An Understated Dominance by Marina Vittori

The lack of strict rules at Sacred Wrym Summit allowed Abigail to set up betting pools.

Caleb couldn’t resist the urge to play a few rounds out of curiosity. He initially had some luck and racked up a decent win. But the tide turned, and he lost everything he had won.

With the excitement and adrenaline pumping, he had nothing else to wager, so he bet with the Divine Talisman. From that moment on, it spiraled out of control.

It wasn’t until he lost dozens of talismans that he finally realized he was over his head and decided to give up. Hence, the talismans in Azalea’s possession were a result of his reckless gambling.

“Where did you get a Divine Talisman? “Kendricks frowned as his expression darkened.

The Divine Talisman was a hallmark of Sacred Wyrm Summit, and the lightning talisman she had used earlier was particularly rare. Kendricks found it absurd that a disciple from the Mystic Arts Order would possess the talismans.

“Heh… it’s a secret.” Azalea grinned.

Before the match, Abigail had given her three Divine Talismans. Azalea had already used one with impressive results. If she played her cards right with the other two, there might still be a glimmer of hope to win the match.

“Hmph! Do you think you can defeat me with the Divine Talisman? Dream on.” Kendricks tossed his golden saber to the ground, where it sank deep into the battle ring and left the hilt sticking up. He then slowly unsheathed a black blade from his back.

It was a broken sword, entirely black and seemingly unremarkable. Yet the moment he unsheathed it, his entire demeanor changed dramatically. He exuded a chilling intensity, fierce and filled with commanding power.

black mist appeared, and he looked like a demon who

is going

feels like it’s been

the top of the ten famous swords in the world. It was broken by a mysterious

Rampage technique, he’s like supercharging a

spectators couldn’t help but feel a chill as they watched Kendricks enveloped in

swordsmen couldn’t even draw the blade. Even if they managed to

unfazed, which showed he had completely

to die by

the Demonblade in a simple and unembellished slash. But the moment the blade moved, a dark blade aura erupted from its

into darkness. The inky blackness seemed ready to consume everything in its path. Wherever it swept through, the ground withered, and the air felt thick and heavy. Though silent, it was filled with

without hesitation and quickly

a fierce crimson light. It formed a towering wall between her and the

Abyssal Parasol. The defensive divine artifact exploded and

a barrage of hidden weapons. But no matter how she attacked or defended, her poison darts disintegrated when

or block the attack, she shouted desperately, “I concede! I give

she said that, a bolt of blue lightning struck down from the sky and hit the

the black energy dissipated, Oron stood protectively before Azalea in the