An Understated Dominance by Marina Vittori

Emeret stood in the battle ring with a sword in his hand. A faint smile crossed his face as he looked at Glenn. “I didn’t expect us to face each other so soon. It seems we can’t avoid this match.”

Glenn might have been the genius everyone raved about, but Emeret wasn’t one to be underestimated. He had always kept a low profile, avoiding the spotlight and focusing on his training in silence.

Emeret didn’t enter the Combat Tournament for recognition. Instead, he wanted to test his strength. He knew training in isolation wouldn’t help him improve, so he needed to challenge the best to test his abilities.

“You can’t defeat me. Just surrender,” Glenn said coldly. He didn’t want to go all out against someone from the same guild.

“How can you tell who’s better without a fight?” Emeret continued to smile. ” Glenn, I joined the Sword Union a few years before you. You might be the Chosen One, but don’t underestimate me. Defeating me won’t be as easy as you think.”

“You’re not on my level. Save your strength,” Glenn said impassively.

With his keen eye, he could tell Emeret had reached the level of a developed grandmaster. It was enough for him to establish his own guild and dominate territory, but he still fell short of being Glenn’s equal.

“Skill level isn’t everything. As the Sword Union disciple, we often take down opponents who are stronger than us.” Emeret exhibited a balanced mindset that was neither boastful nor impatient.

Glenn raised an eyebrow, and his expression turned icy. “What? Are you really comparing me to those losers?”

“Of course not.” Emeret smiled and shook his head. “You’re the number one expert on the Legendary List, and I respect that. Just remember, there’s always someone stronger. Never underestimate your opponent.”

blood. Once we begin, I won’t hold back,

for the kill if it were anyone else. But Emeret was his senior, so he exercised a bit of

let’s

glimmered like polished silver. Its edge was razor-sharp and gleamed in the sunlight.

hold back.” Glenn skipped the small talk

aura toward Emeret’s chest. The attack was lightning-fast

artist had fallen

Instinct kicked in, and he swung his sword down in a vertical strike. His

reacted even quicker. This exchange was just a test, and neither had gained

He raised his right hand and flicked his fingers

aura shot through the air. Each carried immense force that aimed straight at Emeret’s

a blur as he unleashed

three sword auras. His movements were precise, decisive, and fluid. It was impressive to achieve this skill level against

you’ve

he could finish, Glenn raised his hand and swung it through

explosion, a giant golden sword materialized in the sky. It was about 33 feet

from the sky, and

struggled to breathe. It felt like a great