Dante glared at Dexter as he said, ” Today is a golden opportunity for you to redeem yourself.
“If you manage to defeat Dustin and overcome your inner demons, your martial arts cultivation will reach new heights!”
Dexter flinched. He wanted to retort but was too cowardly to do so. He could only beg, “Uncle Dante, I haven’t healed from my previous injuries. Why don’t you get someone else to go?”
“What do you mean someone else? You just suffered minor injuries. Go up now lest you embarrass us!” Dante rebuked.
“A-Alright…” Dexter looked miserable as he entered the battle ring. Why did he end up being implicated in this situation? His sole intention had been to just watch Dustin make a fool of himself.
“Dexter, are you sure you want to fight me?” Dustin smiled slyly.
“Dustin Rhys! The men of the Fallon family never back down from a duel. Even though I’m heavily injured, I’m not afraid of you! Give me the best you’ve got!” Dexter maintained a brave facade.
However, he was crying inside, “Buddy, go easy on me! We have nothing against each other. There’s no need for us to fight to the death. A couple of showy moves would suffice. I’ll treat you to a meal next time!”
“Wow! What a man!” Dustin gave him a thumbs-up.
“I underestimated you before, but you’ve got some guts. Impressive!”
“Hmph! Of course!” Dexter raised his head arrogantly, feeling smug.
“Men like you are rare! To show my respect, I’ll give it my all from here on out. Let’s embrace whatever fate awaits us!”
“What?” Dexter’s legs went weak, and he almost collapsed to the ground.
“Buddy, did you have to take me seriously? I was just joking!” Dexter thought to himself. Even Samson, who had a nearly impenetrable defense, was defeated by a single punch. He would undoubtedly suffer a worse fate than Samson did.
“Dexter, are you ready? I’m coming at you!” Dustin slowly raised his fists.
“Wait!” Dexter’s expression changed rapidly. He quickly stammered, “I-I suddenly have a t-terrible stomachache and need to use the restroom urgently! W- We’ll duel after I’ve finished my business!”
Without waiting for a response, he dashed off to the toilet. Dustin smirked, choosing not to expose bic obvious excuse.
“Hmph! What a pathetic excuse!” Dante scowled, visibly irritated.
The other Fallon disciples looked embarrassed by Dexter’s excuse but wisely decided to remain silent. They knew that Dexter was intentionally trying to buy time.
After witnessing Samson’s misfortune, they were not eager to enter the battle ring just to be beaten up. The best-case scenario would end with them having a few broken bones, while the worst case could be death.
Their only hope was for Declan to arrive soon. Otherwise, Dexter would never be able to escape his fate.
“Sir Dante, why is your nephew not out yet? Did he faint inside?” After a long wait, Natasha finally spoke.
“You, go and get Dexter over here!” Dante frowned, pointing to a disciple.
“Yes, sir.” The disciple ran for the toilet immediately.
It wasn’t long before he returned in panic, exclaiming, “Uncle Dante! I’ve got bad news. Dexter has disappeared!”
“Disappeared?” Dante was taken aback, struggling to understand what was happening.
“What do you mean?”
“I tried looking for him in the toilet, but he was nowhere to be found. I suspect… he might have run away!” the disciple replied.
“What? He ran away!” Dante stood blankly on the spot. He had thought Dexter was merely stalling for time. He didn’t expect he would make a run for it.
This was truly a disgrace!
