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An Understated Dominance By Marina Vittori Chapter 809


Chapter 809

Brutus frowned. Daniel and the others were also terrified by what they heard.

“Let’s go back, master! I’m withdrawing from the tournament this year!” Joel sounded like he

was almost in tears. The traumatizing experience he had been through several days ago

haunted him like a nightmare.

He boasts of his exceptional talent and outstanding martial arts skills. He had never been defeated since he made a name for himself.

That night he never expected to run into two monsters.

The first monster was a lady who beat him up so badly with a teacup alone that he threw up blood.

Then, a man showed up, and he was even more terrifying. The man nearly killed him with his bare hands!

Since that night, his confidence and pride were completely ruined. He felt as if a shadow figure towered over him in his mind.

Thus, when he saw Dustin, he was scared to the point of fleeing without regard for his pride.

“Don’t worry, Joel. What happened the other night was just an accident. Maybe your eyes were just playing tricks on you!”

After Brutus reassured Joel, he turned and exchanged a glance with Daniel. “Dan, bring Joel to change into a dry set of clothes. Get him a cup of hot tea while you’re at it. That should calm his nerves.”

“Sure.” Daniel helped Joel, whose legs were still shaking, into a nearby courtyard villa.

“Mr. Grint, your disciple is quite disappointing!” Conrad Melling said with a dark expression. He did not hide his disapproval.

“I have not taught him well. Please forgive me, Sir Melling.” Brutus flashed him an awkward smile.

“Forget it. The tournament will still go on without him. Anyway, we will certainly win the tournament this year.” Conrad could not be bothered with such trivial matters.

Their three remaining candidates were all stronger and better than Joel. There was no doubt that those three would win.

“Who’s next?” Conrad’s gaze swept over to the three remaining contestants from Glenstead.

There were two men and one lady. The lady wore a mask and a strong and fit physique. She gave off a strong wildness.

The other two men consisted of one burly figure with a broadsword and the other with a pale face, bony figure. He looked sickly.

“I’ll go!” The burly man, Alan Barnes, stepped forward confidently. “I’ll get rid of that bastard with a swing of my sword!”

“That man must be powerful to come out last. I have confidence in dealing with men. Let me go.” The masked lady, Lexi Sutton, came forward too.

Then Torres Dale, the sickly man, coughed before saying, “I rank the highest out of the three of us. I should be the one going.”

They were all aware that this was the last match of the day. Whoever succeeds will receive great rewards and gain fame and reputation. So they were all fighting to be the one to fight in the last match.

“Hey, Sicko, you’re already on the brink of death. Stop fighting with us, and go get some rest.” The masked lady made a face before she continued, “And you, Big Guy, you might be strong, but you’re not agile. If he moves around a lot, you won’t be able to hit him. I’m the best candidate to go up against him!”

“Hah! Don’t you know you can subdue any opponent with brute strength? No matter what tricks he has up his sleeves, I can deflect it with my sword!” Alan boasted.

“I might be sickly, but that doesn’t mean I’m weak. I rank seventh among the Heavenly Immortals. I think that goes to prove what I said.” Torres covered his mouth with a handkerchief.

“You men can’t stand having a lady as an opponent, can you?” Lexi frowned.

“Cut the crap! It’s not every day we have the tournament. I’m here to gain fame and reputation!” Alan did not seem like he would back off.

“I haven’t got many years left to live. Please let me have my final moment of glory, you two.” Torres coughed into his handkerchief.

“No! I insist on having this match!”

“Nonsense! I should be the one going!”

“Well, it just so happens that I’m interested in having this match too.”

The three began arguing in public about who should fight the match.

The Knighthood Society tournament only took place once every three years, so it was a rare opportunity for them to show off. None of them were prepared to give up on the chance.

“Hey!” Right then, an indifferent voice suddenly came from afar.

“I say, the three of you should stop quarreling. Why don’t you join forces and fight me

together?”

An Understated Dominance By Marina Vittori Chapter 809

An Understated Dominance By Marina Vittori Chapter 809

Chapter 809

Brutus frowned. Daniel and the others were also terrified by what they heard.

“Let’s go back, master! I’m withdrawing from the tournament this year!” Joel sounded like he

was almost in tears. The traumatizing experience he had been through several days ago

haunted him like a nightmare.

He boasts of his exceptional talent and outstanding martial arts skills. He had never been defeated since he made a name for himself.

That night he never expected to run into two monsters.

The first monster was a lady who beat him up so badly with a teacup alone that he threw up blood.

Then, a man showed up, and he was even more terrifying. The man nearly killed him with his bare hands!

Since that night, his confidence and pride were completely ruined. He felt as if a shadow figure towered over him in his mind.

Thus, when he saw Dustin, he was scared to the point of fleeing without regard for his pride.

“Don’t worry, Joel. What happened the other night was just an accident. Maybe your eyes were just playing tricks on you!”

After Brutus reassured Joel, he turned and exchanged a glance with Daniel. “Dan, bring Joel to change into a dry set of clothes. Get him a cup of hot tea while you’re at it. That should calm his nerves.”

“Sure.” Daniel helped Joel, whose legs were still shaking, into a nearby courtyard villa.

“Mr. Grint, your disciple is quite disappointing!” Conrad Melling said with a dark expression. He did not hide his disapproval.

“I have not taught him well. Please forgive me, Sir Melling.” Brutus flashed him an awkward smile.

“Forget it. The tournament will still go on without him. Anyway, we will certainly win the tournament this year.” Conrad could not be bothered with such trivial matters.

Their three remaining candidates were all stronger and better than Joel. There was no doubt that those three would win.

“Who’s next?” Conrad’s gaze swept over to the three remaining contestants from Glenstead.

There were two men and one lady. The lady wore a mask and a strong and fit physique. She gave off a strong wildness.

The other two men consisted of one burly figure with a broadsword and the other with a pale face, bony figure. He looked sickly.

“I’ll go!” The burly man, Alan Barnes, stepped forward confidently. “I’ll get rid of that bastard with a swing of my sword!”

“That man must be powerful to come out last. I have confidence in dealing with men. Let me go.” The masked lady, Lexi Sutton, came forward too.

Then Torres Dale, the sickly man, coughed before saying, “I rank the highest out of the three of us. I should be the one going.”

They were all aware that this was the last match of the day. Whoever succeeds will receive great rewards and gain fame and reputation. So they were all fighting to be the one to fight in the last match.

“Hey, Sicko, you’re already on the brink of death. Stop fighting with us, and go get some rest.” The masked lady made a face before she continued, “And you, Big Guy, you might be strong, but you’re not agile. If he moves around a lot, you won’t be able to hit him. I’m the best candidate to go up against him!”

“Hah! Don’t you know you can subdue any opponent with brute strength? No matter what tricks he has up his sleeves, I can deflect it with my sword!” Alan boasted.

“I might be sickly, but that doesn’t mean I’m weak. I rank seventh among the Heavenly Immortals. I think that goes to prove what I said.” Torres covered his mouth with a handkerchief.

“You men can’t stand having a lady as an opponent, can you?” Lexi frowned.

“Cut the crap! It’s not every day we have the tournament. I’m here to gain fame and reputation!” Alan did not seem like he would back off.

“I haven’t got many years left to live. Please let me have my final moment of glory, you two.” Torres coughed into his handkerchief.

“No! I insist on having this match!”

“Nonsense! I should be the one going!”

“Well, it just so happens that I’m interested in having this match too.”

The three began arguing in public about who should fight the match.

The Knighthood Society tournament only took place once every three years, so it was a rare opportunity for them to show off. None of them were prepared to give up on the chance.

“Hey!” Right then, an indifferent voice suddenly came from afar.

“I say, the three of you should stop quarreling. Why don’t you join forces and fight me

together?”

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