Quincy's eyes widened in astonishment. It was shocking that he wasn't able to react in time to Dustin's silver needle with his skills.

If used against Marco, Dustin might just have a chance of winning. Not to mention, Quincy had sensed the faint aura of a grandmaster through the silver needle that flew by.

He wondered if the unknown young man before him could actually be a martial arts grandmaster.

"Elder Douglas, I think I qualify for a duel now, don't you think?" Dustin asked.

After a moment's hesitation, Quincy eventually nodded. "Alright, since you're this confident, I'll give you a chance. I hope you won't disappoint us."

If Dustin was a grandmaster, coupled with his amazing hidden weapon techniques, there was a good chance that he might just emerge victorious.

"Elder Douglas, is this a joke? You're really going to allow him to duel?"

"Elder Douglas, that kid is just a lone wanderer! How is he worthy of representing Dragonmarsh in a duel?"

"It's such an embarrassme