The entire garden fell eerily silent. Everyone was stunned by the scene b
efore them. No one had expected Dustin to be able to block Paul's punch.
Not only did he block it, he didn't suffer any harm.
After all, Paul was once a master of the Balerno martial arts, a grandmas
ter. His punches and kicks carried the power to shatter mountains and spl
it the earth. How many people in the Hill family could contend with such
a terrifying existence?
"Did… Did he just block the punch?" Torben was so shocked that his eyes w
idened in disbelief. In their eyes, Paul represented the pinnacle of powe
r in Millsburg. He could kill a divine–level martial artist with a casual
move.
How could a doctor who came out of nowhere block a grandmaster's punch?
What was going on?
"Oh my god! Someone actually blocked Mr. Hill's punch! Am I seeing things
?"
Cholas's mouth hung open, his jaw almost dropping to the ground. He had t
hought Dustin was only a genius in medicine, but he never
expected Dustin to be so good at martial arts too.
"Damn it! I didn't know Dustin was so good!" Patrick almost jumped up. Op
ening his mouth wide, he
completely disregarded his image.
"Who exactly is this guy?" Spring was shocked and suspicious. Sweat rolle
d down his forehead. He thought
Dustin was seeking death when he approached Paul just now, but he ended u
p blocking Paul's attack.
None of the elite guards from the Hill family could accomplish what the p
erson did. His strength was evident.
"No… Impossible!"
Shocked. Autumn shook his head frantically, denying the truth. "This kid
is in his twenties. How could he block
Father's punch? It must be because Father's power has greatly diminished
due to his condition. That was why
he had the opportunity."
"That's right! Grandfather is physically weak and in a state of madness.
His strength has greatly declined. Otherwise, how could this kid withstan
d him?" Torben echoed.
Upon hearing that, everyone nodded in agreement.
Indeed, if it wasn't for the fact that Paul was physically weak and sever
ely II, he could definitely do better than
that. In the end, Dustin got lucky and found a loophole to block the punc
h.
Thinking of this, the crowd calmed down.
"Mr. Hill, sleep well." Dustin paid no attention to the expressions of th
e people around him. Immediately after blocking Paul's punch, he retrieve
d a silver needle and pierced it into the lower chest acupoint. Instantly
.
Paul's body went limp, and he fainted on the spot.
"Young man, how is it? Is my father okay?" Spring approached with a group
of people.
"He's out of danger, just a bit weak. He'll be fine after a nap," Dustin
shook his head.
"That's good." Spring sighed in relief.
"Dustin, you're truly amazing! You actually went head–to–
head with my grandfather. I'm impressed!" Patrick
gave him a thumbs up.
"Hmph! What's so impressive about it? If it weren't for Grandfather's wea
kened state, he wouldn't have been
able to withstand it. It's just dumb luck, Torben said, feeling somewhat
dissatisfied.
"Then why didn't you step up earlier? You ran away like a rabbit," Patric
k taunted.
"You…" Torben was at a loss for words. Paul's power was unquestionable. W
ho would dare to confront him?
"Alright, let's help Mr. Hill back to rest." Spring gestured, and soon th
e guards stepped forward and carried Paul into the room.