An Understated Dominance (Dustin Rhys)

Glenn and Fenley were top-tier geniuses in the martial world. Given the intense rivalry between the Sword Union and the Celestial Alliance, it was only natural that they saw each other as competitors.

Fenley was fired up with a fighting spirit after a recent breakthrough in his cultivation before the tournament. He was itching for a showdown with Glenn and could hardly wait to face him.

In contrast, Glenn wouldn’t back down from Fenley’s challenge. However, while Fenley was fired up with a fighting spirit, Glenn remained indifferent.

Since topping the Legendary List, Glenn had stopped regarded his peers as worthy rivals, except for Logan, who was his equal and had been missing for years.

At present, his focus was on the elites of the Champ-Tier List, the ultimate benchmark of power in the martial world. 1

He had to take down one top competitor after another and push through every obstacle until he reached the pinnacle of success. The past was irrelevant since he was laser-focused on the road ahead, with no intention of looking back.

Caleb, dressed in tattered robes, suddenly stood up with a yawn and stretched lazily. He accidentally blocked the line of sight between Glenn and Fenley.

Glenn averted his gaze and settled beside Cyrus. He closed his eyes to center his focus and block out the distractions around him.

Fenley quickly regained his composure. With Glenn in the tournament, Fenley knew their paths would cross eventually, so there was no need to rush things.

He aimed to defeat Glenn in the finals and claim the championship title. A win would secure him the highest honor and boost the Celestial Alliance’s reputation. This would silence any lingering doubts about his strength.

these guys are tough. I really shouldn’t have entered this tournament.” Caleb eyed Glenn and Fenley, shook his head, and

quiet life without drama. But after being pressured into participating by Humminghill, he had no choice. With high expectations on his shoulders, he knew he couldn’t

top three at the very least and secure a spot in

the early rounds. Facing either of them would be the

It’s Mr. Marshall from the

crowd erupted

white robes approached

in white walked through the crowd with a warm smile and an air

was Alloy, the guildmaster of the Celestial

was the definition of approachability. He radiated warmth and friendliness, greeting everyone with a

“Greetings, Mr. Marshall.”

“Greetings, Mr. Marshall.”

moment, leaders and disciples from various guilds stood up in deference. The Celestial Alliance had

though the Sword Union was gaining ground,

of mediator for smaller factions. So, it wasn’t surprising that nearly half of

guilds was unmistakable. This was a sharp contrast to their reaction toward

stood up immediately to greet him. His face lit up with a welcoming smile

enjoying a leisurely life-mostly feeding fish

continued, “If you’re free, I’d love for you to drop by. I’ve recently added some interesting artworks and classic manuscripts to my collection, but I’m having trouble understanding