An Understated Dominance by Marina Vittori

The saber hit the ground before its owner even appeared. Its edge gleamed with a fierce, intimidating light.

“This saber looks so familiar. I think I’ve seen it before.”

“If I’m not mistaken, that’s the Inferno Saber of the Bloodfire Legion leader.”

“The leader of the Bloodfire Legion? Even someone like him is competing in the tournament? Isn’t he too old for this?”

“From what I know, the Bloodfire Legion leader has passed the Inferno Saber to his most prized disciple, Kendricks Lang, who is ranked eighth on the Legendary List.”

Amid the murmurs, a dark figure suddenly shot into the air. He landed on the battle ring just as the golden saber crashed down with a thunderous boom.

The figure was a man dressed in black with a cold and formidable presence. He appeared to be in his 30s, tall and upright, with a piercing gaze. A black, broken sword was slung across his back, which added to his unapproachable demeanor.

He was Kendricks Lang, ranked eighth on the Legendary List. Though many had never seen him in person, he was widely recognized. His extraordinary skills and blade mastery had earned him a stellar reputation, and he had remained undefeated since his rise to fame.

“Such bad luck. I can’t believe I have to face this guy,” Azalea murmured as she looked at her numbered ball. With a resigned sigh, she rose from her seat and walked toward the battle ring.

Despite the treasures Abigail had given her, Azalea still felt uncertain. While those items might be effective against ordinary grandmasters, their usefulness against great legends like Kendricks was questionable.

best.

frowned as he looked at Azalea approaching the battle ring. “How

from the Legendary List, not an unknown woman. To him, defeating her didn’t seem like an achievement

the ring. With a gentle smile and a polite

the stand perked up, and their hearts raced at

right, but Azalea was particularly striking. There was

want to fight a woman. Just surrender,” Kendricks said flatly. His

rather spend

never let me live it down.

the pretense,” he said with a blank expression. “If you’re determined to fight, don’t expect me to

I must have misunderstood. If you’re set on fighting me, I’ll just have to endure it.” She shook her head,

but the male spectators were spellbound. Their hearts softened at Azalea’s seemingly

Who could bring themselves to harm such a fragile

starts now,” Oron announced once both contestants were

signal she was hurrying to strike first. She appeared composed

swift motion, he reached out, and the