An Understated Dominance by Marina Vittori

With a scornful look, Ruby retorted, "Hmph! Your feeble words suggest a lack of strength. Is that why you talk like that?"

She added, "What's so great about that brat? Is he deserving of your admiration? I doubt Miles would lose to him!"

"You'll see as it unfolds." Dustin didn't bother explaining or arguing further.

After all, it was all about raw strength in these stage duels. The stronger one would win.

"Hmph! Once Miles takes down that brat, let's see how you defend him!" Ruby exclaimed, frustrated.

In a moment like this, everyone should be cheering for Miles, but Dustin not only showed no support but also made sarcastic remarks. It was truly infuriating.

"Look! They've started!" Dalen's words instantly grabbed everyone's attention.

At that moment, Miles had already charged at Marco with his sword. With a flick of his wrist, his sword trembled, creating two blossoming flowers—one on the left and one on the right—thrusting toward Marco's arms.

face remained blank as if he knew it was coming. He took

launched a barrage of sword techniques, each one with precision and speed. These strikes

thrusts, slashes, strikes, feints, presses, sweeps, and parries, Miles' swordplay carried a relentless intensity. All his movements aimed at different vital points

swift and impressive, leaving

evaded Miles' attacks with his body

as though Miles was consistently pressing and gaining

as a disciple of the

young, yet so skilled with a sword. Miles has a bright

amazing! Crush

cheering and shouting, feeling

unleashing a flurry of sword strikes

matter how he attacked, even using all his tricks,