An Understated Dominance (Dustin Rhys)

“Dr. Rhys, don’t worry. Even if Number 12 loses, no one’s going to blame you,” Alicia said with a reassuring smile.

“Yeah, we’re just here for the fun of it. Winning or losing doesn’t really matter, “Aurora chimed in.

“That’s a relief.” Dustin nodded.

Gambling could remain harmless if one didn’t become too engrossed in it. However, once addicted, it was easy to lose one’s rationality. Therefore, it was wise to clarify matters beforehand to prevent unnecessary complications.

“Fenley, do you want to join us?” Alicia suddenly turned to Fenley beside her.

“No thanks. You guys go ahead. I’m not into it.” Fenley smiled and shook his head. He was passionate about martial arts. Aside from training and fighting, nothing else piqued his interest.

“What about you, Dr. Rhys?” Alicia asked Dustin.

“I’ll just watch the match,” he declined politely. He knew that Abigail’s role as the dealer could manipulate the outcome. Plus, those who placed their bets would eventually lose everything.

“Come on, place your bets. The match is about to start,” Abigail shouted as she urged more gamblers to place their bets.

When the referee in the battle ring announced the start of the match, the betting was officially closed.

“Go, Miles! You have to win and make our guild proud!” Ruby’s voice echoed through the crowd. She cheered on Miles as he fought on the second battle ring.

sat nearby. Their expressions were calm as

her direction. Dalen, sensing something, swiftly

center of the battle ring. His expression was serious as he gripped his sword with determination. He exuded an impressive and

burly man named Atlas Brude, was quite the contrast. Standing six feet three inches tall and with a big, muscular

Miles, though in good shape,

spare any nameless spirits under my axes.” Atlas swung his

Miles Young from Sword Union,” Miles

Sword Union disciple?” Atlas raised an

elites. All their disciples are tough martial artists capable of taking on 100 opponents. I wonder if those

expected to encounter one of their disciples so soon. If

find out for yourself?” Miles slowly raised his sword and pointed it straight at

I’ll see just how skilled you Sword Union disciples really are!” Atlas sneered. Then, he charged forward like a human tank. Each step sent

Miles’ shoulders with tremendous force. Given Atlas’ strength, even a rhinoceros

he couldn’t take the attack head- on. So, he twisted his body and swiftly

sent the sparks flying in all directions. The once-solid surface of the battle ring now bore two

after his initial strike

scraped along the ground for about 15 feet before slashing upwards

Miles’ pupils constricted as he quickly