Dahlia Nicholson and Dustin Rhys

Chapter 1192

Chapter 1192: Arrival of the Martial Law Bureau

“Dustin, you’ve got to show your true self and make a name for yourself. Let the whole world see what

it means to be unmatched and the best,” Serena whispered to herself, her lovely eyes filled with love

and admiration.

A real man should wield a three-foot sword and achieve extraordinary feats. Even in the face of

challenges and obstacles, he should move forward boldly without fear. That’s the essence of a true

man.

Liam muttered with a grim expression, “Daring to challenge the martial arts leader, today is the day

you’ll meet your end!” He hoped that Ronald Reeds would swiftly defeat Dustin once he stepped onto

the stage.

“Hmph, sooner or later, you’ll get what’s coming to you. It’s just a matter of a few extra minutes,” Asher

sneered with unkind eyes.

“Sir Dustin, please stay safe!” Aria clasped her hands together in prayer.

“This kid really dares to challenge the leader. Does he actually believe he can win?” Cameron frowned,

his eyes filled with jealousy and resentment. He couldn’t understand why Dustin had become a martial

arts master while they were the same age, and he hadn’t even broken through to the innate realm.

“Why? What’s his secret?”

Amidst the commotion, a group of individuals wearing distinct uniforms entered the martial arts arena.

Their leader had a mustache and a sharp tongue, and behind him were various individuals with unique

appearances, some ugly and some beautiful.

One thing was clear—they were all incredibly powerful.

“The Martial Law Bureau? They’re actually from the Martial Law Bureau!” All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

“Oh my goodness! Why is the Martial Law Bureau here? Has someone committed a serious crime?”

The crowd erupted in astonishment at the sight of the Martial Law Bureau. The Martial Law Bureau was

an official organization in the Dragonmarsh, housing numerous experts and formidable individuals.

Their main responsibility was to oversee martial artists worldwide and ensure that the use of force

complied with the law.

Whether it was the Balermo Martial Alliance, the Glenstead Martial Alliance, or various sects, they all

fell under the authority of the Martial Law Bureau.

In the martial arts world, the Martial Law Bureau represented the pinnacle of power. Any sect that

dared to defy their orders would be swiftly suppressed, and their members could face execution on the

spot.

“Hey! Isn’t that Lord Derek? What brings you here today?” Eldric greeted the mustached man with a

warm smile.

“Eldric, I hope you don’t mind my unexpected visit,” Derek Mitchell, the mustached man, replied with a

smile.

“Not at all, Lord Derek. It’s an honor to have you here,” Eldric responded respectfully. Regardless of his

rank, the leader of the Martial Law Bureau held a high position, and even Ronald Reeds had to show

him the utmost respect.

“Elder Eldric, I heard that you have a young master in Balermo who wants to challenge the martial arts

leader. Is that true?” Derek inquired.

“It’s true,” Eldric confirmed. “Today, the Martial Arts League has gathered all the sects to witness this

significant martial arts event.”

“Really? I’m quite curious then. Who is this person?” Derek asked, raising his eyebrows.

“He’s on the stage,” Eldric replied, gesturing toward the ring.

“Oh?”

Derek followed the gesture and glanced at the stage, his expression showing surprise. He then voiced

his doubt, “This man… Why does he look so familiar?”