My Aloof Sisters Asked for My Forgiveness



The pain from his severed finger was nothing compared to the raging fury that filled Tyler.

He was the top prodigy in Grayvale. He was undefeated among the younger generation of martial artists. How could he tolerate it when someone had cut off his finger?

In a fit of rage, he intended to cripple Dustin in front of everyone, especially in front of Allison.

A powerful burst of pure energy emanated from his body as he threw a punch at Dustin's face.

The punch was filled with overwhelming force, and one could almost hear it roar.

'Thornton family's Strike of Beasts is renowned for its power! I wonder if this Fustin guy can withstand even one of Tyler's punches...'

That was the thought of many in the crowd, including Henry, who was not sure what to expect either.

He had personally experienced the terrifying power of Tyler's Strike of Beasts. It was formidable.

The young prodigies of Grayvale wore cold smirks and were eager to see Dustin get crushed by Tyler's iron fist. It would restore their dignity. "Tyler, you've gone too far!" Allison shouted angrily.

Dustin raised his hand to gently push her aside to make sure she would not be hurt.

At that moment, Tyler was right in front of him.

With one hand protecting Allison, Dustin casually reached out his other hand and formed a fist, which met Tyler's punch with a light and effortless blow.

Tyler's strength lay in his punches, and to the crowd, it looked like Dustin was walking straight into his doom. Some looked at him in disdain. Tyler's face turned cold, and his gaze was full of contempt.

Boom!

The two fists collided and created a shockwave that exploded with a piercing screech that left the crowd's ears ringing.

But the noise lasted only a moment...

Bam!

In the next instant, Tyler was sent flying backward like a cannonball. The speed was so fast that it left afterimages in his tow.

Bam! Bam! Bam!

He crashed through several things along the way, but the momentum of his flight did not stop.

The young prodigies, who had been looking on with contempt and mocking smiles, slowly looked shocked and confused. Was that really Tyler, the top prodigy of Grayvale?

Had they seen it correctly?

Some people even rubbed their eyes as their astonishment grew.

After a single exchange of punches...

How could this happen?

This was Tyler and the famous Strike of Beasts of the Thornton family!

Tyler flew over thirty feet before finally landing on the floor, but his momentum still would not come to a stop. He slid another twenty-five feet on the floor before coming to a stop.

His face was pale and blood trickled down the corner of his mouth. His eyes shone with disbelief, and his face was frozen in shock and fury.

When their fists collided, he felt a terrifying power surge through his body. It was a force like a tidal wave that he had never experienced before.

This single punch had severely wounded Tyler. It would take him some time to recover from this blow.

"I lost..." He could hardly believe it.novelbin

Not only had he lost, but he also had lost in such a humiliating way. He had no chance to fight back at all.

With a pale and grim face, he glared at Dustin.

"You... are you a Martial Saint?" he asked.

Upon hearing these words, the entire room fell into a stunned silence.

In truth, the outcome of the punch had already hinted at the possibility.

After all, Tyler was a ninth-grade martial artist...

But when the words came out of Tyler himself, it still shocked everyone in the room.

The gap between a ninth grade martial artist and a Martial Saint might seem small, but in truth, it was monumental.

The realm of Martial Saint

represented a martial artist's

transcendence, which far surpassed

any lower grades realm and was sometimes referred to as Legendary Martial Saint level.

Every single one of them was a peerless prodigy.

"If you're referring to that punch just now, then I suppose so," Dustin said indifferently.

A collective gasp echoed through the crowd.

For someone of the younger

generation to reach the Martial Saint

level was an incredibly rare

occurrence. Such individuals were regarded as absolute geniuses.

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