“Mystic Arts Order’s flea powder? That’s cool.” Dustin squinted, quickly catching on-it was clear that Caspian wasn’t
any average mystic artist but an elite from the Mystic Arts Order.
“Oh? A mystic artist? No wonder you saw through my moves.” Caspian gave Dustin a once-over; his gaze shone
with excitement.
That surprise attack moments ago would’ve been tough for a regular martial artist to handle. But Dustin had
effortlessly diffused the danger with a slight breath, showcasing his skill.
“Ah! My face! My handsome face!” Ezra, now poison-free, howled in pain, covering his bloodied face. He roared,
“Sir Yuletide! Take him down for me! I want to rip him to shreds!”
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt“You’re noisy!” Caspian’s face darkened, and with a backhand slap, he sent Ezra flying. He was a master at being
unpredictable.
“As fellow mystic artists, why don’t you kneel and apologize to me, then become my disciples? What do you say?
“Caspian proposed, a sinister smile playing on his lips.
His disciple was dead, and he needed someone to run errands and hunt for prey; someone as talented as Dustin
was suitable.
“Become your disciple? You’re not even worthy.” Dustin sneered, “Why don’t you piss off and reflect on what kind of
person you are? Trash like you don’t even deserve to be a human!”
“You’re asking for death!” Caspian instantly flared up. No more words were exchanged; he shot two black shadow-
like projections at Dustin, aiming for his eyes.
Dustin drew an “X” in the air with his hand and effortlessly cut the two projections into four, causing them to fall to
the ground, staining them with blood. They were two black snakes, severed in half.
“What?!” Caspian’s face changed. These two snakes were carefully cultivated over several years, highly toxic, and
extremely fast. Even a grandmaster martial artist would find it hard to defend themselves against them.
Yet, this bastard didn’t even dodge; he just swung his hands twice and killed his precious snakes. It was downright
terrifying!
“Who the heck are you?” Caspian dropped the attitude, and his gaze turned serious.
“Who I am is none of your business. Scums like you in the martial world don’t deserve to live.” Dustin raised his
hand slowly, pointing it at Caspian from a distance.
“Swoosh!” A scorching white brilliance shot out instantly, like a sword unsheathing and thrusting straight at
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmCaspian’s chest. This move seemed unremarkable at first glance, but it had the power to eradicate god.
“What?” Caspian’s breath hitched as if someone had gripped his throat, a wave of fear instantly shrouding him.
Without time to think, he immediately crossed his arms in front of his chest, exerting all his energy to form a
protective shield.
“Bang! Bang! Bang!” There were three consecutive explosions. First, Caspian’s energy shield shattered. Then,
Caspian’s arms exploded into pieces.
Lastly, Caspian was sent flying several feet away like a projectile fired from a cannon, crashing heavily into the wall.
Blood streamed from his nose and mouth. His chest clothes were torn, revealing the damaged protective armor
underneath.
But at this moment, the armor was already in tatters. At the point of impact, the chest armor was deeply concave
and twisted, creating a gaping hole.