My Aloof Sisters Asked for My Forgiveness novel Chapter 311

At least, there was no one like that in Grayvale.

Perhaps in Central Harbor, such figures existed, but they were exceedingly rare.

Individuals like this could dominate the younger generation across the entire Lovellia.

Henry’s expression became complicated.

Thankfully, he had not offended Dustin too much and had tried to make amends just in time.

Otherwise, it might have been him lying on the ground right now.

Tyler remained silent.

He was Grayvale’s top prodigy. This was the first time he had suffered such a crushing defeat.

His opponent was a Legendary Martial Saint and was capable of utterly overpowering him as a ninth grade martial artist. What was there left to fight for?

His gaze lingered bitterly on Allison.

Although his defeat left him unwilling to accept it, strength spoke louder than desire.

Swallowing his pain, Tyler struggled to his feet.

“You’re strong. I’m no match for you right now…” he admitted slowly. “But no one knows the future, and nothing is set in stone!

“When I make it to the Martial Saint level and polish my skills, I’ll find you again, and I’ll take Allison back!” His voice was resolute.

Dustin raised an eyebrow slightly.

Did Tyler truly believe that reaching Martial Saint level would even the playing field?

“Do as you please,” Dustin said indifferently.

Tyler had a certain resilience about him. If he could rise from this setback, he might indeed have the potential.

“Allison, wait for me!”

Tyler declared solemnly before turning and leaving decisively.

“I won’t be waiting for you!” Allison muttered angrily as she rolled her eyes.

Henry stepped forward with a respectful bow. “Fustin, you truly are a model among us. This fight will echo across Lovellia in time. Congratulations!” His attitude had shifted entirely.

A young Martial Saint… Who would not want to flatter them?

Even the heirs who had mocked and looked down on Dustin before wore polite smiles and were eager to introduce themselves.

But Dustin had no patience for false pleasantries. He left with Allison right away and left the heirs feeling awkward and embarrassed.

Dustin’s face turned cold. With a swift motion, he crushed the dagger in his grip and seized the attacker by the throat.

The assassin’s expression was one of utter shock.

“Who are you? Who sent you?” Dustin growled.

The assassin’s murderous intent had given him away long before the strike.

The assassin did not give in. Instead, he drew another blade and lunged again.

Dustin narrowed his eyes and with a single motion, he snapped the man’s neck.

“My Liege! Allison has been attacked. She’s injured,” another Hell Guard hurriedly said.

“And Mrs. Swift has been targeted as well...”

“What?!”

Dustin’s face darkened, and a storm of fury erupted within him.

Who dared to do this?

They must have a death wish!