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."

added, "But the Sword Union is different. We don't have those kinds of constraints. It's all about following your own path.

admired Dustin and hoped he would join the

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.

couldn't help but interject with a hint of frustration. She pouted and said, "Hey! It's not every day that the Sword Union opens its doors to recruit new members. Think about it before turning down such

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

mind your manners!" Crystal scolded and shot

grandmaster martial artist status. With such talent, even if unreachable for

a dismissive huff and fell into a sullen silence as she sipped

calling it a night. Tomorrow's the Combat Tournament registration, so let's not dilly-dally," Dalen

"Cheers!"

their

and warm goodbyes, the group prepared to leave for the night. With their glasses raised one last time and a toast shared, Dustin guided

streets were already deserted. The rain had begun to fall from the sky,

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

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 air of

Stay alert, everyone." Her beautiful eyes narrowed as

ominous demeanor left no doubt that he wasn't there with friendly intentions. As he advanced, his footsteps echoed in

his head, revealing a

he scrutinized the unfamiliar man before

was a hired assassin

are you?" Dalen

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