The occupant of the private room was no ordinary figure.
He was the martial artist overseeing this black market stadium, practically the grandmaster.
Dustins challenge was a direct provocation! Such a thing had never happened before.
No one had ever dared to show such disrespect at the North Border black market branch, let alone openly challenge the grandmaster, who was a Martial Saint! That was how powerful the North Border branch was.
Martial Saints were legends among martial artists.
They were the national heroes of Lovellia and were granted special privileges by the government.
Martial Saints of the black market were shrouded in mystery, but their strength was beyond question.

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Hes actually challenging the grandmaster of the North Border black market stadium! whispers spread through the crowd like wildfire.
The audacity to challenge the black markets authority so openly was an insult of the highest order! Even Lovellias most revered heroes would think twice before doing that.
But Dustin did not care.
For ordinary martial artists, it was pure madness… Someone as young as him, even with the title of Black Market Champion, was still overestimating his abilities and being recklessly arrogant for daring to challenge a Martial Saint.
How arrogant! Naturally, the crowd was shocked.
Youre challenging the grandmaster of the stadium? the reception manager asked.
His jaw dropped.
Many had tried different methods to meet Wilhelm, but no one had ever been as bold-or reckless-as Dustin.
He was really trying to break through the stadium! This is going to be good… The crowd buzzed with excitement and were eager to see how this would unfold.
It was not every day they got to witness something this outrageous.
Youve got some nerve, but wheres the response from the Western Branch? Wheres the grandmaster? Come out and teach this kid a lesson already! The crowd was in an uproar.
Their faces were gleeful as they anticipated the drama.
You dont see the grandmaster fight very often… if ever! Finally, under the watchful eyes of the crowd, the door to the private room opened.
An old man stepped out.
He was the grandmaster, Colin Maitland.
His appearance was unremarkable.
His hands were clasped behind his back, and he exuded an aura of immense power.
The crowd fell silent as the weight of Colins presence bore down on them.
Colins eyes locked onto Dustin.
His face was grim.
Unlike the jeering crowd, he had watched Dustin fight and knew he was also a Martial Saint… A Martial Saint this young was enough to make anyone, including him, wary.
Mr.
Maitland, my deepest apologies for this disturbance.
This young man has no respect, the reception, manager said nervously and bowed to Colin.
But Colin waved him off.
Then, with a slight movement, Colin descended to the platform and faced Dustin.
Please, he said and bowed to Dustin.
The reception manager froze.
The crowd was stunned.
The grandmaster was not angry.
In fact, he treated Dustin as an equal and with respect.
Mr.
Maitland is truly a great figure.
Such rarenility and composure are someone so pet murmured the crowd.
rare in someone so Dustin nodded back at him.
Go inform your branch leader, Dustin said to the reception manager.
If he arrives too late, I might accidentally kill your grandmaster.
The reception managers face turned dark.
This kid was outrageously arrogant! Hmph! Survive Mr.
Maitlands attacks first, and then, well talk! he snapped.
Dustin merely smiled and stepped onto the platform.
The crowd collectively held their breath.
Their eyes were glued to the platform.
May I ask where youre from and who you learned your martial arts from? Colin asked politely.
Save the small talk.
This fight will be over quickly, Dustin said in an indifferent tone.
Colin frowned.
Although he had treated Dustin oveli respect, this young man clearly c not return the courtesy and dismissed him entirely.