An Understated Dominance by Marina Vittori

"The fight is over, so let's call it a day. Master Oron, the stage is yours."

Caleb yawned and left after he chased away the Frostzard Manor.

With his tired appearance, it seemed like he hadn't slept in days.

"Let me reiterate that you must abide by our rules while at Sacred Wrym Summit." Oron's gaze swept the surroundings as he spoke with authority.

He continued, "No matter your grievances or grudges, settle them in the battle ring or privately after the tournament. If anyone starts trouble here, Sacred Wrym Summit won't stand for it and will act accordingly."

"Master Oron is right. I'll be the first to stop anyone who breaks the rules!"

"Exactly! Disrespecting Sacred Wrym Summit is like disrespecting me! I'm right here. Let's see who has the guts to stir up trouble!"

"I think the people from Frostzard Manor are just asking for trouble. They deserve whatever they get, even death!"

The crowd erupted into a cacophony of voices, expressing solidarity with Sacred Wrym Summit.

They made it clear that breaking the rules would have consequences. While it might have sounded like empty talk, at least the spirit was there.

"Thank you all for being here." Oron began with a respectful bow. "The first day of the tournament is about to start. Now, let me explain the rules.

"The goal of this Combat Tournament is friendly sparring and pushing each other to our limits.

"If one participant falls off the battle ring or concedes, the other must stop their attacks. Breaking this rule leads to immediate disqualification.

"Furthermore, there are no restrictions on weapons or techniques. So, feel free to showcase your skills. However, malicious intent to kill is prohibited. The referee can end the match if necessary.

"Lastly, I hope everyone can use this opportunity to exchange martial arts skills and improve together."

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thousands of pounds to sign up for the

artists could reach this level unless they were exceptionally talented. So, most of the contestants in Group C were Divine-level martial

artist would make anyone stand out in major sects. They were also seen as top talents in smaller sects and got

contestants was important. After all, there might be some outstanding individuals

them to show off their prestige and strength in battles. Second, it gave them a chance to

the Sacred Wrym

from all over the

recruit one or two of these exceptional talents, they would undoubtedly be a

isn't just watching the matches a

Ruby's interest was quickly

We'll bet on the matches' outcomes. I'll be the

I'll split them into eight pots. Before the matches start, you can place your bets however you like—pick your favorites. If you win, I'll double your winnings. How does

a try?" Ruby chirped and looked at the