All Chapters of My Aloof Sisters Asked for My Forgiveness: Chapter 301 - Chapter 310

The man whose head had been wedged into the pillar was finally pulled free. He gasped for air as if he had nearly suffocated. Henry’s face darkened. “Mr. Dox, even if he struck you first, don’t you think your response was too harsh?” he said in displeasure. “Apologies,” Dustin said calmly, though his tone betrayed no real regret. “I didn’t expect the so-called prodigies of Grayvale to be this fragile. I only used ten percent of my strength.” Dustin had not exaggerated. In fact, the man had been defeated with far less than the claimed ten percent strength. The room erupted in murmurs at his casual remark, which sounded more like an insult to everyone in the venue. This gathering was full of the young prodigies from Grayvale’s most prestigious martial families, and Dustin’s remark came across as outrageously arrogant and utterly intolerable. “How dare a nobody from the countryside insult the young elites of Grayvale!” The crowd’s anger was unrestrained. Just then

Whoosh! The two marbles collided. Bam! One shattered on the spot, while the other remained intact and flew into the smallest hole. “Fustin earns ten points. Julian scores zero.” The crowd was stunned. Their faces darkened. It had happened once again… It was exactly like the last round. Julian looked perplexed, and so did Henry and his group. Their faces were all grim. “Are you sure you really switched them?” Henry asked in a low voice, and his brows furrowed. “I swear I switched them!” The man being questioned looked frantic. Henry glared at Dustin as his gaze grew intense. This kid... was hiding something. “Again!” Julian was visibly frustrated and unwilling to accept defeat. Whoosh! Bam! “Fustin earns ten points. Julian scores zero.” The result was the same again and again, and Julian’s face darkened further. He had never lost like this in this game before, even when facing someone stronger than him... This was utter humiliation.

Dustin and Henry stood on opposite sides of the platform. “Fustin, just so you know, if any accidents happen during the competition, we’re not liable for it,” Henry said mockingly. “Let’s begin,” Dustin said flatly. Accidents? Of course, there would be accidents. The leader of Hell Hall, the King of Hades, had seen many things beyond the comprehension of these young heirs. “Alright!” Henry’s face turned serious as he nodded to someone standing by the side. “Ready…” The person raised a hand and brought it down. “Begin!” Henry immediately placed one hand on the surface of the platform and channeled his pure energy into it. The red liquid in front of him began to swell like mercury in a thermometer and rushed toward Dustin’s side. It pressed against the blue liquid. Dustin simply watched. He made no move. This drew derisive laughs from the crowd. “Daring to act tough in this game? He has no idea what he’s getting into. He’ll soon learn!” said someone and sneere

Dustin and Allison stayed at the hotel for a short while, but Allison quickly grew bored. “I thought the so-called martial arts gathering for young talents of Grayvale would be some kind of flourishing celebration of skill and growth,” she said to Dustin with furrowed brows. “Turns out it’s nothing more than a chaotic mess. This is pointless. Let’s head back.” Dustin nodded. This place was nothing more than a glorified gambling den, except the gamblers here were young and talented martial artists. The luxury and decadence were the same. The two prepared to leave. “Leaving so soon? There are plenty more interesting activities here,” Henry said with a polite smile and attempted to keep them here. “No need. We have other things to do,” Allison said indifferently. Henry did not push further and graciously offered to see them off. Boom! Suddenly, a loud explosion echoed from the entrance and startled everyone inside. It halted all activities. “Mr. Henry, it’s Tyl

The pain from his severed finger was nothing compared to the raging fury that filled Tyler. He was the top prodigy in Grayvale. He was undefeated among the younger generation of martial artists. How could he tolerate it when someone had cut off his finger? In a fit of rage, he intended to cripple Dustin in front of everyone, especially in front of Allison. A powerful burst of pure energy emanated from his body as he threw a punch at Dustin’s face. The punch was filled with overwhelming force, and one could almost hear it roar. ‘Thornton family’s Strike of Beasts is renowned for its power! I wonder if this Fustin guy can withstand even one of Tyler’s punches…’ That was the thought of many in the crowd, including Henry, who was not sure what to expect either. He had personally experienced the terrifying power of Tyler’s Strike of Beasts. It was formidable. The young prodigies of Grayvale wore cold smirks and were eager to see Dustin get crushed by Tyler’s iron fist. It wo