An Understated Dominance by Marina Vittori

In the lively ambiance of Breezy Tavern, Dustin was immersed in a cheerful gathering with Quincy and other people. The occasion was a party organized by Quincy in honor of Dustin's victory over Marco in honor of the Celestial Alliance.

Dustin's remarkable feat spread like wildfire throughout Sacred Wrym Summit. It even drew the attention of many curious and aspiring talents.

Dustin's intervention in defeating Marco had averted potential humiliation for martial artists across Dragonmarsh. Thus, it was no surprise that numerous individuals were eager to meet the emerging hero.

"Here's to your bright future and continued success, Dustin!" Quincy exclaimed, lifting his glass in a toast.

As the night wore on and the drinks flowed freely, even Dustin succumbed to the pleasant haze of merriment.

"Thank you, Elder Douglas," Dustin replied warmly. He raised his glass with a smile without any hint of submission.

"Dustin, have you truly ruled out joining our Celestial Alliance?" Quincy changed the subject abruptly.

He added, "Given your talent, joining us would provide access to top-notch resources and guidance. I bet that surpassing Fenley in the future isn't an unrealistic goal."

He had persistently invited Dustin throughout the gathering, but each time, Dustin declined. Yet, Quincy couldn't shake off the desire to make one more attempt. After all, rare talent like Dustin's shouldn't be dismissed lightly.

"I'm grateful for your kindness, but I still prefer to forge my own path. Also, I have no desire to align myself with any sects, so I must respectfully decline." Dustin shook his head.

"Ah, I see. What a shame," Quincy lamented.

Despite repeated invitations falling on deaf ears, it was evident that Dustin remained unmoved by the allure of the Celestial Alliance's prestige.

Sitting across from Quincy, Crystal unexpectedly chimed in, "The Celestial Alliance has rules and restrictions, which can be somewhat restrictive."

kinds of constraints. It's all about following your own path. Why not consider joining

Quincy, she admired Dustin and hoped he would join

blinked in surprise at Crystal's sudden interjection, his brow furrowed in confusion. He hadn't anticipated such a direct

but I'm firm in my stance. I'm not keen on joining

with a hint of frustration. She pouted and said, "Hey! It's not every day that the Sword Union opens its doors to recruit

surprised everyone with her proactive offer to Dustin. It was a rare moment of warmth

mind your manners!" Crystal scolded and shot a stern glance at her

Dustin's triumph over Marco was clear evidence of his grandmaster martial artist status. With

huff and fell into a sullen

one final drink before calling it a night. Tomorrow's the Combat Tournament registration,

"Cheers!"

raised their

the night. With their glasses raised one last time and a toast shared, Dustin guided Quincy and his

already deserted. The rain had begun to fall from the sky, accompanied by a biting wind that chilled the bones and

guys, look... Who's that?" Miles suddenly pointed toward the street

turned to see a figure approaching through the rain. It was a man draped in a raincoat and a straw hat with a knife in his hands. His head was bowed against the downpour, and his features were obscured in the darkness, casting an

kicked in immediately. "I can feel danger emanating from him. Stay alert, everyone." Her beautiful eyes narrowed as she

intentions. As he advanced, his footsteps

he slowly raised his head, revealing a pair of icy eyes, and asked, "Who among you

as he scrutinized the unfamiliar man

this stranger was a hired assassin

you?"

raincoat didn't respond. His eyes wandered as he asked, "Who is Dustin?