My Aloof Sisters Asked for My Forgiveness novel Chapter 431

This kid had already reached the terrifying level of a Martial Saint at such a young age!

How could anyone hope to match a powerful Martial Saint like him?

Mad Lion desperately tried to dodge, but his movements were no match for Dustin’s overwhelming speed.

Bam!

In mere seconds, a devastating punch landed squarely on Mad Lion.

His eyes bulged in shock, his face twisted in agony, and the sound of bones cracking echoed through the stadium.

Every tendon snapped, and his internal organs ruptured. His body was crushed under the immense force. It was a power far beyond what he could endure.

“Ugh…” Mad Lion spat out a mouthful of blood. Fragments of his injured organs were mixed in with it.

Whoosh!

Mad Lion was flung backward like a kite with a broken string. He was hurled through the air before crashing outside the platform.

He lay motionless for a long time.

The entire stadium fell silent.

The reception manager stood with his jaw slack.

Marco was frozen in disbelief.

Jimmy’s face darkened to an almost terrifying degree.

No one could have predicted the fight would end this quickly.

One punch. Just one punch…

Mad Lion, a hot favorite to win the Black Market Champion title, was defeated outright.

In one of the private viewing rooms overlooking the platform, a man stared at Dustin. His face was a mask of astonishment.

“This can’t be… so young…” he muttered and struggled to make sense of what he saw.

The emcee approached Mad Lion and checked his condition.

Moments later, his face turned grim.

“Mad Lion—dead!

“And the winner is… Dustin!” the emcee announced loudly.

Boom!

The crowd erupted into chaos.

“Bravo! Amazing!” Those who had bet on Dustin cheered wildly and clapped nonstop.

Without a doubt, Dustin was the true Black Market Champion.

The reception manager walked over to Dustin with a complicated expression.

“Congratulations on becoming the Black Market Champion,” he said stiffly.

It was clear he had not expected Dustin to take his casual remark about competing seriously and to claim the Black Market Champion title so easily.

He had definitely underestimated him.

“Now, can I meet your branch leader?” Dustin asked coldly.

“I’m afraid that won’t be possible,” the reception manager said.

“Mr. Proud rarely shows up. Once in a blue moon, he’ll come to the stadium, but only a select few are granted the honor of receiving the golden belt directly from him...”

Hearing this, Dustin’s face darkened.

“Looks like I haven’t completely conquered this stadium yet,” he muttered unhappily.

“What are you trying to do? You’re not seriously thinking of causing trouble, are you?” the reception manager said in alarm.

Dustin raised his head, and his gaze locked onto one of the private viewing rooms above the stand.

“I want to challenge the person in there!” he declared loudly.

His words silenced the entire black market stadium.