At least, there was no one like that in Grayvale.

Perhaps in Central Harbor, such figures existed, but they were exceedingly rare.

Individuals like this could dominate the younger generation across the entire Lovellia.

Henry’s expression became complicated.

Thankfully, he had not offended Dustin too much and had tried to make amends just in time.

Otherwise, it might have been him lying on the ground right now.

Tyler remained silent.

He was Grayvale’s top prodigy. This was the first time he had suffered such a crushing defeat.

His opponent was a Legendary Martial Saint and was capable of utterly overpowering him as a ninth grade martial artist. What was there left to fight for?

His gaze lingered bitterly on Allison.

Although his defeat left him unwilling to accept it, strength spoke louder than desire.

Swallowing his pain, Tyler struggled to his feet.

“You’re strong. I’m no match for you right now…” he admitted slowly. “But no one knows the future, and