“So, do you still want me to hand Ryan over?” Dustin walked up to Yonah and looked at him condescendingly. His expression betrayed no emotion.
Coughing up blood, Yonah struggled to get up from the ground. His tone was bitter as he exclaimed, “W-Who are you? How dare you go against the Drakes Dominion Order.”
“You don’t have the right to know.”
Dustin continued calmly, “Now, before I lose my temper, run as far away from me as you can. Otherwise, you won’t be just coughing up blood.”
“You-!” Yonah gritted his teeth. With difficulty, he held himself back from attacking.
Dustin was clearly stronger. It wouldn’t be wise to challenge him right now. After all, it wouldn’t be too late to seek revenge after their Elder arrived.
“You brat! I’m going to remember this! Just you wait. I’m going to make you pay a hundredfold for the humiliation I suffered today!”
With that, Yonah left gloomily with the rest of his group.
“What are you still standing around for? Do I need to send you off personally?” Dustin shifted his gaze to the disciples of the Frostwing Sect.
“You punk! Don’t get too arrogant! The world is unpredictable. You’ll get into trouble sooner or later!” Bran glared at Dustin before leaving with his fellow disciples.
Wise men avoided unnecessary trouble. Since even Yonah had left, there was no point in staying any longer. With the disciples of the Drakes Dominion Order and the Frostwing Sect gone, the remaining forces also scattered.
Despite their dissatisfaction, they knew it wouldn’t be easy to take someone away from Dustin.
Since he had defeated Yonah, no one else would be a match for Dustin. Now, they only had two options: resort to cunning schemes or bring in more formidable experts.
“Dustin, I didn’t expect you to be this strong. It’s truly impressive!” Jackson walked up to Dustin with a smile.
Initially driven by enthusiasm, Jackson’s sentiment had transformed into genuine admiration.
“It’s just a modest skill. Nothing worth boasting about,” Dustin responded with a smile.
“Dustin, you’re too humble. With your talent and abilities, joining any sect would earn you great respect,” Jackson commented sincerely.
Once news of Dustin effortlessly defeating Yonah and compelling Bran to retreat spread, various factions would surely seek his allegiance.
“Kid, don’t get too excited. Even though you’re skilled, nothing good will come out of offending the Drakes Dominion Order. ” a middle-aged man in a cloak and a straw hat suddenly said. The man was none other than Aidan Ridge, the Sandscale.
“Nice to meet you, Mr. Ridge,” Jackson greeted him immediately.
“What can I do for you, Mr. Ridge?” Dustin asked calmly.
“The Drakes Dominion Order is the top sect in Southwest, boasting formidable experts. Yonah, the one you just defeated, is merely a disciple.
“The true powerhouses, the Guardian and the Elder, have yet to reveal themselves. With your current skills, you won’t stand a chance once they enter the fray. Your path will only lead to a dead end,” Aidan warned.
“What are you really trying to say, Mr. Ridge?” Dustin asked.
“The Drakes Dominion Order is a force to be reckoned with, and you won’t be able to take them on alone.
Fortunately, you’ve crossed paths with me. I happen to possess the means to help you resolve this impending disaster,” Aidan said confidently.
“Nothing is free in this world. What’s your condition?” Dustin arched an eyebrow.
“You’re smart!” Aidan smiled faintly.
“I recognize your talent and fearlessness toward authority, and your temperament aligns with my preferences.
“Since I lack a successor, should you agree to become my disciple, not only will I guarantee your safety, but I’ll also pass down all the knowledge I’ve accumulated throughout my life!”
