The look in Dustin’s eyes was mocking.

Without saying anything, he crooked a finger at Anson.

Anson’s face immediately turned stormy.

He was the Superintendent of the Martial League, with a level of martial arts that was formidable.

He was an Apex Martial Saint. He was at the level that was so powerful that they usually did not appear in public. He could not tolerate Dustin’s rudeness.

How dare Dustin mock him?

“Ignorant and insolent!” Anson said coldly. Without wasting more of his breath, he struck.

When he moved, a wind whipped up the loose sand and gravel around him.

Anson moved so fast that the eye could barely track him, and the wind whistled. It was evident how powerful that single move was.

Anson’s gaze was sharp and vicious. He was aiming for Dustin’s lower abdomen.

It was a ruthless attack.

If they were hit, any martial artist would be severely injured. At worst, that martial artist would lose all their fighting skills and would be crippled.

Initially,