Dustin felt nothing from killing Mark. He did not even spare his corpse another glance and just continued chasing after Metal Mask.

After some time, someone came running over.

It was Timothy, and he was gasping for air.

He was just a ninth grade fighter, and he was gravely injured. He could not hope to catch up with any of them.

But he still followed Mark because he wanted to see his uncle kill Dustin.

If Mark had managed to kill Dustin, it would not just avenge Timothy but would also have completed the mission from the Martial League.

Once he took a photo and grabbed Dustin’s severed head, Elisa would admire him even more. He could also report back to the headquarters in Central Harbor. All he had to do next was wait for his reward.

From the distance, Timothy saw signs of fighting in the area ahead.

His face lit up in joy. Then, he ran a little faster.

“Uncle Mark!” he cried out and ran over to the hole eagerly.

He saw Mark inside the hole. He had been flattened in