An Understated Dominance (Dustin Rhys)

The spectators erupted into thunderous applause as soon as Oron finished speaking.

Under the spotlight of a thousand eager eyes, contestant number one rose from his seat and walked to the battle ring. He was a monk clad in gray robes.

The towering figure, who had a muscular build, was in his 30s. He gripped an iron staff, and his smooth, bald head gleamed brilliantly in the sunlight.

The spectators quickly recognized him. “I can’t believe the first contestant is Venerable Truce from Aureate Monastery. This is going to be a great match.”

Contestant number one was a revered monk from Aureate Monastery called Truce Heart. He was known by the moniker “Venerable Banisher”.

Despite his young age, his cultivation was beyond measure, especially his Ironfist Technique, which he had mastered to perfection.

He was said to be impervious to blades, bullets, fire, and water. Any attack launched against him barely left a mark.

But Truce wasn’t just renowned for his incredible defense. His Banisher Technique was equally deadly, and he had defeated countless experts with it. With his prowess, it was no exaggeration to say he could challenge opponents far beyond his level.

“I wonder who will be his opponent.”

Amid the curious gazes of the spectators, contestant number 32 slowly walked up to the battle ring.

The man had a Strequan face, wore a clerical robe, and a cross hung on his chest. His expression was kind, and he had a gentle smile. He was Jeremiah Price, also known as “The Dust of Angel

“Hey! A kind-looking priest?”

way! A Strequan priest competing

bat. He may look harmless, but he’s hiding sinister intentions. Don’t let his appearance

against Venerable Truce’s Banisher staff. One

this priest is unlucky to face off against Venerable Truce. If he doesn’t concede, he’s likely to be

to challenge us in

immediately started whispering and pointing. Their murmurs rippled through the

sense of local pride, especially in

steal the spotlight. Otherwise,

so why not surrender?” Truce eyed the slender Jeremiah and shook his head

name for himself. His sights

him, Truce had neither seen nor heard of him before. Winning against him wouldn’t hold much significance. He figured Jeremiah was just here to experience the excitement and learn

can you predict the outcome before the

good. Once we start, I won’t hold

the prowess of Dragonmarsh martial

Since you insist, don’t blame me for what happens

begin!” Oron declared before floating down from the battle

you,” Truce said, adopting his

Jeremiah smiled faintly and didn’t make

eyes, and the tension between

hold back, just start the