The woman’s pretty face was revealed.

She had a doll-like face with exquisite features. They did not match her oppressive might at all.

Perhaps that was why she wore something to mask her face.

“If you can’t handle him, let me,” the tanned man said and moved toward Dustin.

He had a palm out and was ready to slam right into Dustin’s face.

The palm strike was a strong one and could even shatter steel.

However, Dustin countered with a palm strike of his own. He felt impatient.

With a roar, their palms met, and their internal energy clashed.

The man’s expression changed dramatically. He spit out a mouthful of blood, and his body flew back.

The woman’s eyes widened as she watched in disbelief.

“Artie!” she cried out.

The man was Agent One of the Outlaws Department, and they were both in the class of agents that was the most powerful.

Even older Martial Saints were not able to defeat them, much less younger martial artists.

Yet, one palm strike from Dustin had