Female Novel
Chapter 632
Chapter 632
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 themiddle.
“The one with a ninety percent chance,” Paul answered with a smile, his eyes crinkling.
“Ninety percent?” Phil smiled. “You've got a good eye, Sir Paul. You could tell that my son had an ace up his sleeve, so heshould 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 onewould dare question what Paul said, so if Paul said that there’s a ninety percent winning chance, it must be true. Although therewas ten percent left, it was more than enough for him.
Paul glanced 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 platform as the air turned heavy. Instantly, the entire platformbegan to shake as cracks spread everywhere.novelbin
“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 definitelydie.” Claudia 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 getdefeated.
“Are things finally going to end now?” Phil smirked. Although Dustin had surprised him several. times, the man was still no matchfor 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 hesilently prayed for Dustin. Natasha and her sister were also waiting anxiously after hearing that Dustin only had a ten percentchance 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 theirleader lost, the Doyle family was going to completely 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 andswung his blade 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.
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“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 mouthful of blood beforecollapsing to the ground.