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Samson had lost badly. His huge frame created a dent in the wall, and his upper body was stuck inside,
rendering him utterly immobile. From a distance, he resembled a piece of artwork hanging on the wall.
“What?” The crowd was dumbfounded by the scene they had just witnessed. Their eyes widened in
disbelief.
When Samson had charged forward, they thought the results were clear. But they didn’t expect
Samson to be sent flying in such a fashion. They couldn’t wrap their head around the unexpected turn
of events.
“What just happened? Samson … lost?”
“How is that even possible? With Samson’s strength, he couldn’t have lost to that kid!”
“It must have been an accident!”
After a momentary silence, the crowd erupted into a heated discussion. Nobody had anticipated the
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtoutcome before them.
Samson was gifted and highly skilled and was known for his nearly impenetrable defense. The fact that
an elite fighter of his caliber couldn’t withstand a single strike from Dustin was simply unbelievable.
Dante’s cup slipped from his grasp and crashed to the ground, shattering it into pieces. The smile on
his face froze, and he seemed unsettled by the outcome. This was the last thing he had expected. A
single blow from Dustin had defeated a top-three-ranked disciple of the Fallons.
Dante questioned whether Samson had underestimated his opponent or if the gap in their abilities was
truly that vast.
“God damn it! I knew he wouldn’t be easy to deal with!” Dexter gulped; his fear from their previous
encounter still lingered.
They had both suffered the same fate at Dustin’s hands, but Samson’s injuries were more severe. It
was obvious that previously, Dustin had held back on him. What a terrifying fellow!
“He’s big but pretty useless. I’d call him a walking target.” Dustin retracted his fist, maintaining a
composed demeanor. It was as if he had pulled off something normal.
“Brat! What tricks did you pull?” Dante rose from his seat, his gaze sharp. Samson’s nearly
impenetrable defense made it impossible for someone of the same age to injure him with a single
punch. Dustin must have resorted to some sort of underhanded method!
“Sir Dante, the Fallons are not sore losers, are they?” Dustin remarked calmly.
“If you had won purely based on your skills, we’ll naturally acknowledge it. But your performance was
clearly abnormal,” Dante retorted coldly.
“If you doubt my abilities, you can send a few more people. Or better yet, why don’t you all come at me
together?” Dustin shrugged.
“How dare you!”
“Outrageous!”
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmThe Fallons were enraged and indignant upon hearing him. They clenched their fists, itching to take
Dustin down. This young man was blatantly insulting them!
“Brat! You’re playing with fire!” Dante’s expression darkened, and his gaze turned hostile.
The Fallons, as one of the ancient houses, had never been insulted before. If he didn’t make an
example out of this insolent brat today, others would do the same in the future.
“Sir Dante, the sooner we finish this, the better. I’m really short on time,” Dustin said seriously.
“Since you insist on playing with fire, I’ll grant your wish!” Dante sneered and then pointed to several
skilled fighters in the crowd.
He commanded, “All of you, get him! Let him experience the might of the Fallon family!”
“Yes, sir!”
The chosen individuals immediately stepped forward and advanced toward Dustin.
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