"Kid, you've certainly surprised me with your skills," Garrett admitted as he stood up slowly.

He continued, "But that doesn't justify your boldness in my presence with your limited skills." As he spoke, an imposing energy surged from within him.

The martial artists felt the air grow heavy, and each breath became a struggle.

"This grandmaster's strength is no laughing matter! Is this what Elder Mason is capable of?"

They couldn't help feeling a mix of awe and apprehension. Just a mere display of power had them rooted in place. After all, that was the might of a grandmaster martial artist.

Despite the tension in the air, Dustin stayed composed. His eyes locked on Garrett's with unwavering resolve.

"You've got talent, kid." Garrett stood with his hands clasped behind his back.

He added arrogantly, "I'm willing to offer you another chance. I'll let this incident slide if you swallow your pride and apologize. I might even make an exception and take you under my wing."

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