"Whoosh!" Troy felt a strong gust of wind hit his face, causing his features to contort in pain as he could feel his bone becoming dislocated.His eyes were fixed on Dustin’s fist, which stopped right in front of his chest. Although it was still a few inches away, the intimidating force still caused him to tremble in fear."Blargh!" Blood spurted from his mouth. With just the sheer force of his Fist Energy, Dustin had the power to dislocate the bones in Troy's body. The thought of what would have happened if his fists had actually landed on him was almost too terrifying to contemplate.He was lucky that he had kneeled in time. Otherwise, he would’ve been out cold!"Spare me! Please!" Troy was now on his knees, his face drained of color as he begged frantically. All the confidence he had earlier was gone, replaced by fear and desperation.Rather than shock, Troy was feeling terrified at the moment.That was because when their fists collided, his power shattered like glass in a s
The rain was falling even harder.Edwin was in the middle of a conversation with Fletcher at the Hummer Villa."Mr. Hummer, the first batch of Eternumax has been sold out. On top of that, we received a lot of positive feedback. A lot of people are interested in partnering with us in the long term. Now, we’ll be able to mass produce this product!" Fletcher reported excitedly."That’s the secret recipe for you, alright. Who would’ve thought it would have such great feedback right after its debut?" Edwin laughed joyfully.He originally thought that it would take a while for people to warm up to the product. He didn't expect the opportunity to present itself so quickly.At that point, he must strike the iron while it's hot. "Speaking of which, we should be grateful to the Harmon family. Without their painstaking research all these years, we wouldn't have this baby in our hands right now." Fletcher grinned."Natasha was foolish to dare to fight against me! I'll defeat her once and f
After that big incident at the party, Dustin finally returned to East Swinton Hospital. When he entered the ward, he noticed that Florence and James had already arrived."Which evil bastard beat up my daughter to such a state? How could they be so cruel?!""Exactly! If I find out which bastard did this, I'll tear them into pieces!"Seeing the injured Dahlia, the Nicholsons couldn't help but curse, feeling pity for her."Why are you here? We didn't even contact you." Suddenly, one of them noticed Dustin, who was standing at the door."I came to check on Dahlia's injury." Dustin walked into the room slowly, his face not showing a hint of expression."Get out! You're not welcome here!" James roared, letting out his pent-up anger."Dustin! Tell us the truth. Does my daughter's injury have anything to do with you?!" Florence glared at him."I don't have the details about how she was injured. Perhaps you should ask Julie this question instead." Dustin replied."Julie? Speaking of wh
"What?" Julie’s mind went blank when a pair of swords were held at her neck. She was unable to process what was happening. From the assassins' forced entry to Dustin framing her, everything happened too quickly. When she finally regained her composure, she was already in danger. "Rhys! How could you do this to me!" Seeing as she was about to be held hostage, Julie panicked. "Wait, it’s a mistake! I’m not Dahlia, you’ve got the wrong person!" "Do you think we are stupid? This man told us you are Dahlia Nicholson!" The assassins' leader retorted. "He’s spouting nonsense! Don’t believe him!" Julie said, cold sweat running down her forehead. She never expected Dustin to exact his revenge on her in such a despicable manner!"According to our intel, Dahlia is in this hospital room. If you aren’t Dahlia; why would you be here?" The leader demanded fiercely. "I–I was just passing by—!" Julie stammered. "Fuck! How dare you lie to me? You must be tired of living!" Julie was v
The night grew dark as rain poured down. The streets were empty, as there was no one around. Just then, a fleet of black Hummer vehicles drove in at high speed, splashing puddles of water. The vehicles pulled up at the entrance of a hospital building.As the car doors opened, a group of burly, muscular men got out. One of them was smoking a cigar. He was a large and muscular man with a beard, more than six feet tall, at least a head above normal men. His arms and thighs were bulging with muscle. "Guild master! That man is still inside, he never left." The last assassin pointed to one of the floors of the building. He had been lying in wait for support to arrive as he spied on Dustin. "I expected that you could handle this guy on your own. Why do I still have to be personally involved?" The bearded man narrowed his eyes with displeasure. He was the guild master of the White Dragon guild!"Guild master, don’t underestimate that guy. He took us down as easily as dominoes!
"Who is it?" The sudden explosion caught everyone by surprise. Initially, they thought someone had committed suicide by jumping off the building. However, after a good look, they realized the figure who had jumped off the building was still standing tall. In his hand, he was holding a black umbrella as he stood in the rain, giving off an overwhelming andmysterious aura. "Mr. Rhys! This man's dangerous, run for your life!" Stephan screamed his lungs out. Now that the White Dragon guild was here, why did he join the fray instead of escaping? Was he looking for death?"Punk, are you that Dustin guy?" Dracor sized Dustin up, noting his thin and frail build. "Yes, it's me," Dustin replied."You got some guts for not running away from the sight of me, punk!" Dracor smirked. "Why should I run? I was waiting for you," Dustin said nonchalantly. "Really?" Dracor raised his eyebrows. "Interesting. It's been a long time since I have last seen an arrogant punk like you.""Mr. Rh
"Let me go…" Dracor flailed helplessly, his face red as he gasped for air. At that moment, not only was he bewildered by the sudden twist of events, but he was also filled with dread! He thought that he was a big fish in a small pond like Swinton. Who knew that he would end up sparring against a divine-level martial artist here? A divine-level martial artist in his twenties? It was unheard of in all of South City. How could such an invincible fighter appear in Swinton? "Fuck, this punk is incredible! Even our guild master was defeated by him!" The disciples of the White Dragon guild whispered among themselves in disbelief. Seeing as their leader had been defeated, some of them slipped away as fast as they could. "Dracor, seems like your disciples aren’t as loyal to you as you thought." Dustin smirked. "Who—Who the hell are you?" Dracor gritted his teeth as his veins popped from the pressure. He didn’t have the energy to struggle any further. "That’s not important right
In an office of the Hummers Hospital, Edwin was resting with his eyes closed on a chair. Suddenly, a knock was heard. "Come in." Edwin opened his eyes and saw Fletcher walk in with a grave expression. "What’s wrong?" Edwin asked, worried. "Sir Hummer, we received news last night that Dracor was severely injured," Fletcher reported. "What? Dracor was beaten up? Who was the perpetrator?" Edwin’s face twitched. "It was Dustin!" "Dustin again? How could that punk have such overwhelming powers?" Edwin frowned. Dracor was his right-hand man. Being the best martial artist in Swinton, no one could withstand his attacks. Merely the mention of his name was enough to strike fear into the hearts of his opponents. Usually, Dracor could easily unravel any sticky situation that Edwin had assigned him to. How could such a capable fighter like him fall into Dustin’s hands?It was incomprehensible! "Sir Hummer, Dustin told Dracor to send you a message," Fletcher continued hesitantly