Although young, Dustin’s prowess was not on the same level as the younger generation in the martial arts world.

The so-called martial arts competition held no attraction for him.

However, when Henry and the others heard this, they found it quite arrogant.

“It seems that you, Mr. Fox, are a man who cares little for fame and fortune, while we, alas, are too shallow.” Henry forced out a bitter smile.

“However, we are representing the younger generation of the Grayvale and the Southwest region to invite you to this martial arts competition…” The group bowed respectfully to Dustin.

Dustin furrowed his brow.

“Why?” he asked.

Henry sighed.

“It’s… Mr. Elijah. I don’t know where he learned his martial arts from. His reputation was once unremarkable, but since his return, he’s gained the power of a Martial Saint. He’s challenged all the young prodigies of the Southwestern region, and his methods are… ruthless. All his opponents are either dead or severely injured!

“He’s too ar