Dustin and Allison stayed at the hotel for a short while, but Allison quickly grew bored.

“I thought the so-called martial arts gathering for young talents of Grayvale would be some kind of flourishing celebration of skill and growth,” she said to Dustin with furrowed brows. “Turns out it’s nothing more than a chaotic mess. This is pointless. Let’s head back.”

Dustin nodded.

This place was nothing more than a glorified gambling den, except the gamblers here were young and talented martial artists. The luxury and decadence were the same.

The two prepared to leave.

“Leaving so soon? There are plenty more interesting activities here,” Henry said with a polite smile and attempted to keep them here.

“No need. We have other things to do,” Allison said indifferently.

Henry did not push further and graciously offered to see them off.

Boom!

Suddenly, a loud explosion echoed from the entrance and startled everyone inside. It halted all activities.

“Mr. Henry, it’s Tyl