An Understated Dominance by Marina Vittori

Chapter 2262

Atlas' attack came with fierce momentum as he swung his axes with enough force to shatter stone.

Miles focused intently and chose to advance rather than retreat. He deftly ducked under Atlas' swinging axes, his hair barely missing their deadly arc.

As Atlas' axes missed their mark, Miles' sword was already in motion.

A sharp clang echoed through the air. While taking advantage of his momentum, Miles' sword sliced fiercely across Atlas' chest and abdomen as he skimmed past him.

The blow shredded Atlas' attire and exposed the padded armor beneath, marked with a faint white streak.

"Hmm?" Miles frowned.

His sword strike had been cunningly angled, executed swiftly and accurately. He had anticipated it would incapacitate Atlas immediately. But to his surprise, Atlas' padded armor absorbed the critical blow.

"Kid, I hate to admit you've got skills," Atlas remarked. He looked down at his torn clothes with a serious expression.

He added, "If I hadn't been prepared, you might have had me there. But you only get one sneak attack. From here on out, I'll crush you with my full strength!"

He had initially underestimated Miles and didn't take him seriously. However, after Miles' cunning and precise strike, Atlas was now on high alert.

clear to him that Miles, a disciple of the Sword Union, was a formidable

what it takes!" Miles raised his sword slowly and looked

sword skills could triumph without a fatal strike. It just meant he’d have to put in a little

on!" Atlas roared as he charged forward

of ax shadows at Miles. Some

to create a flurry of blade shadows around him. Each stroke

without faltering. After a brief

a split second, sparks erupted

His axes swung with overwhelming force that proved challenging

contrast, Miles relied on agility by executing precise, rapid strikes with evasive

limit to outmatch the other. It was a close and intense duel where neither seemed to gain

their comparable cultivation levels, Miles held the edge in

cunningly. He relied on his protective gear to

couldn't risk trading blows, so he was forced to relinquish chances for a

abilities, stamina, and resolve. The winner could endure longer, as exhaustion meant an inevitable

the battle ring while the atmosphere outside

carried immense weight for the gamblers. The outcome was pivotal for the gamblers' hopes and

crowd passionately cheered on their favorites, shouting until their faces