An Understated Dominance by Marina Vittori

A thunderous boom shook the ground like an earthquake. When the purple sword aura clashed with the nine-colored divine swords, a terrifying energy wave suddenly erupted like a volcanic eruption.

Wherever the waves of energy swept through, the air thundered with an ear- splitting roar, and the space around them seemed to warp.

The once-solid battle ring cracked like brittle glass and shattered into rubble.

Above it, the massive blue protective shield expanded to its limit and trembled violently under the strain.

Cracks spread like spider webs across its surface. It weaved together into a web-like pattern that spread across the entire shield.

“Hold it together!” Oron shouted. He and several other Sacred Wyrm Summit masters frantically channeled their internal energy into the formation.

But no matter how hard they tried, the cracks continued to spread. A moment later, the barrier shattered with a deafening crash.

Oron and several other masters from Sacred Wyrm Summit were blasted back more than ten yards by the shockwave. Before they even hit the ground, they were severely injured, with blood pouring from their mouths and noses.

The remaining shockwave showed no signs of slowing down as it continued to spread outward. Like a raging tide, it quickly swallowed up the crowd.

Those with strong cultivation managed to brace themselves, but the weaker ones were tossed around. They were

knocked off their feet and left bloodied and bruised.

In an instant, the entire scene descended into chaos as screams, curses, and cries for help filled the air.

At Dustin and Glenn’s level, even the slightest ripple from their battle was too much for ordinary people to withstand. In fact, no one had expected such intensity from their clash. It not only obliterated the battle ring but also shattered Sacred Wyrm Summit’s carefully set up defense formation.

Summit couldn’t withstand it. The destructive power was beyond

“Quick! Help the injured!”

moment, the match’s outcome no longer mattered. Kaden immediately mobilized his people to

into action. Faced with a disaster of this magnitude, no

were martial artists. They were capable of

of them were either wealthy or influential, with experts by

the various guilds, the chaos was quickly brought under control. The injured

carried away.

their eyes glued to the center of the ring. Compared to their injuries, they were more curious about who won

now in ruins. What had once been a 100-foot ring was reduced to nothing more than a mound of shattered rubble. Dust and smoke filled the air, blocking the view and making

the smoke to reveal two lone figures standing atop separate piles of

black, stood with a cold expression. His breathing was heavy, and blood trickled from the corner of his mouth. Before

light had faded,

white. His face was pale and glistening with sweat. The hand gripping his Dragon Sparrow sword trembled slightly. A thin trail of blood dripped from his palm and slid down the blade before falling onto the

stared at each other,

on?

are still standing. Could it be

exchanged

ring in ruins and the defense

two ultimate grandmasters, even the residual force of their attacks could annihilate most of