“Is this what ‘Fanatic Blade’ has to offer? That’s nothing much.” Dustin shook his head in disappointment, wondering if the standards of The Heavenly Immortals had decreased. A decade ago, only the best of the best was inducted into The Heavenly Immortals.

“You brat! Better not be arrogant!” Tatum’s expression sank.

“You think you can show off in front of me with a couple of tricks? I was warming up just now. And now, it’s time to show you the skills gap between us!” Then, he tapped his feet on the floor and threw himself at Dustin. When he was close, he drew his hands in before throwing a heavy punch. Almost immediately, a gale started blowing, and the air was filled with shadows of the forceful punch hurtling toward Dustin.