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.

tournament.” Caleb eyed

life without drama. But after being pressured into participating by Humminghill, he had no choice. With high expectations

secure a spot in the top eight to avoid

Fenley in the early rounds. Facing either of

It’s Mr. Marshall from the Celestial

crowd erupted in

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

warm smile and an air of nobility. He nodded and greeted

guildmaster of the

He radiated warmth and friendliness, greeting everyone with a genuine smile and never showing any trace of

“Greetings, Mr. Marshall.”

“Greetings, Mr. Marshall.”

stood up in deference. The Celestial Alliance had disciples across the land, and

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

frequently played the role of mediator for smaller factions. So, it

the gathered guilds was unmistakable. This was a sharp contrast to their

immediately to greet him. His face lit

I’ve been enjoying a leisurely life-mostly

collection, but I’m having trouble understanding them