Both Terry and the audience sniggered at what Dustin had said. Everyone assumed that Dustin wouldn't even be able to withstand three blows, much less defeat Terry.

"What are you laughing at? Is it that funny?" Dustin asked calmly, unbothered by the audience's attitude.

"What do you think?" Terry's smile didn't falter. "Do you really think you'll win?"

"Why not? Do you think you're better than everyone else? Why are you naturally assuming that you won't lose?" Dustin retorted.

"Pfft! I don't know where you found the balls to ask me that, but it's fine. I'll show you how different we are!" Terry beckoned Dustin with a finger and smirked. "Come on. I'll let you have three shots at me. Let's see what you've got."

"You better not do that. Last time, Bennet Malcom said the same thing, and he's still stuck in bed right now." Dustin reminded.

"Bennet is merely my subordinate. As if he's a match for me." Terry feigned a smile.

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