“Sylvester, what’s wrong with you?”

They stared at Sylvester skeptically and suspected him of pretending to have lost.

He was fourth in the Dragon’s Successor ranking, but he was sent flying without warning. No one could believe it.

Sylvester’s face turned red with rage when he saw that people doubted him.

At that time, both his arms were still burning with pain. His energy and blood churned violently within his body, and it made him cough up blood.

Dustin seemed to have attacked casually, but the impact was immense. He did not have the ability to resist it.

“Sylvester, you’re not going to change sides like Anson, the Superintendent of the Martial League, are you?” Elijah asked darkly.

Sylvester’s face darkened, and he found it difficult to speak.

“Dustin is really strong. I didn’t intend to go easy on him. Please be careful!” he said to them.

“Sylvester, do you mean he’s a Martial King? How else could he beat you?” someone asked and sneered.

A few people chuckled.