In one of Grayvales 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 citys 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 Henrys 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.
Ive heard this is where Grayvales brightest martial prodigies gather.
I thought Id 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.
Elijahs expression was filled with disdain.
With a single punch, the air seemed to crackle, and his opponent was sent flying.
Blood poured from the mans mouth and nose as he crumpled to the floor.
He was barely alive.
The room erupted into chaos.
That was unnecessarily brutal! Henrys face was dark with anger.
Dont like it? Feel free to step up, Elijah said tauntingly.
Ill take you on! Henry launched into an attack and employed his familys signature martial arts technique to target Elijahs lower body.
But Elijah simply sneered.
With a single kick, his powerful pure energy surged like a tidal wave.
Henrys face twisted in shock.
But he was too slow to dodge.
Elijahs 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.
Whats the matter? Is this the best of Grayvales so-called prodigies? Elijah asked mockingly.
The crowd seethed with anger, but none dared to step forward.
Ill fight you! A booming voice cut through the tension as a tall, imposing figure emerged.
Its Tyler! someone exclaimed in surprise.
Tyler was Grayvales 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.
Elijahs gaze settled on him, and a trace of amusement flickered on his face.
This time, Elijah struck first.

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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 the other hand, stood rooted skidded across the floor.
Elijah on place.
He was unfazed.
The crowd was stunned.
Who was this guy? Why was he so strong? Ha! Is that all youve 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.
Hes 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 Grayvales so-called top prodigy.
The feeling of powerlessness filled him with intense anger.
You call yourselves Grayvales 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? Elijahs laughter echoed through the room as he turned and strode away.