The objective was straightforward.

Clearly, the man had done his homework. He knew that just a few days ago, Tyler was merely a ninth grade fighter, not even at the top, and far from reaching the Martial Saint level.

Yet, after training under Dustin for just a short time, Tyler had not only reached Martial Saint level but had also defeated Elijah.

Even someone as esteemed as Joseph would be astonished by such a feat.

The ability to elevate someone to sovereign grade in mere days was extraordinary and would undoubtedly attract the interest of many influential factions.

That was why he had sent Allison to test the waters.

‘You old geezer! Of course, you’d make a move,’ Dustin thought.

“I’ll give you a pill. Take it, and you’ll shine at the martial arts competition,” he said as he placed a small bottle on the table between them.

Then, he brought out a martial arts manual and set it in front of Allison.

“This technique is suitable for you. Take it with you.”