He did not even touch the platform...

All he did was wave his hand to release a single burst of pure energy...

This was an entirely different level compared to Henry, who had to press his hand against the platform to channel his energy.

In short, the difference was clear. Dustin's pure energy was exponentially more powerful than Henry's.

The realization left the crowd utterly stunned.

Was this kid really from some rural backwater like Rivenesco?

No one felt the disparity more acutely than Henry himself.

He had experienced Dustin's unique pure energy firsthand.

As his men helped him to his feet, he was deep in thought.

"Overbearing... such an overbearing energy!" he murmured to himself. It was the only way he could describe it.

"Mr. Henry, are you... okay?" one of his men asked anxiously.

Snapping out of his daze, Henry winced as pain shot through him.

His face was darkened with humiliation.

He had lost...

He had been utterly crushed. He was not even able to last a single round.

"I've lost..." he admitted with a heavy sigh.

At least he had the decency to admit it, especially with so many people watching.

"Your pure energy is incredible. I concede defeat," Henry said.

There was no point in throwing a tantrum. That would only make him look worse in front of the crowd.

"It's alright," Dustin said nonchalantly.

Although Henry was not exactly an honorable person, at least he had the guts to admit defeat, unlike Julian. "This is the money I owe," Henry said as he gestured for a cart to be wheeled over. On it sat a hill of cash.

In just two bets, Dustin had made nearly a hundred million dollars!

Skill, it seemed, was the quickest way to make money in places like this.

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