My Aloof Sisters Asked for My Forgiveness novel Chapter 416

He finally understood why none of his men had been able to defeat Tyler.

Tyler had reached the Martial Saint level…

It was a grade that utterly dominated anyone below it, even those at the top of the ninth grade.

Elijah clenched his fists tightly.

For most martial artists, even reaching sovereign grade was an unattainable dream.

Even his own strength was the result of a Martial Saint transferring his energy to him.

Yet Tyler, who he once defeated, had reached the same level in just a few days, all thanks to Dustin’s techniques.

The injustice gnawed at Elijah.

The techniques Dustin used should have belonged to the Wyatt family.

“Tyler… is a Martial Saint?!”

The outsiders finally grasped the truth. Their faces were a mixture of awe and disbelief.

A young Martial Saint was a rarity. He was a prodigy who should have been making waves in Central Harbor, not wasting away in the remote Southwestern region.

“Now, do you understand how formidable the strongest martial artist of Grayvale truly is?” Henry and his group stepped forward. Smug smiles were plastered on their faces.

Even they had not expected Tyler to be this powerful.

Watching him casually defeat the outsiders only reinforced their regard for his Martial Saint level strength.

The outsiders’ faces turned ashen. Their words failed them.

“In the future, don’t you dare claim that the Southwestern region has no worthy martial artists. You’re not qualified to make such comments,” Dustin said coldly.

No one dared to reply.

Dustin had not even made a move yet.

One of his subordinates alone was already a young prodigy of the Martial Saint level.

Such grandeur was unmatched across the entire Lovellia.

Elijah’s fury intensified, but Dustin cut him off.

Had they honored their father’s final wishes?

Elijah’s face contorted with rage.

“My father gave the secrets to you! You should return it to the Wyatt family!” Elijah said angrily.

They had convinced themselves that Dustin carried too many of Lucas’s exclusive techniques and secrets, not to mention his formidable subordinates, all of which, in their eyes, belonged to the Wyatt family.

Dustin chuckled while he locked eyes with Elijah. His gaze was piercing.

“Remember this. I owe the Wyatt family nothing! In fact, if anyone owes anyone anything, it’d be the Wyatt family who are indebted to me,” he said coldly.

Elijah’s face darkened, and his fury rose visibly.

“I heard that you’re not even planning to participate in the martial arts competition? Are you sending your lackey to fight in your place?” he asked as he turned to sneer at Tyler.

“Sending a defeated lackey to challenge me… Are you trying to insult me?”