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 the middle.

"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 he should 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 one would dare question what Paul said, so if Paul said that there's a ninety percent winning chance, it must be true. Although there was 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 platform began to shake as cracks spread