Tyler's sword was swift and powerful. When he executed his sword technique, it was like an arrow piercing through the sky.

Whichever direction it went, a howling wind followed and kicked up dust and stones. It even tore a rift in the air. It was extremely powerful!

"What a fast sword! What a terrifying technique! It is as expected of a grandmaster!"

"With this sword, even the Gods would have to yield. Let's see how Dustin will defend against this!"

"I feel that Tyler is about to land a winning strike!"

As they watched Tyler's incredible sword strike, the Grant family members were filled with excitement and anticipation. They felt as if victory was within their grasp.

Even Arthur, who had been worried earlier, sighed a long sigh of relief. He had been doubtful about Tyler's status as a grandmaster, and now it seemed like there was no doubt about it.

He seemed much stronger than ordinary martial arts grandmasters. This was their win.

"Go to hell!" Tyler roared and thrust his