Isfrid and her team, who were standing behind Dustin, had it worse. They had difficulty breathing and staggered backward involuntarily.

"Is this what a divine-level martial artist is like? How frightening!"

The crowd looked at each other in apprehension, silently worried.

"Fool." Dustin sneered coldly at Joshua's oncoming attack and made a move, landing a fierce slap on his face. The thunderous slap sent Joshua into a backflip in the air, and he landed head first onto the ground.

At that