My Aloof Sisters Asked for My Forgiveness novel Chapter 462

Colin and the other grandmaster exchanged a knowing look and smiled in amusement.

Did these young heirs of prestigious families truly believe they could match Dustin?

They underestimated both Dustin and Grayvale black market.

With mere Martial Saint level, they thought they could conquer this stadium?

How naive!

“Since you’re so determined, suit yourselves,” Colin said with a wry smile before taking his leave with the other grandmaster.

“It seems we’ll need to show our true strength to conquer this black market stadium,” Timothy said lightly with confidence.

Elijah was equally composed.

Both of them had formidable martial arts techniques passed on to them and were convinced of their prowess.

“A mere stadium in Grayvale black market, even with a few Martial Saints, can’t be that challenging. If someone our age could clear it, there’s no reason we can’t.”

The two strategized briefly. Their confidence was unwavering.

Martial Saints were rare to begin with. Even if Grayvale black market had a higher number of them, the difference in strength should not be too significant.

However, they had underestimated Wilhelm, the Northern Border branch leader, and the depths of his influence.

The initiates of Grayvale black market were not ordinary recruits. They had all been handpicked by Wilhelm himself by relying on his charisma and resourcefulness.

A shadow descended from above and landed gracefully before the two.

It was an elderly man in black clothing with a sharp gaze.

Dustin recognized him. He was there the last time.

The elder was an Intermediate Apex Martial Saint. That day, even the Apex Martial Saint was too terrified to breathe, which left the elder below him with no chance to step forward.

Not sensing any oppressive aura from the man, Timothy and Elijah let their guard down.

“Just one opponent? There are two of us,” Timothy said with a frown as he saw that no one else was coming up. He sounded dissatisfied.