"You rarely see a decent man who's from Boulderthorn. They're all bullies."

"That's a pity. I wonder if Dustin could survive this."

Some martial artists started worrying about Dustin's fate. As the grassroots, they would rather Dustin win the battle. Given how conceited and bold they were, it would be great if someone could teach Boulderthorn a lesson. However, it was a tough feat to beat Tatum due to his killer technique—the Blade of Gale.

"You little rascal, I have to admit that you're quite something. You've forced me to use the blade. Alas, this shall be the end of it. Dying under my blade today shall be an honor for you." Tatum waved the brass ring saber with a sharp look in his eyes. He handled the heavy weapon weighing hundreds of pounds like it was a strand of straw, showing off the strength of his bicep.

"Just cut to the chase and come at me." Dustin wiggled his fingers, a provocative gesture to get Tatum to start the fight.

"You're asking for it!" The look in Tatum'