The next round began quickly.

“Begin!”

Whoosh!

Before the emcee’s voice even faded, someone was already sent flying out of the platform.

Dustin stood motionless and did not even take a single step.

The emcee turned pale in terror.

“Dustin wins!”

“Bravo!” A few cheers erupted from the audience.

His swift and decisive victory made one thing clear. He was not an amateur.

Seated above, Jimmy and Marco fixed their gazes on Dustin and were intrigued by his skill in fighting.

“Pair him with a higher-level fighter,” the reception manager said. His tone sounded grim.

The emcee complied.

“Begin!”

Whoosh!

The result was the same. As soon as the emcee said the word, Dustin’s opponent went flying out of the platform.

This time, even the reception manager was rendered speechless.

They had matched Dustin with a seventh grade fighter.

He was defeated instantly.

How powerful was Dustin exactly?

It was not a stretch to imagine that Du