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.

surrender.” With his body moments away

too late

his body burst apart like a watermelon struck by a cannonball. Chunks of blood and flesh

expression darkened. He hadn’t expected Dustin to possess such

guess, Dustin was undoubtedly a grandmaster

fighter in West Lucozia. He’d already uncovered most of the enforcement team’s

him. Since when did West Lucozia have a

the hell are you, punk? Got the guts to say your name?” Mulder tightened his grip on

had only just broken through 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 in combat. He had no idea how he would measure

martial artists who had

said indifferently, “Someone asked me not to kill you right away. He wants to do it

and barked, “So what if you’re a grandmaster? That doesn’t mean you can beat me.

he turned to the man behind him and said gravely, “Sir Prescott, this brat is tough and not easy to deal with. If we work together, we can take

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

was certain he had seen Dustin somewhere before-but no matter how hard he tried,

Seeing that there was no response,

really need to step in for something this trivial? Just handle it yourself.

“Huh?” Mulder was stunned.