“According to the investigation, Dusk Titan was killed by the Grand Sorceress of the Mystic Arts Order, while the Shadow Prince and The Dust of Angel were taken down by someone named Dustin Rhys.” Hank didn’t mince words as he detailed the entire incident.
Losing those three elite fighters was a serious blow to the Hall of Gods. They had planned a two-pronged attack.
To claim the championship title in the Combat Tournament and shatter the spirit of Dragonmarsh’s martial artists while secretly raiding their treasures to block their fortunes.
But before they could even get started, Plan A was already a bust. They had lost their top elites and suffered a major hit to their reputation.
“I know about the Grand Sorceress of the Mystic Arts Order, but where did this Dustin Rhys come from?” Bailey’s expression darkened as he spoke.
He had researched Abigail, the second- ranked master on Dragonmarsh’s Legendary List. It wasn’t surprising that George had died in her hand.
But Bailey had never heard of Dustin.
Jeremiah was a force to be reckoned with. He was comparable to the ultimate grandmaster when at full strength. Even Abigail might find him a challenge. What kind of upstart could take down two of their top elites?
“Dustin’s identity is a mystery. We don’t have any leads on him yet.” A chill crept down his spine as Hank spoke. It was as if a predator was watching him.
He quickly added, “However, I’ve had a brief encounter with Dustin. I suggest we try to recruit him.”
“Recruit him?” Bailey reined in his lethal intent and asked curiously, What’s your plan?”
“His ability to take down our two top elites proves his strength. If we offer him a substantial reward to join the Hall of Gods, it would be a win-win situation,” Hank replied respectfully.
When confronting someone powerful, it was wiser to forge alliances than to create enemies. This was a common strategy for the Hall of Gods.
“If we can bring him into the Hall of Gods, that would be ideal. But do you believe you can pull it off?” Bailey asked thoughtfully.
“A few days ago, I had a chance to approach Dustin. Initially, I meant to use him as a pawn alongside the Dragonmarsh martial artists to draw the attention of Sacred Wrym Summit. But after witnessing his capabilities, I believe he’s worth much more,” Hank explained.
It suddenly struck him that the man who had just killed Jeremiah was the same pawn he had sought to recruit days earlier.
“Can we trust him? We wouldn’t want to let a wolf into the fold,” Bailey narrowed his eyes.
With Dustin breaking into the top eight, he was bound to attract attention from various factions in Dragonmarsh. Bailey knew convincing him to betray his homeland wouldn’t be easy. Even if Dustin agreed, trusting him could be a gamble.
“Mr. Bailey, don’t worry. I’m sure I can recruit him. As for trust…”
Hank’s lips curled into a sly smile as he produced a small vial. “This is a poison I’ve carefully crafted. It specifically targets the Dragonmarsh elites. If someone takes it without my antidote, they’ll face a gruesome end within three days.”
“Now that’s impressive!” Bailey’s eyes sparkled with approval. “I didn’t realize you had a plan ready, Mr. Styles. It seems I was worried for nothing. You take care of this and ensure it’s executed flawlessly. Don’t let me down.
Using poison to control the martial artists of Dragonmarsh was a wise strategy. After all, who would risk their lives for a fight unless they were fearless? But how many would be willing to gamble their lives?
“Yes. I’ll handle it immediately.” Hank nodded and turned to leave.
Dustin’s strength had already proven more valuable than the three elites they’d lost. No matter the cost, Hank was determined to recruit him for the Hall of Gods.
The night was cold, and the wind was cutting like a blade. Just as Dustin finished his dinner and was about to head to his room to rest, a voice called out to him from the doorway.
“Hey, Dustin!”
He turned to see Hank stepping forward with a friendly grin. ” Remember me?”
“Mr. Styles?” Dustin recognized him immediately.
“Can we talk?” Hank glanced around before lowering his voice.
“Sure, come in.” Dustin understood his intention. He opened the door and gestured for him to enter.
Hank smiled and stepped inside.
Dustin closed the door behind them and poured two cups of tea before sliding one across the table. “Mr. Styles, I’m curious about your late- night visit. What brings you here?”
“First off, congratulations on making the top eight. You really caught everyone off guard.” Hank suddenly changed the subject. But your actions today have thrown a wrench in our plans.”
“Oh? What do you mean?” Dustin feigned confusion.
“Honestly, the two foreign contestants you defeated today were affiliated with us,” Hank said, his voice dropping to a whisper.
“What? Are you serious?” Dustin’s eyes widened in surprise. “If I’d known they were from the Hall of Gods, I wouldn’t have gone so hard on them.”
He shook his head, sighing, and put on a look of remorse. The truth was undeniable.
