As Alexander took on the role of the challenger, Damien felt at ease. However, Dustin's skill surpassed that of a mere grandmaster, more akin to the mid-level of a grandmaster.

"Don't worry, Mr. Howler," Alexander reassured confidently.

He added, "This kid's got talent, but I'm no pushover. In the southwest, you're the only one who might outclass me. The rest aren't even worth considering."

Damien was the top dog in the southwest. Alexander had lost three sparring matches and felt he couldn't measure up to Damien. As for the other contenders, Alexander dismissed them without a second thought.

Despite Dustin's impressive talent and strength, Alexander considered him too young to pose a real threat.

Unlike Dustin, Alexander had been honing his skills for over a decade, firmly standing at the grandmaster level. He was not someone a young buck like Dustin could easily shake.

"Sure thing! Since Mr. Forge is ready to jump in, go ahead and have some fun with this kid." Damien nodded. In his eyes, Alexander had at least an 80% chance of winning.

watch me

do you even realize that even among grandmasters, there's a significant gap?

with an unstable mastery and a weak foundation, are just for show. You might intimidate some lower-level martial

Dustin smirked, finding it somewhat amusing. He noticed

but Alexander remained oblivious and continued boasting. He wondered about

the young. I'll let you make the first three moves. Once that's done, I'll take

The Frostwing Sect's leader's style is to offer three moves upfront," Bran boasted

confident there was a solid plan for victory, making it natural for him to rally behind

that?"

numerous occasions.

Show me what you've got. Let's see your skills!" Alexander taunted

Dustin wasted no time. With a nimble step, he transformed into a blur and closed in swiftly. Just before

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