“I need to speak with your branch leader, Wilhelm. Please, let him know,” Dustin said calmly. The two receptionists exchanged glances. They looked awkward. Someone who had just walked in demanded to see the branch leader and addressed him by his first name! In the Grayvale black market, hardly anyone dared to show such disregard for manners. “Sir, may I ask who you are?” one of them cautiously asked. “Dustin Fox from Rivenesco. Just pass the message along. He’ll come out to see me,” Dustin said. Their faces grew even stranger. No one had ever dared to ask for Wilhelm Proud with this kind of attitude before. “Sir, do you have an appointment?” one of them asked carefully. Dustin shook his head. “My apologies, but we don’t have the authority to pass along your request. Besides, Mr. Proud rarely meets anyone…” Dustin’s face darkened. “Just tell Wilhelm this: if he doesn’t come out to meet me, I’ll smash his Grayvale branch to pieces,” he said flatly
The Grayvale black market stadium was packed with people and was noisy. Cheers and shouts echoed through the massive hall. Marco and Jimmy were there too. They watched a burly fighter defeat his opponent on the platform. The burly man delivered a devastating punch and sent his opponent flying out of the platform. The latter crashed into the floor. “Bravo!” the crowd roared and clapped enthusiastically. “Mad Lion! 23 consecutive victories!” the emcee shouted. “Mr. Thornton, your fighter is incredible. With his winning streak, I’m sure he’ll secure the title of Black Market Champion soon,” Marco said as he buttered Jimmy up. “And when he does, you’ll make a fortune!” Jimmy beamed in satisfaction. The fighter was someone he had hired for an exorbitant price, with the sole purpose of claiming the Black Market Champion title. The consecutive victories were already raking in money from the betting pools, and the Black Market Champion title came with not only
The next round began quickly. “Begin!” Whoosh! Before the emcee’s voice even faded, someone was already sent flying out of the platform. Dustin stood motionless and did not even take a single step. The emcee turned pale in terror. “Dustin wins!” “Bravo!” A few cheers erupted from the audience. His swift and decisive victory made one thing clear. He was not an amateur. Seated above, Jimmy and Marco fixed their gazes on Dustin and were intrigued by his skill in fighting. “Pair him with a higher-level fighter,” the reception manager said. His tone sounded grim. The emcee complied. “Begin!” Whoosh! The result was the same. As soon as the emcee said the word, Dustin’s opponent went flying out of the platform. This time, even the reception manager was rendered speechless. They had matched Dustin with a seventh grade fighter. He was defeated instantly. How powerful was Dustin exactly? It was not a stretch to imagine that Du
“Dustin, how dare you say that?” Marco stared in disbelief. Clearly, Dustin had no idea who Mr. Thornton was. “You’re too arrogant! Do you think this is Rivenesco? If you offend Mr. Thornton, your people can’t save you! “In your next match, you have to lose! Otherwise, you’ll face the consequences,” Marco said threateningly. Carrying out Jimmy’s orders was his way of buttering the former up. “With Mr. Thornton’s resources, making someone disappear is child’s play,” Marco said darkly. “Why don’t you disappear first and stop wasting my time?” Dustin said in annoyance. “You—!” Marco’s face turned beet red. “Fine! This is your own choice. When you’re lying in pain, don’t blame anyone but yourself!” he spat before storming off. Back in the stand, Marco approached Jimmy. “Apologies, Mr. Thornton. That kid is insolent and doesn’t take you seriously at all…” Marco said in a low voice. “He even told us to get lost. He completely disrespected your name!”
This kid had already reached the terrifying level of a Martial Saint at such a young age! How could anyone hope to match a powerful Martial Saint like him? Mad Lion desperately tried to dodge, but his movements were no match for Dustin’s overwhelming speed. Bam! In mere seconds, a devastating punch landed squarely on Mad Lion. His eyes bulged in shock, his face twisted in agony, and the sound of bones cracking echoed through the stadium. Every tendon snapped, and his internal organs ruptured. His body was crushed under the immense force. It was a power far beyond what he could endure. “Ugh…” Mad Lion spat out a mouthful of blood. Fragments of his injured organs were mixed in with it. Whoosh! Mad Lion was flung backward like a kite with a broken string. He was hurled through the air before crashing outside the platform. He lay motionless for a long time. The entire stadium fell silent. The reception manager stood with his jaw slack. Marco was frozen i
The occupant of the private room was no ordinary figure. He was the martial artist overseeing this black market stadium, practically the grandmaster. Dustin’s challenge was a direct provocation! Such a thing had never happened before. No one had ever dared to show such disrespect at the North Border black market branch, let alone openly challenge the grandmaster, who was a Martial Saint! That was how powerful the North Border branch was. Martial Saints were legends among martial artists. They were the national heroes of Lovellia and were granted special privileges by the government. Martial Saints of the black market were shrouded in mystery, but their strength was beyond question. “He’s actually challenging the grandmaster of the North Border black market stadium!” whispers spread through the crowd like wildfire. The audacity to challenge the black market’s authority so openly was an insult of the highest order! Even Lovellia’s most revered heroes would thi
Since Dustin was being rude, Colin would treat him the same way. “En garde!” Colin yelled as he got into a battle-ready stance. “Get ready. I’m about to make my move,” Dustin said. Dustin only warned him because he felt that Colin was courteous toward him. He moved right after he spoke. In an instant, all that was left of Dustin was his afterimage. In the blink of an eye, he had disappeared. Colin was not the sort of person to underestimate his opponents. He always gave his all when facing anyone. Yet, when Dustin moved, he was still stunned. Colin was a Martial Saint. Yet, he had not even been able to see Dustin’s movements clearly! He tried with all his power to track Dustin, but it was all in vain. At that moment, Colin lost his cool. His eyes were filled with shock. “What kind of move was that?” Colin was absolutely floored. Based on what he knew, all he could tell was that Dustin had mastered some unique, high-class technique. There was a hum of somethi
There was no way Nolan was going to ignore Dustin’s order this time. He immediately ran off to notify the branch leader. “Who is that person, really?” Everyone was looking at Dustin in curiosity. “There are only a handful of Martial Saints that young! But I’ve never heard of anyone with the last name ‘Fox.’” “It has to be a fake name. I’m 80% sure of it. I’m even more certain that he’s a prodigy from one of the top families in Central Harbor.” “I wonder why such an amazing person with such great power is here in Grayvale?” Everyone was engrossed in the discussion. After a while, the stadium suddenly fell into silence. The branch leader of Ollebank had arrived. This was yet another legendary person. The black market branch leader of Ollebank was Wilhelm Proud. He had managed to climb from the bottom rung of the ladder to the position of branch leader of Ollebank. It was an admirable feat. “Dustin Fox, surviving descendant of the Fox family. Why have you co
Even mustering all his strength to mutter, “I yield,” had exhausted Silas. Everyone stared in shock. Silas was a Peak Martial Saint. Typically, Martial Saints were already very rare, much less Peak Martial Saints like Silas. Yet, a powerful Martial Saint like him was forced to yield without even a single blow being exchanged. This was a world-ending kind of experience for other martial artists. In the air, Dustin frowned. How could a Peak Martial Saint crumble under his power without a single blow being dealt out? However, on second thoughts, it was quite understandable. After learning the ultimate moves of the Fox family, Dustin had started using them with the ones Lucas had taught him. His martial skills had risen to new heights. However, the ultimate move of the Fox family had been beyond his expectations. Dustin suppressed his power and floated down. In an instant, the oppressive force that had choked the stadium disappeared. Silas gasped for bre
Dustin had definitely offended Silas. As expected, Silas’s face turned thunderous. He was a Peak Martial Saint and had been overlooked by a Superior Martial Saint. No matter how forgiving one was, such an insult was hard to swallow. Besides, Silas was not a forgiving person. “Kid, you’d better remember what you said here today,” Silas said threateningly. After he said that, Silas walked to the middle of the stadium. “Are we going to attack or not?” The initiates exchanged glances with each other. “Let’s not. Mr. Moreno is so angry. I don’t think we’ll get the chance to step in,” someone mumbled. “This young Martial Saint is dead…” They glanced at each other and planned to sit back and watch. “Whatever.” When Dustin noticed this, he walked over to the collapsed platform. As he did, something in his gaze changed. His eyes shone brightly and gleamed with a certain piercing power. As he walked, his power seeped through. It was like a well that was incessan
“Let them attack me all at once…” Dustin meant this for all the Martial Saints present. When he said that, everyone fell silent. The Martial Saints looked at Dustin strangely because they did not understand what he meant by that. Someone frowned as he realized something. “Sir, you asked us to fight someone. Did you mean this kid?” one of the Martial Saints asked hesitantly. “That’s right,” Wilhelm said a bit awkwardly. He never expected Dustin to make such a suggestion, either. Martial Saints were all arrogant martial artists. None of them would be able to stomach such blatant provocation, especially when it came from someone as young as Dustin. As expected, the Martial Saints all looked displeased and angry when they understood the situation. “How arrogant! Where did this punk come from? What gives him the guts to speak so arrogantly? Where did you get your confidence?” “It would be an insult to fight this conceited punk. Does he think he has the right to f
Dustin was simply too arrogant. Yet, Wilhelm gave it some more thought and decided that this was a good opportunity to show Dustin what he was made of. He would be able to teach Dustin a lesson and also make it easier for him to warn him. Wilhelm eyed Nolan. “Clear the place of people,” he ordered. Nolan quickly nodded. “Everyone, the fights at the stadium have come to an end for today. The stadium has experienced extensive damage, so we will be undergoing a period of renovation. Please leave the premises to avoid the dust and debris,” Nolan announced loudly to the audience. Some staff members showed up to usher the crowd away. From the looks of it, they were ready to use force if the audience was reluctant to leave. The audience was hesitant, but they had no choice but to leave. As they left, they were still discussing the mysterious, young Martial Saint who had shown up. Soon, the stadium was emptied of people other than members of the black market. “
There was no way Nolan was going to ignore Dustin’s order this time. He immediately ran off to notify the branch leader. “Who is that person, really?” Everyone was looking at Dustin in curiosity. “There are only a handful of Martial Saints that young! But I’ve never heard of anyone with the last name ‘Fox.’” “It has to be a fake name. I’m 80% sure of it. I’m even more certain that he’s a prodigy from one of the top families in Central Harbor.” “I wonder why such an amazing person with such great power is here in Grayvale?” Everyone was engrossed in the discussion. After a while, the stadium suddenly fell into silence. The branch leader of Ollebank had arrived. This was yet another legendary person. The black market branch leader of Ollebank was Wilhelm Proud. He had managed to climb from the bottom rung of the ladder to the position of branch leader of Ollebank. It was an admirable feat. “Dustin Fox, surviving descendant of the Fox family. Why have you co
Since Dustin was being rude, Colin would treat him the same way. “En garde!” Colin yelled as he got into a battle-ready stance. “Get ready. I’m about to make my move,” Dustin said. Dustin only warned him because he felt that Colin was courteous toward him. He moved right after he spoke. In an instant, all that was left of Dustin was his afterimage. In the blink of an eye, he had disappeared. Colin was not the sort of person to underestimate his opponents. He always gave his all when facing anyone. Yet, when Dustin moved, he was still stunned. Colin was a Martial Saint. Yet, he had not even been able to see Dustin’s movements clearly! He tried with all his power to track Dustin, but it was all in vain. At that moment, Colin lost his cool. His eyes were filled with shock. “What kind of move was that?” Colin was absolutely floored. Based on what he knew, all he could tell was that Dustin had mastered some unique, high-class technique. There was a hum of somethi
The occupant of the private room was no ordinary figure. He was the martial artist overseeing this black market stadium, practically the grandmaster. Dustin’s challenge was a direct provocation! Such a thing had never happened before. No one had ever dared to show such disrespect at the North Border black market branch, let alone openly challenge the grandmaster, who was a Martial Saint! That was how powerful the North Border branch was. Martial Saints were legends among martial artists. They were the national heroes of Lovellia and were granted special privileges by the government. Martial Saints of the black market were shrouded in mystery, but their strength was beyond question. “He’s actually challenging the grandmaster of the North Border black market stadium!” whispers spread through the crowd like wildfire. The audacity to challenge the black market’s authority so openly was an insult of the highest order! Even Lovellia’s most revered heroes would thi
This kid had already reached the terrifying level of a Martial Saint at such a young age! How could anyone hope to match a powerful Martial Saint like him? Mad Lion desperately tried to dodge, but his movements were no match for Dustin’s overwhelming speed. Bam! In mere seconds, a devastating punch landed squarely on Mad Lion. His eyes bulged in shock, his face twisted in agony, and the sound of bones cracking echoed through the stadium. Every tendon snapped, and his internal organs ruptured. His body was crushed under the immense force. It was a power far beyond what he could endure. “Ugh…” Mad Lion spat out a mouthful of blood. Fragments of his injured organs were mixed in with it. Whoosh! Mad Lion was flung backward like a kite with a broken string. He was hurled through the air before crashing outside the platform. He lay motionless for a long time. The entire stadium fell silent. The reception manager stood with his jaw slack. Marco was frozen i
“Dustin, how dare you say that?” Marco stared in disbelief. Clearly, Dustin had no idea who Mr. Thornton was. “You’re too arrogant! Do you think this is Rivenesco? If you offend Mr. Thornton, your people can’t save you! “In your next match, you have to lose! Otherwise, you’ll face the consequences,” Marco said threateningly. Carrying out Jimmy’s orders was his way of buttering the former up. “With Mr. Thornton’s resources, making someone disappear is child’s play,” Marco said darkly. “Why don’t you disappear first and stop wasting my time?” Dustin said in annoyance. “You—!” Marco’s face turned beet red. “Fine! This is your own choice. When you’re lying in pain, don’t blame anyone but yourself!” he spat before storming off. Back in the stand, Marco approached Jimmy. “Apologies, Mr. Thornton. That kid is insolent and doesn’t take you seriously at all…” Marco said in a low voice. “He even told us to get lost. He completely disrespected your name!”