Right after, Zion lost his balance. He hurled through the air and slammed against a wall, which left a deep crater.

Everyone in the room gasped.

Zion was the branch leader of the Martial League of Grayvale and a powerful ninth grade fighter. How could he be beaten with just one strike?

What kind of monster was Dustin?

Ignatius’s eyes widened. His breathing stilled.

How could Zion be beaten?

What kind of power did Dustin have?

Ignatius trembled in fear.

No one here could protect him.

Zion clutched his chest as he coughed. His eyes were filled with terror.

He looked like he had just seen a ghost.

Dustin had the kind of skills that were almost legendary in nature. He was simply too powerful to fathom.

The dreadful suspicion Zion had dared not voice was finally confirmed.

“You are… a sovereign grade fighter! A one-in-a-million Martial Saint!” he cried in shock.

At this, the whole place turned silent.

“A-A Martial Saint…” someone said in a trembling voice