He did not even touch the platform…

All he did was wave his hand to release a single burst of pure energy…

This was an entirely different level compared to Henry, who had to press his hand against the platform to channel his energy.

In short, the difference was clear. Dustin’s pure energy was exponentially more powerful than Henry’s.

The realization left the crowd utterly stunned.

Was this kid really from some rural backwater like Rivenesco?

No one felt the disparity more acutely than Henry himself.

He had experienced Dustin’s unique pure energy firsthand.

As his men helped him to his feet, he was deep in thought.

“Overbearing… such an overbearing energy!” he murmured to himself. It was the only way he could describe it.

“Mr. Henry, are you… okay?” one of his men asked anxiously.

Snapping out of his daze, Henry winced as pain shot through him.

His face was darkened with humiliation.

He had lost…

He had been utterly crushed. He was not even able to last a