The man whose head had been wedged into the pillar was finally pulled free. He gasped for air as if he had nearly suffocated.

Henry’s face darkened.

“Mr. Dox, even if he struck you first, don’t you think your response was too harsh?” he said in displeasure.

“Apologies,” Dustin said calmly, though his tone betrayed no real regret. “I didn’t expect the so-called prodigies of Grayvale to be this fragile. I only used ten percent of my strength.”

Dustin had not exaggerated.

In fact, the man had been defeated with far less than the claimed ten percent strength.

The room erupted in murmurs at his casual remark, which sounded more like an insult to everyone in the venue.

This gathering was full of the young prodigies from Grayvale’s most prestigious martial families, and Dustin’s remark came across as outrageously arrogant and utterly intolerable.

“How dare a nobody from the countryside insult the young elites of Grayvale!” The crowd’s anger was unrestrained.

Just then