Isfrid and her team, who were standing behind Dustin, had it worse. They had difficulty breathing and staggered backward involuntarily.
“Is this what a divine–level martial artist is like? How frightening!”
The crowd looked at each other in apprehension, silently worried.
“Fool...” Dustin sneered coldly at Joshua’s oncoming attack and made a move, landing a fierce slap on his face.
The thunderous slap sent Joshua into a backflip in the air, and he landed head first onto the ground.
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