My Aloof Sisters Asked for My Forgiveness



Colin and the other grandmaster exchanged a knowing look and smiled in amusement.

Did these young heirs of prestigious families truly believe they could match Dustin?

They underestimated both Dustin and Grayvale black market.

With mere Martial Saint level, they thought they could conquer this stadium?

How naive!

"Since you're so determined, suit yourselves," Colin said with a wry smile before taking his leave with the other grandmaster.

"It seems we'll need to show our true strength to conquer this black market stadium," Timothy said lightly with confidence.

Elijah was equally composed.

Both of them had formidable martial arts techniques passed on to them and were convinced of their prowess.

"A mere stadium in Grayvale black market, even with a few Martial Saints, can't be that challenging. If someone our age could clear it, there's no reason we can't."

The two strategized briefly. Their confidence was unwavering.

Martial Saints were rare to begin with. Even if Grayvale black market had a higher number of them, the difference in strength should not be too significant.

However, they had underestimated Wilhelm, the Northern Border branch leader, and the depths of his influence.

The initiates of Grayvale black market were not ordinary recruits. They had all been handpicked by Wilhelm himself by relying on his charisma and resourcefulness.

A shadow descended from above and landed gracefully before the two.

It was an elderly man in black clothing with a sharp gaze.

Dustin recognized him. He was there the last time.

The elder was an Intermediate Apex Martial Saint. That day, even the Apex Martial Saint was too terrified to breathe, which left the elder below him with no chance to step forward.

Not sensing any oppressive aura from the man, Timothy and Elijah let their guard down.noveldrama

"Just one opponent? There are two of us," Timothy said with a frown as he saw that no one else was coming up. He sounded dissatisfied.

"One is more than enough," the elder replied with a faint smile.

"What? Are you underestimating us?" Timothy's face darkened.

"Don't you think you're being a bit overconfident, mister?" Elijah added sarcastically.

"If you defeat me, someone else will take my place. There's no need to rush,” the elder said.

"Then, we won't hold back!" Timothy snapped. Before he even finished

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The elder's expression remained calm until the moment they closed in. Then, he spurred into action.

Boom!

The sound of thunder filled the air as Timothy and Elijah reeled in shock.

The elder's strength had far surpassed their expectations.

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Caught off guard, they were forced into a defensive stance.

Bam! Bam!

Two muffled impacts echoed as they each barely managed to block a strike.

The sheer force of the attacks left them staggering.

Their feet dug into the stone floor and left deep imprints as they struggled to steady themselves.

Standing upright at last, they exchanged glances, and their eyes filled with unease.

How could Grayvale black market stadium's resources be this overwhelming?

Though the elder appeared to be an Intermediate Apex Martial Saint, his power felt like that of a Martial King.

In just one exchange, they had been forced into retreat. Their confidence was shaken.

"What's wrong? Is this the best you've got?" the elder asked coldly. "With such meager skills, you think you can conquer the black market stadium? Don't kid yourselves!"