My Aloof Sisters Asked for My Forgiveness
Chapter 463

The two men looked visibly upset.

In the next moment, they launched another attack and were desperate to salvage their pride.

Each unleashed their most advanced martial arts techniques and no longer held back.

"Still not strong enough," the elder muttered and shook his head as though disappointed.

Buzz...

With a single punch, the very air rippled violently.

"Ugh!"

Elijah and Timothy spat out blood simultaneously and were sent flying backward.

"You don't even possess a tenth of his strength, yet you dare to imitate him? Utterly arrogant!" the old man said with a sneer. His voice dripped with mockery.

Elijah and Timothy were so furious that their eyes bulged, but they could not muster a single retort.

Skill spoke louder than words, and they were simply outmatched.

"After this, there are still three more rounds. Each will be more difficult than the last. Every other grandmaster is stronger than I am. You'll never make it that far," the elder said with a derisive laugh. "What? Three more rounds?!" Elijah and Timothy gasped in disbelief.

How was anyone supposed to get through this black market stadium?

The person who had cleared all the rounds...

What kind of monster were they? How had they managed it?

They had heard that someone around their age succeeded, which had given them the confidence to try.

That confidence had been mercilessly shattered.

There were five rounds in total, and they were only on the second. They were already injured and were unable to continue.

The blow to their egos was devastating.

"Who do you think you are, comparing yourselves to that person? Such delusions of grandeur!" the elder said mockingly.

"Get lost! Come back in ten or twenty years if you want to try again!"

With that, he swung his fist one last time and sent Elijah and Timothy flying through the air.

Whether in combat experience or raw skill, the elder had bested them on every level.

The two men staggered to their feet and leaned on each other for support. Their injuries were anything but minor.

Their black market venture had ended in utter humiliation.

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, they had no choice but to slink away with tails between their legs.

"Who could possibly clear all the rounds? Are we sure this isn't just some made-up story to lure us in?" Elijah grumbled darkly.

"We barely made it past the second

round. Even the greatest prodigy of

Lovellia

wouldn't manage all five i

got to be fake!" Timothy snapped indignantly.

"I refuse to believe such a martial artist exists! Investigate! I'll uncover the truth and replace out who he really is!"

Elijah nodded emphatically and shared in the disbelief.

Their priority was to retreat and heal.

But after this experience, their prospects at the upcoming martial arts competition looked bleak.

As they left, the black market stadium gradually returned to silence, and the crowd dispersed.

"More challengers will keep coming at this rate. What a headache..." Dustin frowned.

"Send out a notice: From now on, if these young prodigies want to challenge the stadium, they'll need to pay a hefty registration fee" he said.

"And inform the initiates. They don't need to hold back."

The orders were swiftly relayed and implemented across all departments of the black market.

"My Liege, the female agent of the

Outlaws Department, has left. She

took some files from the Outlaws Department with her," Drake said.

Dustin gave a faint nod.

QUMS

As long as the Outlaws Department stopped bothering him, he did not care what she did.

"She left a message for you..."

"Speak."

"She said she plans to reform the entire Outlaws Department in the near future and rebuild it from the ground up." "Right."

Dustin's reaction was indifferent.

A single person overhauling such a massive organization? Absurd!