My Aloof Sisters Asked for My Forgiveness



"Who do you think you are? How dare you call me by my first name?" Elijah shot the man a cold glance and waved his hand dismissively.

Whoosh!

One of the men standing beside Elijah immediately stepped forward and was ready to attack the man who had gotten up.

He was a ninth grade fighter. His explosive and brutal punches could smash that man to death.

"Break both of his arms. Let this be a warning," Elijah said indifferently. He was seated at the head of the table in front.

The man who had stood up turned pale with fear.

Boom!

In an instant, Elijah's man was upon him and threw a devastating punch.

At the critical moment, Tyler leaped to his feet and countered with a punch of his own.

Boom!

The man's face turned ashen as he was sent flying like a broken kite. He crashed through the railing and plummeted from the second floor. He spat out a mouthful of blood midair.

"Hm?"

The sight made Elijah furrow his brow. The martial arts prodigies from outside the region shifted their attention to Tyler too. "Seems like your strength has grown considerably since we last met," said Elijah with a sneer as he locked eyes with Tyler.

"So, you're Tyler Thorton, hailed as Grayvale's top martial artist among the younger generation?" an outsider stood up and asked.

"I see that you've got some skill, but the Southwestern region is so backward that your level wouldn't even crack the top ten where we come from," he said with disdain.

"Watch your mouth!" Henry and his group rose in anger.

"Watch my mouth? Strength speaks for itself. The Southwestern region is nothing but trash. No real talent has come out of here for over a century. What gives you the right to bark at us?" the outsider retorted. His disdain grew, while Henry and his group's faces darkened.

"Exactly! The Southwestern region is hopeless. Talents like the ones here take centuries to produce, if ever." Elijah chimed in with a smirk.

Born and raised outside the region, Elijah had always regarded himself as superior to the Southwestern region martial artists. His disdain and condescension were palpable.

"Hmph! That's all in the past! Now, we have Mr. Fox and Tyler!" one of Henry's companions said defiantly.

"Just the two of them are enough to crush your so-called prodigies!"

That bold declaration enraged the outsiders, who jumped to their feet in fury.

"Ridiculous!"

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"Do you hillbillies even deserve to compare yourselves to us?"

Elijah cast an indifferent glance at Tyler and Dustin. He was clearly unimpressed.

“Losers banding together! Trash will always be trash! It doesn't change their nature,”

"Why don't you show them their place?" Elijah suggested with a mocking smile as he addressed his group.

That was his sole purpose for bringing them here.

Apart from Dustin, he did not take anyone else seriously.

After the incident at Dustin's villa, he felt it was time to give Dustin some proper attention.

Thus, he decided to have these prodigies from outside gauge Dustin's true strength.

“Gladly, Mr. Elijah!" one of them said and stepped forward.

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A ninth grade fighter darted toward Dustin's table. He was ready to flip it and attack everyone who was seated. Content belongs

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He wanted to single-handedly stomp the Southwestern region martial artists into submission.

Dustin's face darkened slightly. With a wave of his hand, he signaled to Tyler.

Understanding immediately, Tyler

sprang into action. He landed a

punch squarely on the sole

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"Ahhh!!!"

The sound of bones breaking echoed through the room, followed by a scream of agony. The attacker was sent sprawling to the floor, and his foot twisted at an unnatura angle. One of his legs was completely crushed.

"What?!"

The outsiders were stunned.