An Understated Dominance (Dustin Rhys)

Under the intense gaze of the spectators, Thaddeus’ Voidcleaver clashed with Dalen’s folding fan. To be precise, Dalen’s fan struck Thaddeus’ blade.

A thunderous bang echoed as their weapons collided. It unleashed a powerful energy wave that radiated from the point of impact.

The shockwave swept through the surroundings, sending dust and debris flying. Spectators near the battle ring had to shield their eyes from the whirlwind of grit.

The two men were locked in a standoff on the battle ring. Dalen’s folding fan, like a sword, tapped against Thaddeus’s blade. One was striking downward, the other thrusting upward, creating a deadlock in midair.

The spectators were stunned.

“Whoa! He actually blocked it? What’s going on?”

“Father Savier’s attack had the power of a grandmaster. It was a devastating strike, yet that pretty boy managed to counter it with finesse. Impressive!”

“Damn! How is the boy toy still alive?”

The spectators buzzed with mixed reactions. Some were shocked, some were frustrated, and others were disappointed. Most of them were dissatisfied with the outcome.

Some harbored an unexplained animosity toward Dalen, while others had placed heavy bets on Thaddeus, staunchly believing in him.

strike would end the fight. Surprisingly, the

pinpointed its weaknesses and countered

the others couldn’t help but

in Dalen. But now they understood that Dustin’s belief in him

at Dalen, who stood unharmed despite being so

everyone watching below the battle ring, Thaddeus thought he could kill Dalen. Yet, he didn’t expect Dalen to deflect his powerful strike with

his blade with both hands and pressed downward with

and the blue light intensified. At that instant, his

with sufficient strength and inflict severe injury. After all, he was an ascetic priest. His physical strength was beyond ordinary martial artists, especially in

didn’t

greater than Thaddeus had

eyes narrowed, and

in his strength. Still, he couldn’t understand why he couldn’t gain any advantage over Dalen. He wondered whether Dalen was naturally

don’t have any weaknesses!”

changed course and slashed horizontally toward Dalen’s neck. The strike lacked overwhelming force but aimed for sheer speed to catch him off

of dodging or defending, Dalen countered fearlessly. His folding fan became a sword-like weapon and thrust toward Thaddeus’

potential life- or-death moment. Most would instinctively try