thousand pounds, preventing him from moving.
“Never mind who I am. I just want to know if you’re going to surrender or not?” Dustin applied more
pressure with his single leg.
With a series of cracking sounds, the ground beneath Thunderstorm’s knees shattered as Dustin
continued to exert pressure.
“I surrender, damn it!” Thunderstorm roared. “Do you even know who I am? If you harm me, I promise
you’ll have nowhere to bury your corpse!”
“Oh? Is that so?” Dustin sneered and slowly withdrew his leg.
Thunderstorm, like a prisoner released from captivity, gasped for breath.
“Hmph! You know what’s good for you!” Evan, thinking that Dustin was afraid of the Balermo Martial
Alliance, breathed a sigh of relief.
“Hehehe…” Thunderstorm, still on his knees, suddenly grinned. “Kid, you were so cocky just now. What
happened? You got scared as soon as you heard about the Balermo Martial Alliance? Are you afraid to
fight me now?”
Swaying as he stood up, Thunderstorm pointed a finger at Dustin’s chest, taunting, “Come on… you
wanted to hurt me, didn’t you? I’ll lend you some courage. Go ahead, dare to make a move?”
“Be glad that you’re still alive. Don’t try to provoke me again,” Dustin warned coldly.
Although the Balermo Martial Alliance was formidable, it didn’t necessarily mean he was afraid of them.
“What if I provoke you again? Do you dare to challenge the Balermo Martial Alliance?” Thunderstorm
continued to jab his finger into Dustin’s chest, being confrontational. “Let me tell you the truth, I’m not
only a disciple of the Balermo Martial Alliance, but I’m also the nephew of the Martial Arts Alliance
Leader, Ronald Reeds! I have power, status, and connections. Why would you dare to fight me? Now, I
order you to immediately disable both your hands and kneel on the ground to apologize to me!
Otherwise, not only will I kill you, but I’ll also make your relatives, friends, and your women accompany
you in death!”
“Did you hear that? Kneel and apologize!” Brayden shouted.
“Hmph! So what if you can fight? Without power and connections, in the end, you’ll still be oppressed
by others,” the crowd whispered, their eyes filled with mockery.
No matter how skilled someone was in martial arts, they were still just martial artists in front of powerful
figures.
This was the reality, and the insurmountable gap.
Small roles should have the awareness of being small roles.
“What did you just say? You’re Ronald Reeds’s nephew?” Dustin’s face darkened.
“That’s right! Ronald Reeds is my uncle! What are you going to do about it? Are you afraid now? Are
you going to kneel for me…” Before Thunderstorm could finish his sentence, Dustin suddenly reached
out and grabbed his neck, lifting him into the air.
“Since you’re related to Ronald Reeds, then you can go die!” Dustin said coldly, then snapped
Thunderstorm’s neck with a sudden squeeze.