Novel Drama
Chapter 359
In one of Grayvale's most exclusive hotels, the younger generation of martial arts families often gathered. This was the same venue where Allison had once taken Dustin along to participate in several gambling matches.
The host, Henry, was entertaining a group of young heirs from the city's most prominent families.
Bam!
Suddenly, a loud crash echoed from the entrance. Then, two doormen landed heavily in the hall.
"Who is it?"
One of Henry's lackeys bellowed.
Moments later, a young man strolled in with a small entourage of his own.
It was Elijah who had freshly arrived in Grayvale.
"Who do you think you are? Do you have any idea where you are?!" someone shouted angrily.
"I've heard this is where Grayvale's brightest martial prodigies gather. I thought I'd drop by and see if the rumors were true." Elijah smiled faintly. "You arrogant fool! Let me teach you a lesson!"
Immediately, one of the young martial artists charged at Elijah.
Elijah's expression was filled with disdain. With a single punch, the air seemed to crackle, and his opponent was sent flying. Blood poured from the man's mouth and nose as he crumpled to the floor. He was barely alive.
The room erupted into chaos.
"That was unnecessarily brutal!" Henry's face was dark with anger.
"Don't like it? Feel free to step up," Elijah said tauntingly.
“I'll take you on!” Henry launched into an attack and employed his family's signature martial arts technique to target Elijah's lower body.
But Elijah simply sneered. With a single kick, his powerful pure energy surged like a tidal wave.
Henry's face twisted in shock.
But he was too slow to dodge. Elijah's kick struck him squarely in the chest.
He was sent sprawling, and his ribs shattered. He could not rise with such severe injuries.
The room was filled with shock and disbelief.noveldrama
"What's the matter? Is this the best of Grayvale's so-called prodigies?" Elijah asked mockingly.
The crowd seethed with anger, but none dared to step forward.
"I'll fight you!"
A booming voice cut through the tension as a tall, imposing figure emerged.
"It's Tyler!" someone exclaimed in surprise.
Tyler was Grayvale's top prodigy and a martial artist in the ninth grade.
Although he had lost to Dustin during their last confrontation, his reputation remained untarnished among his peers.
"Finally, someone who might be worth my time." Elijah's gaze settled on him, and a trace of amusement flickered on his face. This time, Elijah struck first. His movements were swift and unrelenting, and he closed the distance between them like a whirlwind. Tyler tensed. His face turned serious as he prepared to counter.
In an instance, the two clashed in a flurry of blows.
Boom!
Their fists collided and Tyler stumbled backward. His feet skidded across the floor. Elijah on
the other hand, stood roja
in
place. He was unfazed.
The crowd was stunned.
Who was this guy?
Why was he so strong?
"Ha! Is that all you've got?" Elijah laughed arrogantly and swiftly closed the distance. Then, he launched a brutal barrage of attacks.
Tyler managed to meet only two of
those strikes. By the third, he was sent flying. Blood spurted from his mouth as he crashed to the floor and was unable to rise again
"He's a Martial Saint! Another young Martial Saint!"
The young prodigies of Grayvale were filled with dread.
First, Dustin, then Elijah?
Tyler glared at Elijah. His pale face twisted in frustration.
He had been defeated again! Twice!
He felt humiliated as Grayvale's so-called top prodigy.
The feeling of powerlessness filled him with intense anger.
"You call yourselves Grayvale's prodigies?" Elijah laughed scornfully. "Pathetic!"
The sheer power he felt intoxicated him.
"With the full strength of an old Martial Saint now flowing through me, what can Dustin possibly do to stop me?" Elijah's laughter echoed through the room as he turned and strede away.
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