For a moment, the room fell into an eerie silence, stunned by what had transpired. "You should give up if that's all you've got." Dustin stretched, bored. "You're dead meat!" Pissed, the Four Guardians exchanged glances before launching themselves at Dustin again. This time, they gave it their all, aiming for his vital or vulnerable spots with firm attacks. "Humph!" With a mighty stomp, the ground beneath them gave way, forming a large pit. The commotion shook the entire dojo, and at the same time, extreme Divine Aura whirled around before heading straight toward the four brothers. Like they were being hit by a truck, the four men were thrown into the air, blood gushing out of their mouths and noses, before they landed on the floor heavily, passing out instantly. "Um …" The crowd gaped at the fallen men in disbelief. They couldn't believe that the Four Guardians of Flame Dragon Gang, who were all High-level martial artists who had never lost any battles, had been utterly
Harry's face lit up, and he hurriedly saluted. "All hail, Sir Rhys, our new leader!" "All hail, Sir Rhys!" The crowd quickly saluted as well. In the martial world, strength is paramount, and since Dustin had proven his strength, he now had the right to lead them. "Congrats, bro. What's your name?" Patrick stood up and saluted, wanting to befriend this young talented man. "Dustin Rhys." Dustin saluted back. "My name's Patrick Hill. Today's show was mind-boggling. Would you be interested in visiting the Hill family residence?" Patrick offered. "I'll be sure to visit when I'm free." Dustin returned the pleasantries, feeling quite fond of the other man. "Sir, why don't we take this opportunity to have a drink together? High Point Building next door is quite a nice place." Harry invited. "Sure." Dustin nodded and turned to look at Patrick. "Care to join us?" "It'd be my pleasure," Patrick answered with a smile. Thus, Harry led the group of people to the building next doo
"Sir Rhys, you're taking things too far." Harry's smile slowly turned cold. No one could stand taunts like that, no matter how well-mannered they were. "Aren't we friends? Shouldn't I help you in times of trouble? After all, helping others makes me happy." Dustin's smile was still happy as ever. "I don't need your help on this, Sir Rhys. I can take care of it myself. Let's drink." Harry struggled to keep the smile on his face and quickly changed the subject. Still, Dustin didn't let go of the topic. "Why don't you ask her what she thinks? Who knows? She might agree." "Hey! That's enough!" The ladies could no longer hold back. "Who knew you're such a disgusting man under that nice-looking face? How could you keep your eye on someone else's woman?" "Exactly. Just because you're powerful doesn't mean that you can humiliate others like this. You're crossing the line!" "Search for a prostitute elsewhere instead of putting us off." As women, they felt utterly disgusted by D
The ladies shrank away from the table in terror. Nelson, looking as though he'd seen a ghost, immediately pulled away, worried that Dustin might suddenly kill him as well. The only one left calmly sitting in his seat was Patrick. "Can I know what you have against Harry?" Patrick asked cooly. "Nothing." Dustin shook his head. "Then, do you have a grudge against him?" "Nope." "Then, why did you kill him?" "Because he deserved to die." "And the reason?" Patrick pressed. He despised people who killed others without reason. No matter how powerful those people might be, they didn't deserve to be his friends. "Mr. Hill, doesn't the vodka smell wonderful?" Instead of answering Patrick's question, Dustin countered with a question of his own. "Why does that matter?" Patrick frowned. "It smells extremely delicious. Too delicious, in fact." Dustin pulled out a silver needle and stuck it into the glass. When he drew the needle back out, the tip had already turned black! "It's
Now that Harry was dead, Nelson, the assistant leader, successfully took over and replaced him as the one in charge of the Flame Dragon Gang. With thousands of disciples and hundreds of elite members, the Flame Dargon Gang was a significant force in the entire Millsburg. It would be easier for Dustin to do things in Millsburg with the Flame Dragon Gang backing him up. "Dustin, although you are now the leader of Flame Dragon Gang, you might still face some troubles ahead," Patrick reminded him as they walked out of High Point Building. "Troubles? What do you mean?" Dustin asked curiously. "Harry didn't rise to power from nothing. He always had someone backing him up. By killing Harry, you'll definitely offend that person," Patrick said. "Oh? Who is this person?" Dustin asked. "Terry Doyle, the eldest son of the Doyle family." "Terry Doyle? I haven't heard of him." Dustin shook his head. "I can tell that you're not local. Everyone here knows Terry, but I must tell you, that
Just as he entered the house, Abigail ran toward him and shouted excitedly, "Uncle! I did it. I did it!" "What do you mean?" Dustin was shocked. "Are you pregnant?" How could she get pregnant at such a young age? This girl was too wild. "Gosh! Of course not! I'm still a virgin!" Abigail retorted, rolling her eyes. "Why are you so excited if you're not pregnant?" Dustin was speechless. She shocked him for a second. "Didn't you teach me the cultivation technique last night? Well, I'm thrilled to announce that I have successfully cultivated my internal energy!" Abigail said, beaming with joy."What? So soon?" Surprised, Dustin frowned. Usually, it would take an average martial artist at least a year or more to cultivate internal energy. Even for exceptionally talented individuals, it would still take several months to grasp the basics. Yet, Abigail claimed to have achieved it overnight. Did she master it that fast? Dustin was skeptical and reached out to feel her pulse. Ind
"What? Three minutes?" Upon hearing that, Abigail was dumbfounded.Didn't he say it took ordinary martial artists a year or more to achieve the basic level? Even she, a once-in-a-century genius, took a day to cultivate her internal energy. To achieve it in a day was already worthy of being called a prodigy. Yet Dustin achieved it in three minutes? What should she call him?A monster?A freak?At this moment, she felt deeply shocked. Her earlier bit of pride evaporated into thin air."Are you... kidding me?" Abigail couldn't accept it. "Why would I lie to you? I gain nothing from it." Dustin shrugged and said calmly, "Besides, it's just talent. It doesn't represent strength. This world is never lacking in geniuses. The path of martial arts is arduous and long. To become a true powerhouse, both talent and effort are indispensable.""I understand! I'll work hard and catch up to you soon!" Abigail clenched her fist. Then she decisively ran upstairs and began her intense training.
"The gold is indeed tempting, but I don't like it. So I can't accept the conditions you just mentioned." Dustin shook his head."If you don't like gold, then name your price," Hector raised his chin."Mr. Harmon, forgive me for speaking frankly, but Natasha should decide her marriage herself. As her parent, you shouldn't forcefully interfere with such matters," Dustin said."What?" Hector frowned. "Are you teaching me how to do things?""I'm just speaking the truth." Dustin remained composed. "As parents, shouldn't you want your children's marriages to be happy?" "Hmph! What do you even know?" At this moment, Jessica couldn't hold back any longer. "Do you know who Natasha's fiancé is? He is Tyler Grant, a natural-born genius and the future rising star of the Dragonmarsh! Only by marrying him can Natasha have a good future!" "That should be up to Natasha to decide. If she doesn't want to marry him, you can't force her," Dustin argued reasonably."Are you implying a challenge