My Aloof Sisters Asked for My Forgiveness

"Sylvester, what's wrong with you?"

They stared at Sylvester skeptically and suspected him of pretending to have lost.

He was fourth in the Dragon's Successor ranking, but he was sent flying without warning. No one could believe it.

Sylvester's face turned red with rage when he saw that people doubted him.

At that time, both his arms were still burning with pain. His energy and blood churned violently within his body, and it made him cough up blood.

Dustin seemed to have attacked casually, but the impact was immense. He did not have the ability to resist it.

"Sylvester, you're not going to change sides like Anson, the Superintendent of the Martial League, are you?” Elijah asked darkly.

Sylvester's face darkened, and he found it difficult to speak.

"Dustin is really strong. I didn't intend to go easy on him. Please be careful!" he said to them.

"Sylvester, do you mean he's a Martial King? How else could he beat you?" someone asked and sneered.

A few people chuckled. They thought that Sylvester was going too far with his acting.

Sylvester pulled a long face, and he could not be bothered to say anything more.

Since they did not believe him, they would soon find out once they suffered defeat.

"Dustin, I, Gordon Philips, am here to challenge you. Let's see if you're really that strong!" Another young man on the same level as Sylvester stepped forward. He looked confident in his abilities.

He thought that Sylvester went easy on Dustin, so he did not fear Dustin at all.

"Who the hell are you?" Dustin did not treat anyone politely because his patience had run out.

"Why? Don't you know about me?" Gordon's face darkened. He felt very displeased.

He immediately introduced himself and flaunted his reputation. "Listen, I'm the heir of the Philips family, which is one of the Seven Clans of Central Harbor. My rank in the Dragon's Successor ranking—"

"You talk too much. I don't have the time to listen to you." Dustin was not interested. He raised his arm and swung it again.

It was a simple strike in the air. It was not too strong but very quick.

"Hmph! Do you think I'm like Sylvester?" Gordon sneered. He did not step back and took a step forward. He rushed toward the strike.

He did not take this level of attack seriously at all.

He did not even bother to do anything to fend against the strike. He just used his pure energy to shield himself and was adamant in rushing over.

After all, the body-hardening technique of the Philips family in Central Harbor was very famous.

Bam!

When the strike hit Gordon, he could not even retain his confident smile.

His protective pure energy instantly broke apart. It could not withstand the strike at

all.

Bam!

Gordon was sent flying and traced long are through the air. He flew

a

fell heavily to the floor. Cone

even farther than Sylvester before he

Everyone watched in shock.

Was Gordon unable to withstand Dustin's strike too?

Sylvester might have been putting up an act. But Gordon could not have been

doing the same thing!

How strong was Dustin, actually?

If he participated in the martial arts competition, would he become the champion for sure?

Sylvester smirked with glee at Gordon's misfortune.

"You didn't believe me, did you? Now you know how strong he is!"

"Pfft!" Gordon spat out blood and raised his head. His face was pale.

"Guys, Dustin is really strong. You should all fight him together!" he said the same thing as Sylvester.

The young heirs dared not mock him.

Dustin's power surpassed their expectations.

"Go!"

At this time, nobody bothered with

martial arts ethics. These you withnoveldrama

prodigies rushed forward together and wanted to surround and attack Dustin.

That was the only way. Even the best two fighters could not

withstand one strike from Dustin when they fought him alone, so they could

Ponly fight with the advantage of numbers on their side.

"I did tell you to come at me together," Dustin said lazily.

Then, he swiftly acted.

He did not use any special attack when facing these prodigies of the Martial Saint

level.