An Understated Dominance by Marina Vittori

Caleb stared at the three swords heading toward him and decided not I to take them head-on. Instead, he moved at lightning speed, which left a trail of afterimages as he evaded the attack.

At that instant, Sam flicked his fingers. The three swords that had missed the target immediately turned around and sped toward Caleb's back.

Caleb raised his fingers, and the golden light enveloped his body.

The three swords hit the light but didn't bounce off. Instead, they began spinning rapidly as their sharp tips drilled into the light, creating a shower of sparks. The once-impenetrable golden light now rippled slightly.

"Huh?" Caleb frowned.

He was surprised by the effectiveness of the treasures from the thousand-talon coffer. They were durable and sharp and seemed to have their own will, which made them difficult to deal with.

Go!" At that moment, Sam tapped the thousand -talon coffer again.

A red shadow shot out—it was a fiery red arrow. The arrow was made of an unknown metal, filled with energy, and surrounded by flames.

Go!" Sam pointed at Caleb, and the red arrow flew through the air with a whoosh.

= moms i it flew, a torrent of searing flames erupted from the arrow. In the blink of an eye, the arrow transformed into a roaring fire dragon, its maw open and claws extended, charging at Caleb, "'Stormcraft!" Caleb didn't dare to take chances. He quickly formed a hand seal with his fingers and shot a bolt of blue lightning at the fire dragon.

The lightning struck with a thunderous crack and exploded on impact.

created a

arrow returned to its original form

impassive as

next second, three black iron balls shot out. Each ball was about the size of a fist and appeared ordinary, but it was covered with pinholes. These were the Dawson Clan's deadly

disciples, Sam's Phantom Blooms had been enhanced. They were more powerful and more poisonous. Even a grandmaster martial artist

commanded with a flick of

When they were ten yards away from him, the balls exploded. Thousands of

effect. While not as deadly as the Frost Needle, their overwhelming

Glow Incantation could protect him, but his

to use another

out a white talisman with a

shouted as he tossed

lethal and swift, instantly froze solid. They lost their momentum and dropped to the ground with a faint

Divine Talisman, too?" Sam's cold expression finally

had three signature techniques—the Glow

focused on offense. Many monks at Sacred Wyrm Summit had

3/5

techniques combined. Hence, only a handful had truly mastered it, and every one of them was a legend in

sage, and Oron, the revered elder of Sacred Wyrm