“Um…” The invigilators shared a look and shook their heads.
“You can advance to the next level without taking the test.”
“I can?” Dustin was surprised.
“We saw your earlier performance. Honestly, we’re no match for you. You can just continue to the next level.” One of the invigilators grimaced.
“You have potential. I’m sure you’ll become a dark horse in the Knighthood Society Tournament.” The other invigilator praised Dustin.
Dustin had broken the records for the first four tests. They were ashamed to admit they were far weaker than him.
“Thank you for going easy on me,” Dustin thanked them with a smile and walked off the platform.
It was good that the invigilators avoided confronting him, or they’d have been beaten into a pulp by now.
“What the hell? It’s unfair that he can advance to the next level without taking the test!”
“What else can they do? He’s so strong even the invigilators are afraid of him.”
“If it were me, I wouldn’t fight him either. There’s no way I can take a punch that’s over 100 thousand pounds.”
“He isn’t just strong. His speed, defense, and internal energy are impeccable. We should respect how powerful he is.”
The martial artists present gossiped about Dustin, their eyes filled with respect. After all, the martial world always respected the strong. A person’s background didn’t matter as long as they were powerful enough.
“The test is over. Let’s go eat.” Dustin ruffled Scarlet’s hair and led the others out. He did not spare those from Boulderthorn a glance.
“Fuck! That bastard ruined our reputation!” Davon snarled.
“I wish Jared was here. He’d beat that brat up easily!” Gianna humphed.
Because of Jared’s reputation, he proceeded to the final test without going through the first five tests. That was why he wasn’t there with them. There was no way Dustin would be talking to them so arrogantly otherwise.
“I’m not happy with you, Dominic. Why didn’t you give it a go earlier?” Desmond suddenly snapped.
“What?” Dominic was taken aback.
“Are you joking? That guy pushed the lever to 100! Why would I go in?”
“Yeah, right. A 100-level pressure? Well, you were all tricked!” Desmond overconfidently explained, “If my guess is right, he must have done something to the machine. I’m sure the machine didn’t even put any force on him. He must have lied!”
“That can’t be.” Devon was skeptical.
“Think about it. Which sane person would put the pressure to the max? They’d explode if anything went wrong.
“Besides, didn’t you guys realize that he didn’t even break a sweat during the test? How is that possible?” Desmond continued.
“You’re right! It’s suspicious how unfazed he was!” Gianna was convinced.
“You’re right. He must have cheated!” Devon nodded.
They still couldn’t accept how strong Dustin was.
“No one is perfect. Everyone has a weakness, but that guy was too perfect, making him seem more suspicious,” Desmond said confidently.
“Dominic, if you don’t believe me, you can give it a go. We’ll know the truth then.”
“Alright! Let’s see what tricks that guy used.” Dominic paused before gritting his teeth and entering the pressure machine.
Obviously, he planned to try bit-by-bit instead of pushing the lever to the max in one shot.
“Huh?” Dominic paled when he realized that Dustin hadn’t returned the lever to its original position after the test. It was still pointing at 100.
“F*ck!”
Terrified, Dominic reached for the lever. But before he could touch it, the metal door slammed close. Instantly, immense pressure pressed down on him.
“You asshole! You fucking lied-” Dominic snarled at Desmond.
But before Dominic could finish his sentence, there was a bang as he exploded, turning into a bloody mist.
