He finally understood why none of his men had been able to defeat Tyler.

Tyler had reached the Martial Saint level…

It was a grade that utterly dominated anyone below it, even those at the top of the ninth grade.

Elijah clenched his fists tightly.

For most martial artists, even reaching sovereign grade was an unattainable dream.

Even his own strength was the result of a Martial Saint transferring his energy to him.

Yet Tyler, who he once defeated, had reached the same level in just a few days, all thanks to Dustin’s techniques.

The injustice gnawed at Elijah.

The techniques Dustin used should have belonged to the Wyatt family.

“Tyler… is a Martial Saint?!”

The outsiders finally grasped the truth. Their faces were a mixture of awe and disbelief.

A young Martial Saint was a rarity. He was a prodigy who should have been making waves in Central Harbor, not wasting away in the remote Southwestern region.

“Now, do you understand how formidable the strongest