An Understated Dominance (Dustin Rhys)

“Me?” Dustin was slightly taken aback. He hadn’t expected Fenley to steer the conversation toward him.

Still, he nodded and said, “Sir Hudson is right. With Dalen’s talent and strength, he definitely has what it takes to challenge the top ten in the Legendary List.”

Dustin had a lot of faith in Dalen.

“Since he can earn such high praise from both of you, he must be someone worth keeping an eye on,” Alicia said thoughtfully.

Unfortunately, Dalen was from the Shadow Citadel. She might have convinced him to join the Celestial Alliance if he had come from a smaller guild.

“A handsome and capable talent like him is a rare find these days,” Aurora remarked. Her eyes were sparkling with interest.

While she wasn’t instantly smitten with Dalen, his striking looks certainly made her take a second glance.

“We win. Crystal, did you see that? Mr. Shade won.” Ruby jumped up excitedly when Dalen’s victory was announced.

Her joy came from his win and her successful bet. The thrill of winning big from such a small wager was simply exhilarating.

“Crystal, you’ve got a keen eye. Mr. Shade actually won.” Miles, sitting beside her, beamed with joy.

advice and bet on Dalen. Otherwise, he would have suffered

not going all in.

not only won, but he did so effortlessly. He’s even more formidable than I imagined.” Crystal narrowed

was strong, though it was only a hunch since she hadn’t seen him in action. But after the match, she

that moment, she felt defeated once again. First Dustin, and now Dalen. Both had become her friends on her journey, yet their

herself a prodigy for reaching halfway to Grandmaster at such a young age-a remarkable achievement. But compared to Dustin and Dalen, her skills

My honey won.

honey.

so handsome. Look

his charm. Cheers of ” Honey” and excited screams echoed through the stands; their voices were loud enough to

fans, his appeal wasn’t merely about his appearance. It was the combination of his good

made a cool exit while Thaddeus stumbled off amidst a chorus of boos. It was a classic case of

while the loser was met

as the match continued. One by one, talented elites began

Abigail’s betting ring operation was booming. With every match result,

is Number 8 versus Number 22. Contestants, please come up on the battle ring,” the referee announced as the previous

the number tag around her waist. She was momentarily stunned before jumping up excitedly.