"So what if I am? And what if I push even further?" Dustin's smile slowly faded. "If you don't like it, do something about it."

There was no reasoning with tyrants like Warrick.

"Punk, are you really willing to risk your life against me? Have you ever considered what happens if you lose?" Warrick's face turned grim as a wave of killing intent spread from him.

He had already taken a step back to avoid unnecessary trouble. If Dustin refused to back down, there was no choice but to fight.

"Cut the crap. You wanna fight, fight." Dustin didn't bother with more words.

With a flick of his wrist, a silver needle shot out and aimed toward Warrick's forehead—silent, unassuming, but deadly.

"Hmm?"

Warrick's brow furrowed as he instinctively raised his arm. Sparks flew as the needle deflected off his arm and buried into the ground.

"Oh? You've mastered the Adamantine Body Technique?" Dustin narrowed his eyes.

At that instant, he saw through Warrick's technique. Not only was he halfway