An Understated Dominance (Dustin Rhys)

“You had your chance. Don’t blame me for what happens next,” Dustin said.

With a slight squeeze of his fingers, the steel blades clamped between them shattered with a sharp clang.

Before the two Hall of Gods members could even react, Dustin waved his hand.

The two men were sent flying as if they’d been hit by a truck, hurtling over 30 feet through the air. Blood sprayed from their mouths and noses before they hit the ground. They were critically injured and on the verge of death.

Dustin slowly turned his head and looked at the man who had just tried to ambush him.

The man glanced at the broken sword in his hand, then at Dustin, who looked utterly unfazed. He hesitated for a split second-then bolted.

With a powerful leap, he dove straight for the sea. He knew Dustin’s strength was on a completely different level. There was no chance of outrunning him on land, so the only hope was to disappear into the water.

It might have worked-if not for what happened next.

Just before he hit the water, an invisible force locked him in place. His arms and legs could still move. But no matter how hard he struggled, he couldn’t drop another inc. It was as if some unseen hand had him in an iron grip. Then, to his horror, he felt himself rising farther from the sea.

“Did you really think you could escape?” Dustin said as he made a grasping motion.

Despite being over 30 feet away, he yanked the man back. As he tightened his grip, the man’s body began to twist unnaturally. Bones cracked, organs shifted, and blood gushed from his mouth and nose.

don’t kill me. I surrender.” With his body moments away from being crushed, the

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apart like a watermelon struck by a cannonball. Chunks of

twitched, and his expression darkened. He hadn’t expected Dustin to possess such strength and

he had to guess, Dustin was undoubtedly

make sense. Mulder had intel on every fighter in West Lucozia. He’d already uncovered most of the

of the man before him. Since when did West Lucozia have a young grandmaster

Mulder tightened his grip on his dagger,

to the grandmaster level last year, and only because he had taken the Hall of Gods’ enhanced serum. Until now, he had never faced another grandmaster

easily take down martial artists who had

Mulder, right?” Dustin brushed off the dust from his clothes and said indifferently, “Someone asked me not to kill you right away. He wants to do it himself. Of course,

if you’re a grandmaster?

this brat is tough and not easy to deal with. If we work together,

respond, and his eyes were locked on Dustin. His frown deepened, and his expression grew more

seen Dustin somewhere before-but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t quite place

Prescott! Sir Prescott!” Seeing that there was no response,

in for something this trivial? Just handle it yourself. I’ll be here to cover

“Huh?” Mulder was stunned.