An Understated Dominance by Marina Vittori

“Interesting. It looks like this match won’t be boring after all.” From his seat at the Sword Union, Glenn narrowed his eyes. A rare spark of interest broke through his indifferent demeanor.

As a swordsman, he thrived on the challenge of facing strong opponents. The more formidable his rival, the more it ignited his excitement. Watching an elite swordsman in action only intensified his desire to fight.

Of course, ordinary fighters wouldn’t capture his attention. But Dustin’s earlier performance had drawn him in.

Those two quick, fierce strikes showcased a sharpness of sword aura that was truly impressive. Glenn realized that an elite like Dustin would be an excellent sharpening stone for his skills.

Glenn wasn’t the only one who noticed. Dustin’s impressive win over Jeremiah had left everyone in awe, and they began to see him as a dark horse in the tournament.

While most might not consider him a contender for the championship, they recognized he had the strength to break into the top three. His value skyrocketed as major guilds were willing to invest heavily in Dustin while extending lucrative offers to him.

After all, a talent like his could become a dominant force with just a little guidance and potentially lead their guild to greatness. However, attracting such talent was one thing; successfully nurturing it was another challenge entirely.

The search for the top eight concluded with Dustin’s victory in the eighth round. All three foreign challengers were eliminated, with none surviving.

This match was a true rollercoaster, as it was filled with breathtaking moments. Until the very last second, no one could predict the outcome, given the numerous twists and turns.

Whether it was Caleb defeating Kendricks, Dalen overcoming Jude, or Dustin clinching the final victory, all three emerged as dark horses. Initially overlooked, they ended up winning spectacularly.

three dark horses, the other contestants also delivered commendable

rounds. One of them would be crowned the champion the following

list merely gauged a martial

measure of power. Strength and

match would determine who would claim the title of the strongest legend in the martial

descended. The eight finalists either rested to regain

the keen attention of all guilds. Securing a spot in the top three was the ultimate goal for

in the martial world, and the pressure weighed heavily

top three would bring significant rewards from Sacred Wrym

more than personal glory, as it was a matter of survival for entire guilds. There was

disciples. They hoped for standout performances that could lead to victory

mountain manor about 20 miles from Sacred Wrym Summit, Bailey sat at the long dining table eating large chunks of meat and washed them down with gulps of

was piled high with every kind of meat imaginable. Dozens of dishes stretched across its surface, and no

god of the Hall of Gods, burst through the door with urgency

bother to look up as

said solemnly. “The three elites we sent to challenge the Dragonmarsh martial artists are all dead,

paused and slowly lifted his head. “Are you sure