“What an ignorant young man.” Dante shook his head.
“You should remember we’re not in Southern province but in Oakvale. It’s a place teeming with brilliant and gifted individuals. Your meager skills won’t cause a ripple here.”
“Sir Dante, if you’re itching for a fight, let’s not waste more time. I have a lot on my schedule,” Dustin yawned as he spoke, looking sleepy. He had been busy with a multitude of tasks lately.
He had been occupied with the reconstruction of Harmony Healers, staff training for Dew Balm production, and keeping his eyes peeled for information on the Emerald Corolla and Iceheart Lotus.
His relentless back-and-forth travels had nearly exhausted him. If it weren’t because the Fallons could be useful to him, he wouldn’t have been bothered with them.
“You insolent brat!” Dustin’s nonchalant behavior angered the Fallons. They’ve seen plenty of audacious individuals, but nothing like Dustin’s type, who didn’t take them seriously at all. He was asking for death!
“Rhys! Don’t be too arrogant. Once Declan gets here, you’ll be crying on the floor!” Dexter said darkly.
“What? He’s not here yet?” Dustin frowned slightly. “Why did you even call for me? Talk over tea? Do you know time is money? I’m a busy man!”
The crowd erupted in a frenzy with his words.
“Goddamn it! This brat is too much! He doesn’t respect us at all!”
“He’s too much! He’s absolutely crazy!”
“Fuck! If it weren’t because I hurt my leg yesterday, I would have killed him already!”
The Fallon disciples were angry and indignant, and even Dante frowned. Was this young man intentionally provoking them, or was he really that arrogant?
“Uncle Dante, I can’t stand by and listen to his nonsense! I’m going to rip him apart!” Right then, a burly man suddenly stood up.
He looked like he was made of pure muscle and had a scary-looking face. He was much bigger than Dexter and seemed no different than a mountain. This man was Samson Fallon.
Though he was not directly related to the Fallons, he was chosen as a core disciple and received special training due to his outstanding martial talent.
“Fatty, are you sure? What if you lose and embarrass the Fallons?” Dustin suddenly blurted out.
“Uncle Dante, this guy keeps insulting us! How could we show our faces if we let him go?” Samson was furious.
“Alright! You can take the lead and knock out all his teeth first!” Dante couldn’t take it any longer, either.
“No problem!” Samson grinned widely. He slammed the table so hard that it broke into pieces before taking big strides toward Dustin. His expression was menacing like he wanted to devour Dustin.
“Uncle Dante, Dustin is pretty skilled. Is Samson confident of taking him on?” Dexter asked.
“Don’t worry. Even though Samson isn’t as skilled as Declan, he is still the strongest among all of you. He’s also extremely gifted, so taking Dustin down shouldn’t be a problem,” Dante said confidently.
“That’s right! Samson’s skills are unparalleled. Ordinary divine-level martial artists are no match for him. That bastard is in for a thrashing!”
“I heard Samson can rip a bull with his bare hands. I’m itching to see this kid torn to shreds!”
The Fallons were excited and filled with anticipation. Samson was gifted and highly skilled. He easily ranked among the top three Fallon disciples. Taking on a scrawny guy like Dustin would be a piece of cake.
“Look! Samson is making a move!”
Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Samson charged forward like a tank as he roared. His arms reassembled giant iron hammers as they swung, aiming at Dustin’s head. If he landed this solid blow, even elephants would drop dead!
Just when everyone believed Dustin was doomed, a thud was heard. Samson, who had charged forward, was sent flying several meters away as if struck by a train. He crashed heavily into the wall, and blood gushed from his mouth and nose.
He fainted on the spot.
For a moment, there was only silence.
