Dexter’s fists rained down relentlessly, and a series of punches descended upon Dustin. The force behind each punch was strong, resonating loudly.
“I didn’t expect Dexter to have improved again. His Fiery Storm technique is now comparable to Samson’s.”
“The Fiery Storm technique is the Fallon family’s signature move and is known for its destructive power. If Dexter manages to seize the right moment, there is a chance that he could defeat Dustin.”
The crowd was astonished and expectant as they witnessed those swift and relentless punches. Perhaps Dexter could pull off a miracle.
A suddenly thunderous crash shattered the crowds’ hopes. Before Dexter’s fists could land on Dustin, he was sent flying by Dustin’s palm strike. He struck him so effortlessly that it looked like he had swatted a fly.
With a loud thud, Dexter collided with a wall after flying more than ten meters. He lost consciousness almost immediately.
The Fallon disciples sighed deeply. Even though they had expected the outcome, watching Dexter’s swift defeat was still hard to accept. After all, he was an elite Fallon disciple. It was quite embarrassing to be defeated so badly.
“What?” Griffin frowned slightly but quickly regained his composure. He had never witnessed Dustin’s abilities before and assumed Dexter could hold his own against Dustin. He didn’t expect Dexter to be defeated with just a single move.
When did the Fallon disciples turn this weak?
“What useless trash! He couldn’t even withstand a single move. This is such a disgrace to our family!” At that moment, a young woman behind Griffin spoke up.
She was dressed stylishly and was beautiful but carried an air of arrogance. This was Griffin’s daughter, Daphne Fallon.
“Is it possible that … my husband is just too strong?” Natasha smiled faintly.
“Hmph! How can you be proud of defeating trash? The real elites of our family haven’t even made an appearance yet!” Daphne scoffed.
“Is that so? Why don’t you prove to us by bringing out your elite fighters?” Natasha challenged.
“Declan, it’s your turn now. You must bring glory to our family!” Daphne suddenly shifted her gaze to the young man standing beside her.
The young man stood with his hands behind his back. He had a calm expression and appeared indifferent, closely resembling Griffin. This man was none other than the Fallon family’s most talented genius, Declan Fallon.
“Declan, go and have a little fun with the young man. Remember, don’t go too hard on him,” Griffin instructed calmly.
“Alright,” Declan responded. He then went up leisurely, his hands still behind his back.
“This is great! Declan has finally stepped in. This guy is done for!”
“Declan is our family’s top talent and much stronger than Samson. He should have no problem dealing with Dustin!”
“Good luck, Declan! Teach this guy a lesson and show him the might of the ancient houses!”
Declan’s appearance gave hope to the Fallon disciples. As a core figure groomed by the Fallons, Declan alone had been the primary recipient of their resources.
His strength was far superior to his peers within the Fallons, making him an exceptional talent!
Finding a young talent who was comparable to Declan in the whole of Oakvale was like finding a needle in a haystack. In their eyes, as long as Declan took the duel seriously, he would effortlessly defeat Dustin.
“I’m Declan Fallon.”
Declan extended his hand and addressed Dustin indifferently. “To make it fair, I’ll let you attack me first with three moves. Please, go ahead.”
