An Understated Dominance by Marina Vittori

“The masters on the Legendary List are undoubtedly formidable. But it’s not our style to give up without a fight at the Shadow Citadel. Given my responsibilities, I must take this chance. I hope you can understand, Jude.” Dalen remained composed with a faint smile on his face.

“Since you’re so full of yourself, bring it on. I’m eager to see what you’ve got.” Jude stood with his hands clasped behind his back. His posture looked arrogant, almost as if he were taunting Dalen to attack.

He wouldn’t be so dismissive if he were facing a strong opponent. But when it came to an unknown rookie, Jude didn’t see any reason to be concerned since it would only cost him a little of his time.

“Please forgive me,” Dalen said casually. He clasped his hands before lunging forward with a palm strike toward Jude.

Though the strike looked deceptively slow, it was actually astonishingly fast. The chill in the air arrived before his hand did.

As the palm wind swept by, the surface of the battle ring frosted over instantly. This was the Shadow Citadel’s signature technique, the Glacial Strike.

Rumor had it that this technique carried immense power and intense cold. Those struck by the palm wind risked becoming frozen and immobile or, in severe cases, losing their life on the spot.

Dalen used his signature move right from the start, which showed that he regarded Jude as a formidable opponent. He couldn’t afford to hold back when facing a master from the Legendary List because a moment’s hesitation could lead to his defeat.

The Glacial Strike rushed in with a gust of icy wind and slammed into Jude’s chest. Instead of reacting with surprise, Dalen frowned and quickly shifted to a defensive stance.

In the next moment, the figure he had struck vanished. Dalen realized he hadn’t hit Jude’s real body but only an illusory image.

“You are too slow. You can’t even touch me.” A mocking voice taunted from behind him.

turned to see Jude standing 30 feet away with his hands behind his back and a scornful smile. Without a word, Dalen launched

futile effort.” Jude scoffed and shook his

second palm strike slammed into thin air. It created an explosive sound reverberating through

Where are you hitting? I’m right here.” Jude’s taunting voice echoed from

back and launched another palm strike. A white palm shadow shot forward

too slow. With speed like that, you’ll tire yourself out before you even touch a hair

the battle ring. One moment, he was on the left, the next on the right, in

left no visible trace of movement. He was simply executing his Spectral Sprint. No matter how Dalen launched his attacks or chased him down, he couldn’t even touch the

of a master on the Legendary List, his Spectral Sprint Arts

even in the same league. Even if Jude doesn’t

this. If it were me, I would have surrendered long ago to

led around like a

clear to everyone that Jude was toying with his opponent, and the match outcome was a foregone conclusion. Whenever Jude grew tired of the game, that

tough spot. If it

hit nothing but air and failed to

compared to the beasts on the Legendary List.” Crystal

a wide gap in skill even among them. The masters on

“Hurry up! Faster.

you hit me once? I’m starting to feel anxious for