Dustin's momentum was so great that Metal Mask was shocked, his face grim. Having experienced Dustin's power firsthand, he dared not underestimate him. He didn't parry the attack; instead, he mobilized his pure energy to increase his speed, yet barely avoided it.

Calmly, Dustin threw another punch—even stronger and more formidable than the first. Could Dustin summon endless power? This punch, imbued with immense power and unwavering force, was faster still. Metal Mask couldn't dodge it.

Bam!

In desperation, he raised his hands to block, but was still pushed back thirty feet, his feet gouging deep trenches in the ground. Blood trickled from his mouth, the punch compounding his injuries.

"Dustin, you're a terrifying monster," he gasped, regaining his breath. Knowing he couldn't win, yet still surprised, he decided to reveal the truth. "I can't win... Don't you want to know which organization we belong to? We're from the Divine Hall!"

"The Divine Hall...?" Dustin frowned. He'd heard of the organization, but not this one. It wasn't an assassination organization. Hell Hall, ruler of the underworld, possessed an advanced information network, yet Dustin had never heard of a Divine Hall operating as assassins in Lovellia. Logically, an organization with Martial Saints shouldn't be so obscure. This meant only one thing: they were exceptionally well-hidden. Their contacts were either exceptionally discreet or… no longer able to speak.

"Sir, have you heard of this organization?" Dustin asked Howard.

"No," Howard replied. "But with investigation, we should find clues." Dustin remained unconvinced. If Hell Hall couldn't find information, the reclusive Sorensen family would have an even harder time.

"Forget it," Metal Mask cackled, confidence restored. "The Divine Hall is the strongest, most mysterious organization. You couldn't hope to find information unless we chose to reveal ourselves!"

Dustin was growing impatient. He wanted to beat Metal Mask into submission, then extract answers.

"I know how strong you are," Metal Mask laughed. "Do you think I came unarmed? The Divine Hall has developed a secret weapon, specifically designed to counter strong martial artists. Be careful, Dustin!"

Dustin didn't consider it a threat. He moved straight for Metal Mask's throat, intending to prevent the Divine Hall's typical use of poison.

Metal Mask narrowed his eyes, hand behind his back. As Dustin approached, he produced a golden gun and fired.

Bang!

A special bullet, at least twice the speed of a normal one, shot forth. Dustin sensed the danger; alarm bells rang. He retreated, hastily summoning his pure energy to evade the bullet. He sensed that even Martial Saints would die from such a shot.