Elijah walked over to Dustin in anger.

“You think you can escape it by not participating? I will defeat you in public today and tell the world who is the best heir to Wyatt family’s martial art techniques!”

Dustin chuckled softly. He had no intention to hide his disdain toward Elijah.

He was just a loser who used shortcuts to reach the Martial Saint level by making someone transfer their strength to him.

How dare he?

Elijah was just a joke in Dustin’s eyes, but his arrogance was off the charts.

“You’re too weak to even be qualified to fight me.” Dustin shook his head. “Come talk to me if you can walk past him.” He cast Tyler a glance.

Elijah’s face was filled with rage.

Dustin had just insulted him in the worst possible way. He had let his subordinate take his place.

Bam!

His pure energy surged as he launched himself like a missile at Dustin.

He wanted to make Dustin regret this and force him to kneel and beg for mercy. He wanted to crush him in front of everyon