With a serious look on his face, Vlad commanded his martial artist masters to advance.

"Clear the way! I'll handle this!"

Suddenly, a large, muscular man sprang into action.

He charged at Dustin with unstoppable determination. In the middle of his charge, he unleashed a powerful punch known as the "Mad Bull Fist".

"Fergus Zane doesn't mess around; he pulled off his best move right from the start."

"I couldn't even block that punch; how can that skinny guy stand a chance?"

"If this kid goes down to Fergus' special move, he's in for some tough luck."

The martial artists chuckled, clearly entertained by the unfolding scene.

Among them, Fergus wasn't the strongest, but he had a respectable reputation. Going up against him meant trouble for most ordinary martial artists.

"Get lost!" Dustin paid no attention to the muscular man's attack. He delivered a mighty punch of his own and striked first.

The muscular man's body burst like a watermelon hit by a cannonball, disintegrating in