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 powerful

arrow returned to its original form and was knocked

impassive as he tapped

second, three black iron balls shot out. Each ball was about the size of a fist and appeared ordinary, but

and more poisonous. Even a grandmaster martial artist would

commanded with a flick of his

toward Caleb. When they were ten

down on him, we The needles were laced with the internal energy-draining effect. While not as deadly as the

was useless against such a dense attack. The Glow Incantation could protect him, but his energy would drain if he continued to

had no choice but to

pulled out a white talisman with a quick flick

shouted as he tossed

mist that engulfed the incoming poison needles. The needles, lethal and swift, instantly froze solid.

Sam's cold

three signature techniques—the

focused on offense.

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

elder of Sacred Wyrm Summit, were prime