My Aloof Sisters Asked for My Forgiveness



"Unbelievable!"

Cheers erupted from Henry and his group as they saw Tyler's punch send Elijah flying. Their enthusiasm was impossible to contain.

Ever since Elijah's arrival in Grayvale, he had gone around challenging young martial artists, often humiliating and belittling them after his victories. Many had held grudges toward him.

His defeat at Tyler's hands was a long-awaited moment of justice.

"See that? This is the strength of Gryavale's young prodigies! You guys sure talked big. What happened? Not even one of you could hold your own! Where did all that confidence go?" mocked the martial artists of Grayvale.

"We've still got one fighter who hasn't stepped in yet, and you're all down for the count. How embarrassing is that?"

While the capital's prodigies celebrated with jeers and taunts, the outsiders fell silent. Their faces turned dark with shame.

"We should leave," one of them muttered.

And so, amidst the mockery, they slinked away without Elijah.

Their injuries were severe. Some might not even be able to compete in the upcoming martial arts competition.

Elijah stood frozen. He did not care about his disheveled state.

He could not believe he had been defeated by Tyler.

He had come here to defeat Dustin, yet he had not even earned the right to challenge him. Tyler alone had been enough to crush him.

The blow to his pride was unbearable. Just days ago, Tyler had been no match for him.

"You can't even beat one of my men. What makes you think you can challenge me?" Dustin asked with a smirk.

It was not often that Dustin taunted anyone, but Elijah had brought it on himself.

Elijah clenched his fists, and his expression darkened with malice.

Henry and his group laughed openly, which added to his humiliation.

Moments later, Elijah stood straight while clutching his chest. He shot one last venomous glare at the crowd before turning and leaving. "Elijah," Dustin called after him.

"If you behave from now on, we can

coexist peacefully." Dustin's voice turned cold. "If you weren't my adoptive father's only son, you wouldn't still be alive."

His words were indifferent but honest.

If not for the debt of gratitude he owed to Lucas, the Wyatt family would have been wiped out long ago.

"Who do you think you are? We aren't afraid of you!"

Elijah spat without turning back, then continued his retreat.

Dustin simply smiled.

Even with debts to repay, his patience had its limits.

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The gathered martial artists, save for Dustin, were visibly shaken.

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When the wind subsided, a middle-aged man appeared at the entrance. His hands were clasped behind his back as he strode

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"Who are you? Do you have a death wish?" Elijah shouted and scrambled to his feet. Humiliated and enraged, he lashed out. "How dare you!"

The man's cold gaze swept over Elijah.

Boom!

A surge of energy exploded in front of Elijah and hurled him across the room and added to his injuries.

Elijah's face turned pale with terror. The rest of the crowd were equally stunned.noveldrama

For someone to inflict such damage with a mere glance was power beyond comprehension.