An Understated Dominance by Marina Vittori

Chapter 1207

An Understated Dominance by Marina Vittori Chapter 1207

Dustin stood on the stage with his sword in hand. He alone was enough to intimidate all the other martial artists. They all stoodaround hesitantly, not daring to be the first ones to make a move.

But such a reaction from them angered Woody to no end.

“Hey! What are you all afraid of? Powerful as he may be, he’s just one person! “If you all attacked at once, you can easily slashhim into pieces!”

Seeing that he failed to stir a reaction among them, Woody turned his attention to the leaders of the various guilds. He startedcalling them out one by one, “Sir Crane, Sir Williams, Father Orson, Sir Rosen, and Sir Bilmet.

“As leaders of the martial arts scene, you should stand up and be role models for the rest. Lead your disciples and get rid of thecriminal!”

“Uh...” When they heard what Woody said, Theodore and the rest looked around awkwardly. They could hype others up andsupport the Martial Arts Union verbally. But they’d think twice about putting their lives on the line and fighting Dustin.

He had, after all, been capable of killing Ronald. Who was to say he wouldn’t be a threat to them too? If they took things too far,they might even lose their lives! So, things were awkward as they stood.novelbin

The regular martial artists were no threat to Dustin. Meanwhile, the experts treasured their lives too much to lead the battle. Fora moment, things came to a standstill.

“What a disorderly bunch!” Woody was beyond frustrated. All these martial artists were undisciplined and unreliable. Had it beenthe enforcement team from the Martial Arts Union, they'd have carried out his orders without any hesitation.

As things stood, the only way out of their predicament was for him to personally take action. At that thought, a cold gleamappeared in Woody’s eyes. He nocked the arrow on the bow and drew the bowstring.

The arrowhead made of darksteel was aimed straight at Dustin’s heart. The bow creaked as the bowstring was drawn taut. Thesound made one’s scalp crawl.

That was a custom-made bow that weighed ten thousand pounds. Regular martial artists would not be able to pull the bowstring.Not even if they used both their hands and feet and put in every ounce of their energy.

But Woody had drawn the bowstring so tight that the bow arched into a crescent shape. It was clear just how tremendous hisstrength was.

When Woody had drawn the bowstring as far as it could go, he released his hold on the arrow. It shot out like a bullet. The arrowlaunched toward Dustin’s chest with a momentum that could split the earth. The speed was so unbelievably fast that the arrowwas nothing but a blur at best.

“What a powerful shot!”

All the expert martial artists were astonished by what they saw. None of them had expected such strength from Woody. It was noexaggeration to say that in an assault, this shot could kill a strong grandmaster!

As expected of a member of the Martial Arts Union! His skills were out of this world! Just as the arrow was about to hit its target,a figure descended from the sky.

The person landed right in front of Dustin, standing between him and the arrow. Then, he effortlessly pinched Woody's arrowbetween his fingers. Due to the force of the impact, the arrow’s tail quivered wildly. It resembled the tail of a fish swimmingagainst the currents.

But as it was trapped between the person’s fingers, the arrow remained where it was no matter how hard it shook.

“Decent shooting skills. Slightly lacking in strength, though.”

The person who had caught the arrow was a disheveled old man. He was crippled and blind in one eye and carried a hip flaskaround his waist.

He was unkempt and scruffy, looking like a beggar.“What?”Woody’s eyes twitched as an expression of bewilderment came over him.

He had put every bit of his energy into that shot. Besides, the tip of the arrow was made of darksteel and was exceptionallysharp. Not even someone who had reached grandmaster level dared to brave such a shot.

Never in his dreams had he ever expected a full-forced shot from him to be intercepted. And with just two fingers, at that!

Who the hell was that old man? And how could he be so powerful?