Samson had lost badly. His huge frame created a dent in the wall, and his upper body was stuck inside, rendering him utterly immobile. From a distance, he resembled a piece of artwork hanging on the wall. "What?" The crowd was dumbfounded by the scene they had just witnessed. Their eyes widened in disbelief. When Samson had charged forward, they thought the results were clear. But they didn't expect Samson to be sent flying in such a fashion. They couldn't wrap their head around the unexpected turn of events."What just happened? Samson … lost?""How is that even possible? With Samson's strength, he couldn't have lost to that kid!" "It must have been an accident!"After a momentary silence, the crowd erupted into a heated discussion. Nobody had anticipated the outcome before them. Samson was gifted and highly skilled and was known for his nearly impenetrable defense. The fact that an elite fighter of his caliber couldn't withstand a single strike from Dustin was simply
They weren't confident about taking Dustin in a one-on-one battle. However, they were certain they could defeat him if they were to join forces."Hold it!" Right then, a group of people entered the dojo. Leading the group was a tall, white-haired elderly man. He was dressed in a suit and carried himself with an air of authority that had developed through the years. There was a beautiful woman by his side. She possessed delicate facial features and an attractive figure. She carried herself elegantly like a queen. The woman was none other than Natasha, who had arrived just in time. "The audacity! Who are you people? How dare you intrude into Celestial Dojo?" one of the Fallons shouted angrily. "Silence!" Dante paled as he delivered a harsh slap to the Fallon who had spoken out. He then hurried up to the elderly man and bowed respectfully. "Greetings, Duke of Lachshire.""What? The Duke of Lachshire?"The atmosphere shifted as realization dawned upon the crowd. The previ
Dustin felt pressured by Simon's scrutinizing gaze. However, he had already anticipated a situation like this and showed no outward signs of discomfort. "My Lord, I've long heard of your name, but we've never met. Perhaps you find me familiar because I possess a rather unremarkable appearance," Dustin explained humbly. Over the past decade, his height, appearance, and temperament significantly changed. Even his closest friends from the past wouldn't recognize him at first glance. "Is that so?" Simon looked him up and down again. He then replied impassively, "Perhaps that is true." "Grandfather, Dustin is an exceptional man. He excels in both the literary and martial arts and has outstanding medical expertise. He has also helped me out many times in the past. "It would be difficult to find a young talent as outstanding as he is in all of Oakvale," Natasha introduced Dustin proudly. She was always eager to highlight the merits of her man. "Haha. Don't you think you're exagg
Dante glared at Dexter as he said, "Today is a golden opportunity for you to redeem yourself. "If you manage to defeat Dustin and overcome your inner demons, your martial arts cultivation will reach new heights!" Dexter flinched. He wanted to retort but was too cowardly to do so. He could only beg, "Uncle Dante, I haven't healed from my previous injuries. Why don't you get someone else to go?" "What do you mean someone else? You just suffered minor injuries. Go up now lest you embarrass us!" Dante rebuked. "A-Alright …" Dexter looked miserable as he entered the battle ring. Why did he end up being implicated in this situation? His sole intention had been to just watch Dustin make a fool of himself. "Dexter, are you sure you want to fight me?" Dustin smiled slyly. "Dustin Rhys! The men of the Fallon family never back down from a duel. Even though I'm heavily injured, I'm not afraid of you! Give me the best you've got!" Dexter maintained a brave facade.However, he was cry
Dante gritted his teeth and clenched his fists, anger written all over his face. How could a disciple of the prestigious Fallon family flee from a fight? This was a disgrace!Most importantly, he fled in the presence of the Duke of Lachshire. If news spread out, it would tarnish the reputation of the Fallons, one of the ancient houses. "Sir Dante, your nephew is quite smart! He knows when to give in," Natasha teased. Dante's eye twitched, and his expression turned sour. This was truly humiliating! "Go and bring Dexter back here! He will suffer under the house law!" Dante shouted at the other Fallon disciples. "Yes, sir!" They didn't dare to hesitate and immediately scattered, searching for Dexter everywhere. They knew that Dexter had landed himself in big trouble this time. He would probably face severe consequences if not death. "I've always heard that the men of the Fallon family were brave and fearless. But what I've seen today has disappointed me," Simon remarked cas
Dexter's fists rained down relentlessly, and a series of punches descended upon Dustin. The force behind each punch was strong, resonating loudly."I didn't expect Dexter to have improved again. His Fiery Storm technique is now comparable to Samson's.""The Fiery Storm technique is the Fallon family's signature move and is known for its destructive power. If Dexter manages to seize the right moment, there is a chance that he could defeat Dustin."The crowd was astonished and expectant as they witnessed those swift and relentless punches. Perhaps Dexter could pull off a miracle.A suddenly thunderous crash shattered the crowds' hopes. Before Dexter's fists could land on Dustin, he was sent flying by Dustin's palm strike. He struck him so effortlessly that it looked like he had swatted a fly. With a loud thud, Dexter collided with a wall after flying more than ten meters. He lost consciousness almost immediately. The Fallon disciples sighed deeply. Even though they had expected t
Declan had a nonchalant tone, exhibiting no signs of emotion. He even casually tucked one hand in his pocket, his body language showing that he barely considered Dustin a challenge. After all, there were very few who could compel him to exert his full strength. The nobody before him clearly didn't belong to that category."Three moves? Are you sure about that?" Dustin raised an eyebrow, wearing a faint, ambiguous smile.These geniuses in Oakvale were shamelessly bragging when they couldn't even estimate their opponent's strength. Dustin wondered if they were really confident or just foolish. "What? Three moves aren't enough for you?" Declan continued calmly, "Alright, I'll give you ten moves then. If you can even touch a single strand of my hair within ten moves, it would be considered your victory." His remark drew laughter from the Fallon disciples."Hahaha! Declan is so ruthless!""He's not just underestimating his opponent by giving ten moves as a head start. He's sho
This was enough to prove that Dustin's skills were not far behind his own."What's the matter? I thought you were going to allow me ten moves? Why did you dodge?" Dustin retracted his palm, a faint smile playing on his lips."He did say that, but that didn't mean he was going to stand there and get hit!" Daphne retorted indignantly."Dustin, I must admit, you're stronger than I expected." Declan said seriously, "Honestly, I wasn't taking you seriously since I didn't think you were qualified to be my opponent. However, that strike you delivered just changed my perspective.""So?" Dustin smiled."So, from now on, I'm going to take this seriously," Declan responded as he slowly took off his coat. His once indifferent gaze grew sharp. "Take it seriously? Will that even make a difference?" Dustin was doubtful. However, Declan ignored him and stated, "It's been a long time since I've taken a duel seriously, and you're one of them. Consider yourself honored to be defeated by me!"