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.

Caleb eyed Glenn and Fenley, shook his head, and

only wanted a quiet life without drama. But after being pressured into participating by Humminghill, he had no choice. With high expectations on his

the very least and secure a spot in the top eight to avoid letting Kaden down. If not, Caleb would

avoid drawing Glenn or Fenley in the early rounds.

Marshall from the

crowd erupted in

distinguished middle-aged man in white robes approached with a commanding presence, his features sharp. He entered with

through the crowd with a warm smile and

was Alloy, the guildmaster of the

Cyrus, who was aloof and stern, Alloy was the definition of approachability. He radiated warmth and friendliness, greeting everyone with a genuine smile and never

“Greetings, Mr. Marshall.”

“Greetings, Mr. Marshall.”

deference. The Celestial Alliance had disciples

top guild in Dragonmarsh. Even though the Sword Union was gaining ground, the

and frequently played the role of mediator for

the gathered guilds was unmistakable. This was a sharp contrast

When Alloy approached, Kaden stood up immediately to greet him. His face lit up with a welcoming smile as

life-mostly feeding fish and playing with the birds, “Alloy replied with a

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