After one minute, the metal doors of the pressure machine opened, and Dustin walked out calmly.

He seemed so relaxed no one could have guessed that he had withstood such high pressure.

"Sir, I get to advance to the next level, right?" Dustin asked.

"O—of course!" Getting over his shock, the staff nodded frantically.

He couldn't believe that Dustin could withstand level-100 pressure for a minute. Was Dustin made of darksteel? This was unbelievable!

"Damn, he's a monster." Georgia was in awe as well.

Dustin excelled in all four tests—strength, speed, internal energy, and defense. It was like he was perfect.

Usually, people would struggle to pass even a single test. Yet, Dustin managed to pass them with flying colors.

Was he a monster?

"I knew Dustin was strong." A rare smile appeared on Scarlet's face, who was proud of Dustin's achievements.

"I guess Terry Doyle lost for a reason," Patrick mumbled. He had known that Dustin was strong, but he never expected Dustin to be so