"Dustin, don't be hasty. You can't take him in a fight!" Eleanor urged, recognizing the danger of the situation.

Ezra, with his martial arts background, exuded an intimidating presence. He could take on ten opponents without breaking a sweat.

On the other hand, Dustin was just a doctor. Someone like Ezra would obviously defeat him.

"Don't worry, I don't see him as much of a threat," Dustin said calmly.

Ezra, though skilled, was a lower-level martial artist. He could win against average oppo