An Understated Dominance (Dustin Rhys)

“That’s true. With your lofty ambitions, why would you care about a few underperforming disciples?” Alloy said sarcastically.

He added, “Yet, those very disciples have shown impressive growth since joining the Celestial Alliance. Perhaps… they’re simply struggling to adjust to the Sword Union’s treatment?”

“Mr. Marshall, you talk a big game, but it doesn’t amount to much when it comes to real skill,” Cyrus said coldly.

He continued, “Since this is a Combat Tournament, why don’t we take it to the stage? Are you up for showing these young ones what true skill really looks like?”

“If you’re so eager, I’d be happy to oblige,” Alloy replied with an indifferent smile. “I’d also like to see if your swordsmanship lives up to the rumors.”

One was ranked second on the Champ- Tier List, and the other was third. Their strength differences weren’t big. If they faced off, it was anyone’s guess who would win.

“Please calm down.” Seeing the situation heating up, Kaden, sitting between them, quickly intervened with a smile to mediate.

He added, “Today’s tournament is meant for the younger generation. As guild leaders, it wouldn’t be right for us to steal their spotlight. Let’s take a moment to think this through and avoid any rash decisions.”

“You’re right,” Alloy nodded. “Let’s put our old rivalries aside for today. If Mr. Hadley is eager for a challenge, let our disciples settle it.”

“Fine,” Cyrus said coldly. “But if we’re going to compete, let’s raise the stakes.

“Oh? What did you have in mind?” Alloy raised an eyebrow.

“If we win, all the swords in your

win, you’ll need to hand over the

guarded secret, known only to a select few top disciples. It

Alliance could acquire it, they could use their vast resources to train a new generation of

lay claim

you’ll lose, Mr.

bet, just admit it. We wouldn’t

agree to anything that puts me at a

confident he would win. After

already achieved the rank of ultimate grandmaster. Cyrus figured dealing with someone like Fenley was child’s

“Deal!” Alloy said firmly.

and the Four Elements of God’s Technique for the Phantom Sword

Cyrus glanced at Glenn, who merely nodded without

was willing to participate if it brought glory to the Sword

secretly, a commotion arose from

of mysterious figures in white robes and masks. They walked

figures exuded an imposing presence. Each one was a Grandmaster, walking

Mystic Arts Order! Everyone, clear

Order’s emblem sent a wave of terror through the crowd. People scrambled to clear the