“So what if I am? And what if I push even further?” Dustin’s smile slowly faded. “If you don’t like it, do something about it.”

There was no reasoning with tyrants like Warrick.

“Punk, are you really willing to risk your life against me? Have you ever considered what happens if you lose?” Warrick’s face turned grim as a wave of killing intent spread from him.

He had already taken a step back to avoid unnecessary trouble. If Dustin refused to back down, there was no choice but to fight.

“Cut the crap. You wanna fight, fight.”

Dustin didn’t bother with more words.

With a flick of his wrist, a silver needle shot out and aimed toward Warrick’s forehead-silent, unassuming, but deadly.

“Hmm?”

Warrick’s brow furrowed as he instinctively raised his arm. Sparks flew as the needle deflected off his arm and buried into the ground.

“Oh? You’ve mastered the Adamantine Body Technique?” Dustin narrowed his eyes.

At that instant, he saw through Warrick’s technique. Not only was he halfway to becoming an ultimate grandmaster, but his physical strength was on another level.

Dustin’s probing attack earlier hadn’t even scratched Warrick.

Then again, it made sense that a man who had survived countless battles and climbed to such a high rank wouldn’t be weak.

from the castle a few days ago,

but since you don’t know what’s good for you, go to hell.” Warrick’s expression twisted with fury as he

of his foot, he launched

slumped on the ground nearby, couldn’t hide his

was beyond his comprehension-so fast that his eyes couldn’t keep up. All he could see was a

caliber wasn’t

this!” Warrick roared

sword flashed through the air in a blur as he brought it down toward Dustin’s head. The attack looked simple, but the force behind it was deadly.

Dustin didn’t meet it head-on. Instead, he slightly turned his body to the

fluid motion, he followed up with a swift horizontal slash aimed at Dustin’s waist. This time, the attack came even faster, which

his foot against the ground and

think you can keep

eyes gleaming

without pause. Every strike carried crushing power, and his speed and precision made it

was forced into constant retreat, weaving

strength. He

focused on the fight. Even with his trained eyes, he couldn’t

needed only one move to reveal

he tried, he couldn’t gain the upper hand. It had been a

was different. With overwhelming strength and years on the battlefield, he dominated the fight the moment he struck. His attacks

been in Dustin’s place, he doubted he’d

he wasn’t mistaken, Warrick had already stepped into the realm of an

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