As Dustin swung his arm downward, a great wind started to blow. It rushed through the doors of the conference room.

“What?”

Elijah and Timothy paled. Their expressions turned into one of terror.

They had never imagined that Dustin would be so powerful, and he had done this with just one move.

There was no way Dustin was an Intermediate Martial Saint.

The two of them were still in a daze when the blast of wind reached them.

The doors to the conference room broke into splinters and battered Elijah and Timothy.

“Ouch!” they shrieked.

Their clothes were ripped and frayed. Their bodies were tormented with small cuts.

The wind howled, and it was so powerful that it seemed like it was going to destroy the whole conference room.

“This…”

The martial artists hiding in the conference room were all wide-eyed. They had never seen such a thing before.

What kind of frightening move was this? Dustin had generated a storm with just a swing of his arm!

Was this another one of