“Mystic Arts Order’s flea powder? That’s cool.” Dustin squinted, quickly catching on-it was clear that Caspian wasn’t any average mystic artist but an elite from the Mystic Arts Order.

“Oh? A mystic artist? No wonder you saw through my moves.” Caspian gave Dustin a once-over; his gaze shone with excitement.

That surprise attack moments ago would’ve been tough for a regular martial artist to handle. But Dustin had effortlessly diffused the danger with a slight breath, showcasing his skill.

“Ah! My face! My handsome face!” Ezra, now poison-free, howled in pain, covering his bloodied face. He roared, “Sir Yuletide! Take him down for me! I want to rip him to shreds!”

“You’re noisy!” Caspian’s face darkened, and with a backhand slap, he sent Ezra flying. He was a master at being unpredictable.

“As fellow mystic artists, why don’t you kneel and apologize to me, then become my disciples? What do you say? “Caspian proposed, a sinister smile playing on his lips.

and he needed someone to run errands and hunt for prey; someone as talented as Dustin

you piss off and reflect on what kind of person you

flared up. No more words were exchanged; he shot two black shadow-like projections

into four, causing them to fall

cultivated over several years, highly toxic, and extremely fast. Even a grandmaster martial artist would

dodge; he just swung his hands twice and killed his

Caspian dropped the

like you in the martial world don’t deserve to live.” Dustin raised his hand slowly, pointing it

scorching white brilliance shot out instantly, like a sword unsheathing and thrusting straight at Caspian’s chest. This move seemed unremarkable at first glance, but it had the power to

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