My Aloof Sisters Asked for My Forgiveness



The look in Dustin's eyes was mocking.

Without saying anything, he crooked a finger at Anson.

Anson's face immediately turned stormy.

He was the Superintendent of the Martial League, with a level of martial arts that was formidable.

He was an Apex Martial Saint. He was at the level that was so powerful that they usually did not appear in public. He could not tolerate Dustin's rudeness.

How dare Dustin mock him?

“Ignorant and insolent!" Anson said coldly. Without wasting more of his breath, he struck.

When he moved, a wind whipped up the loose sand and gravel around him.

Anson moved so fast that the eye could barely track him, and the wind whistled. It was evident how powerful that single move was.

Anson's gaze was sharp and vicious. He was aiming for Dustin's lower abdomen.

It was a ruthless attack.

If they were hit, any martial artist would be severely injured. At worst, that martial artist would lose all their fighting skills and would be crippled.

Initially, he wanted to injure Dustin and then use the Martial League's martial artist inhibitors to seal his internal and pure energy. Yet, Dustin's provocations had angered him. Thus, he decided to cripple Dustin entirely.

Dustin could sense Anson's intentions. Yet, his smirk was still contemptuous. He did not move at all and allowed Anson to attack him. Anson assumed that Dustin simply was not reacting in time. He became even more confident and moved even faster.

There was a dull crash as his fist landed on Dustin's middle. However, Anson let out a soft grunt when it did.

Immediately after, an explosion of pure energy caused several detonations behind Dustin and destroyed much of the courtyard they were in. The ruckus woke the sleeping martial artists, and they all rushed over.

Anson chuckled with a disdainful face.

He had thought that Dustin had to be quite powerful to dare to provoke him.

But Anson had still been able to attack Dustin's energy center.

The energy center was one of the martial artist's weakest spots. Anson was confident that his punch had destroyed Dustin's energy center and crippled him.

After that, he only had Tyler to face.

Also, the members of the Grayvale branch of the Martial League must be arriving soon.

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Anson was thinking of his next step.

"What?!"

Anson was stunned as he stiffly looked up. He met Dustin's taunting gaze.

Dustin looked calm and unmoved. He did not look hurt at all.

He definitely did not look like he was in pain.

Anson was flabbergasted.

How could anyone react this way to their energy center being destroyed?

Anson quickly looked down at his fist. Yes, it had definitely

Dustin's energy center.

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His blow had landed true.

How could Dustin look so unaffected after suffering such a heavy blow?

It almost destroyed Anson's understanding of the world.

"You..."

Anson looked at Dustin blankly. He was confused.

"What a weak hit. Did you not eat properly today?" Dustin taunted.

"It seems what the old man said was right. The Martial League has truly gone to the dogs."

"Who said that?" Anson was stunned. He did not know who Dustin was talking about.

Dustin stopped smiling, and his gaze turned icy.

In an instant, a great blast of energy emitted from his energy center.

Anson paled as he was sent flying backward. He crashed into a sculpture that was taller than aman. The Sculpture was blown into pieces.

"How can this be?"

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Anson howled in shock. Blood sprayed when he opened his mouth.