Yonah’s sword quivered, emitting a faint buzzing sound. Its sharp blade remained trapped between Dustin’s fingers, and no matter how much Yonah forced it to move, it didn’t budge.
“What? He actually blocked it?”
Everyone was shocked by the scene before them. No one expected Dustin to have the ability to fend off a deadly attack with his bare hands. Just how formidable was he?
“How… how is this possible?” Yonah’s expression underwent a dramatic shift, displaying evident unease.
Even though he hadn’t unleashed his full strength, he had exerted 70% of his power. Ordinary divine-level martial artists wouldn’t stand a chance against his assault.
He had never met anyone like Dustin who could neutralize his attack with just two fingers.
“Is this the only move he has?” A ponytailed girl from the Frostwing Sect frowned, her expression grim.
Earlier at the inn’s dining hall, Dustin had similarly used two fingers to clamp down on her sword, dealing her a considerable blow.
It was daunting to witness him employ the same technique against a formidable opponent like Yonah.
“And here I thought you could pose a challenge, but it turns out that this is all you’ve got,” Dustin mocked, shaking his head.
“How dare you underestimate me! I’ll kill you!”
Enraged by the disdainful look, Yonah swiftly drew a dagger from his waist, aiming to stab Dustin’s heart. The dagger gleamed with a sinister darkness, indicating its poisoned nature.
“You’re overestimating yourself!” Dustin’s expression hardened. Moving like lightning, he pointed his sword right at Yonah’s chest.
Before his dagger could touch Dustin, Yonah was sent flying more than ten meters away like a projectile, slamming into the courtyard wall. Blood sprayed from his mouth and nose, presenting a miserable sight.
“Yonah!” The Drakes Dominion Order disciples were shocked at the scene they just witnessed.
They hadn’t anticipated a strong martial artist like Yonah to be defeated with just a single move. Even their sect’s most powerful genius, their eldest senior, likely didn’t possess such remarkable abilities.
“Who is this guy? How is he so strong?” Bran frowned, his expression hardening. He had initially expected Yonah to help him vent his frustrations, not end up severely injured.
The realization that he had nearly clashed with Dustin earlier sent a shiver down his spine. If Dustin could defeat Yonah, there was a high possibility that he could subdue him as well.
Before the sect elders arrived, it seemed unwise to act rashly.
“You truly can’t judge a book by its cover. I never expected Dustin to possess such strength,” Jackson remarked, both astonished and delighted.
Just moments ago, he had believed Dustin was in serious trouble, but the tables had turned dramatically.
If news spread about Dustin’s one- move victory against Yonah, his reputation would undoubtedly soar throughout the Southwest region.
