“So, you know the Behemoth Punch? Well, so do I!” Dustin snorted coldly.
He didn’t draw his sword but raised his fist instead. He gathered his mystical pure energy and punched the gilded tiger in the air.
With a deafening roar, a large ivory tiger emerged from Dustin’s body and ferociously charged at the gilded tiger. Both tigers were of similar size and equally intimidating.
As they collided, a resounding boom shook the earth and flooded the surroundings with energy.
The white and golden light erupted simultaneously and covered half the sky each. Powerful hurricanes radiated outward from the point of impact and demolished everything in their path.
When the dust settled, everyone looked on in astonishment.
Dustin and Acheron stood unscathed despite the clash and couldn’t gain the upper hand over the other.
“No way! Dustin can actually go toe-to- toe with Acheron?” Miles’s eyes widened, disbelief written all over his face.
Acheron was one of the eight elders of the Celestial Alliance. He ranked higher than Quincy and just below the guildmaster, Alloy. Rumor had it that Acheron was a fully developed grandmaster.
Hence, Miles found it hard to believe that Dustin could survive when facing someone as powerful as Acheron.
“It seems like we’ve been underestimating Dustin’s abilities,” Dalen remarked, his eyes narrowing in thought.
“Wait, if Dustin can stand his ground against Acheron, does that mean he’s as skilled as our mentor?” Ruby was taken aback.
She had always known Dustin was strong but hadn’t realized he was this capable. It made her realize that it was hard to understand someone’s abilities without a point of comparison.
“It’s odd. Considering Mr. Rhys’s abilities, he should have been on the Legendary List. Why isn’t his name there?” Crystal murmured to herself.
She wondered if Dustin was downplaying his skills or if the Zenith Society had overlooked something. important.
“Kid, how do you know the Behemoth Punch? Who the hell are you?” Acheron’s expression darkened, and his eyes filled with hostility. For the first time, he felt a hint of danger from someone so young.
With such immense power in just his 20s, Acheron couldn’t help but wonder how much stronger Dustin could become.
If they hadn’t already clashed, he could have tried to befriend Dustin. But now that battle lines were drawn, reconciliation seemed impossible.
Faced with the potential threat Dustin posed, Acheron knew he had to take action to deal with it before it escalated further.
“I’m just a nobody, naturally not on your radar,” Dustin said calmly.
“Listen, kid. This is your last chance. If you back off now, I can pretend nothing happened. I’ll even let bygones be bygones. What do you say?” Acheron narrowed his eyes.
“Who’s stepping on whose toes here? It seems like you’re a bit confused. And let’s not forget, this beast isn’t something you can control. Keeping it around will only lead to trouble for everyone,” Dustin said impassively.
Acheron was just a fully developed grandmaster, while the Predator, once unleashed, had the strength of an early -stage ultimate grandmaster.
Once the Predator regained its strength, Acheron wouldn’t be able to control it. At that point, there would undoubtedly be bloodshed.
“Kid, don’t you have an ounce of shame?” Acheron’s eyes filled with malice.
“Elder Wood, enough. Don’t dig your own grave,” Dustin said impatiently.
“Fine! Since you’re so ignorant, I’ll oblige!” Acheron fumed and stopped talking.
In one swift motion, he brought his hands together before slowly pulling them apart. A golden light began to swirl in his palms, gradually taking shape.
