"Dylan, no!" Hector’s expression shifted as he tried to stop him, but it was too late.

"What a fool." In the face of Dylan’s attack, Tyler only looked at him in contempt. With a simple point of the finger, he struck Dylan’s chest.

A muffled explosion was heard as Dylan flew a good 30 feet back before crashing on the floor. It was as if he was hit by a truck. For a moment, he turned pale and spat out blood.