My Aloof Sisters Asked for My Forgiveness



The next round began quickly.

"Begin!"

Whoosh!

Before the emcee's voice even faded, someone was already sent flying out of the platform.

Dustin stood motionless and did not even take a single step.

The emcee turned pale in terror.

"Dustin wins!"

"Bravo!" A few cheers erupted from the audience.

His swift and decisive victory made one thing clear. He was not an amateur.

Seated above, Jimmy and Marco fixed their gazes on Dustin and were intrigued by his skill in fighting.

"Pair him with a higher-level fighter," the reception manager said. His tone sounded grim.

The emcee complied.

"Begin!"

Whoosh!

The result was the same. As soon as the emcee said the word, Dustin's opponent went flying out of the platform.

This time, even the reception manager was rendered speechless.

They had matched Dustin with a seventh grade fighter.

He was defeated instantly.

How powerful was Dustin exactly?

It was not a stretch to imagine that Dustin might genuinely have the potential to claim the title of Black Market Champion.

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Thunderous applause erupted from the stands.

More and more audiences gathered around Dustin's platform.

Bets poured in on him.

Dustin was the center of attention. He eclipsed even Jimmy's top fighter, who was a favorite among the crowd and highly likely to win the title of Black Market Champion.

Jimmy frowned.

If this continued, Dustin could become a serious obstacle.

On the ground level, the reception manager gave another order, "Keep going!"

Whoosh!

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

It did not matter which fighter was sent. The outcome was the same.

They did not even manage to make a move after the emcee called for the match to begin. They found themselves hurled out of the platform right after.

It was almost comical. No one even knew how they had lost.

Above, the crowd was electrified.

"He's unstoppable! Absolutely unstoppable!"

"How can someone this young be so strong? It's obvious he's aiming for the title of Black Market Champion. Honestly, other fighters don't even stand a chance..."

The reception manager wiped the sweat off his brow.

It felt like he had invited a storm into the stadium.

Meanwhile, Jimmy's face darkened further.

The next match would pit Dustin against his fighter.

Marco exhaled deeply.

It made sense why the owner of Majestic Hotel had treated Dustin with such respect.

A man with strength like that was not someone ordinary.

Who would have thought that the former pig farmer had become someone so extraordinary?

"Marco, didn't you say you knew him? Go and have a word with him..." Jimmy said coldly.

Marco hesitated but nodded in unease.

He made his way to the fighters' rest area.

"Dustin?" he said.

Dustin turned to him with an indifferent gaze.

"I need to talk to you," Marco said and stepped closer.

"You're going up against Mr. Thornton's fighter next. He asked me to tell you this. You must lose. you agree, he's willing to pay you handsomely. Far more than any prize money you'd get from O winning." Marco said.

Dustin frowned.

'Throw the match? Is this guy serious?' he thought.

Marco noticed the displeasure on Dustin's face.

"Dustin, I know you're strong, but you're just a fighter, nothing more," he said.

"Do you even know who Mr. Thornton is? He's the head of one of Grayvale's most powerful organizations. His influence and status are unmatched!

"He's on a completely different level

from the Majestic Hotel owner you impressed. My advice? Don't cross him. Do as he says, take the money, and walk away. It's a win-win situation.

"As Shawna's ex-classmate, I'm telling you this for your own good This isn't Rivenesco. Here, you can't afford to act arrogant. After all, Rivenesco is just a small town..."

Dustin stared at him indifferently and was unfazed by his words.

“I don't care who this Mr. Thornton is. Tell him to get lost," Dustin said flatly.

Marco's eyes widened in disbelief.