Chapter 1887

"I'll have to admit that you've got the skills," Reagan remarked, wielding his spear with an imposing presence.

He continued, "Not many can block my 'Desert Mirage,' and it seems you're one of the few. With time, you might even surpass me."

In the previous strike, Reagan put in at least 50% of his strength. He sensed that Dustin had only slightly lagged after displaying his power in the direct confrontation earlier.

However, Reagan felt that Dustin still had a long way to go to catch up.

"I expected someone holding the fifth rank on the Astonishing World List to be more impressive. Guess I overestimated you," Dustin commented, a tinge of disappointment evident in his expression.

"What did you just say?" Reagan shot him a cold glare. He couldn't fathom how Dustin would dare to underestimate him.

"What? Did you not catch that? Allow me to repeat." Dustin raised his voice. "Your strength is pathetic, way weaker than I anticipated!"

Upon hearing this, Reagan instantly boiled with a