My Aloof Sisters Asked for My Forgiveness

"Don't challenge me or push me to my limits. If you do, you'll be signing your own death warrant!"

Elijah's face was livid.

He wanted to say something impressive, but the terrifying violence that poured off Dustin rendered him mute. He felt immensely wounded.

It was only when Dustin walked away from him that Elijah could finally breathe.

Elijah gritted his teeth as fury raged within him.

He hated how powerless he felt, and he also hated how unfair Lucas had been.

Why did Elijah have to be afraid? Why had his own father taught Dustin so much, but he was left by the wayside?noveldrama

Dustin walked into the conference room with a blank face.

"Come out, all of you!" he said.

After a moment, the martial artists who had been hiding all came out.

"Dustin, you're astounding," said Sylvester Weston in admiration as he assessed Dustin.

It was clear that he saw Dustin as an equal and respected him.

"If you had gotten a better start, you would have definitely been one of the top five best fighters of Lovellia," another martial artist said.

"It's such a shame. If you hadn't offended Lord Barbenheim, you would make for a great opponent. I regret that I won't be able to fight you on fair terms in the stadium."

"We have all been tasked to help bring you to justice. It's your own fault that you committed such heinous crimes."

When he heard all this, Dustin's face turned mocking.

These were supposed to be the best fighters of Lovellia. How fake they all were!

It was clear that they coveted the rewards that Lord Barbenheim would give them. That was why they were all attacking him. Yet, they insisted on making it sound like they were upholding justice.

"I can't be bothered to waste my time with fighters of your level," he said indifferently. "Come at me all at once. Saves me time and trouble."

Once Dustin said that, all the martial artists felt furious.

"How arrogant! Who do you think you are? Even the best fighter here, Jebediah Leo, isn't so full of himself. We'll teach you a lesson today!"

The martial artists were all up in arms and wanted to teach Dustin some manners.

However, it seemed a bit shameful to attack Dustin all at once. Thus, no one actually attacked for the time being.

"Dustin, don't you say that we're bullying you. I will give you a chance

for a f

fight!" Sylvester said as he

stepped forward. He was the first

student of the Aurum Sect.

"Listen up, everyone! You are not

allowed to attack before the result of my fight with Dustin is determined We don't want him to say that we don't obey the ethics of martial artists," he said to the others as he turned back to speak.

"We will follow your lead as a favor to you, Mr. Welton." Everyone quickly nodded.

Sylvester turned back to face Dustin confidently.

"Come, Dustin. Let's have a fight that's fair and square!" Sylvester put one arm behind him and faced Dustin single-handedly.

It was only by being so confident and acting so arrogant that he could show off his position as the first student of the Aurum Sect.

Dustin frowned before lifting a hand and striking out with his palm.

An illusion of a palm appeared faster than a bullet and hurtled toward Sylvester.

Sylvester was stunned as he quickly tried to block the strike.

There was a whoosh.

The next second, Sylvester's body flew backward in an arc above everyone's heads and slammed into the back wall.

Everyone was stunned.

How was Sylvester sent flying just like that?

Sylvester was the first student of the Aurum Sext and an elite fighter. He was fourth on the list of top fighters. Yet, he had failed to withstand even a single palm strike from Dustin.

This could not be real.

Was he putting on a show?

The martial artists could not believe what was happening.

With great effort, Sylvester composed himself and sat up. His expression was one of terror.

He shouted, "He's a tricky one. Everyone, attack together all at once!"