“What?” The round–faced man stared at Dustin, who was cool as a cucumber, in shock.
He knew very well how much the steel whip could withstand and how much pain it could cause. Not even the strongest of men could take more than ten whips in one go, yet Dustin looked perfectly fine after enduring more than that. In fact, he’d made three whips shatter.
What the hell was going on?
“Brat, what sort of sorcery do you have going on?” he snarled.
“Look, cut the crap and do what you need to.” Dustin yawned.
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