"What?" Derek gaped at the headless bodies in disbelief.

He had witnessed how strong Charles' death warriors were and how they annihilated his men in less than two minutes.

Yet, those beasts had been defeated with a single strike.

That was impossible!

"H—how is that possible?" Charles' eyes widened incredulously.

Those had been insanely powerful fighters that his family spent a lot of time and effort training.

They were invincible when they fought together. Unless someone were a Grandmaster, they wouldn't be a match for his men.

Yet, Dustin had taken care of them with one swing. How was that even possible?

Charles backed up in terror as the headless bodies fell to the ground with thuds. His eyes were filled with astonishment, dismay, and fear.

"W—who the hell are you?" Charles paled.

He didn't expect Dustin to be so strong, initially assuming he could take care of Dustin easily.

"You have no right to know who I am," Dustin replied calmly.

"You have two choices right