An Understated Dominance (Dustin Rhys)

“What? The guy isn’t dead? How is that even possible?”

“He’s not only alive, but he’s completely unscathed. This is insane!”

“How can this be? Is he wearing some kind of armor?”

“Even if he was, there’s no way he could survive Venerable Truce’s strike without a scratch!”

The spectators stared in disbelief as Jeremiah stood there with a seemingly indifferent expression.

Truce’s previous strike was devastating, unstoppable, and could split mountains and rivers.

Under normal circumstances, given Jeremiah’s build, he should’ve been left crippled even if he survived. But he was completely unscathed. This was a sight that defied everyone’s understanding and logic.

Even Truce was left questioning this reality. The Drakon Banisher, a signature move of the Banisher Technique, was known for its unmatched power. Once unleashed, it was nearly impossible for anyone to block, and it had never failed to deliver its intended result.

Truce was certain his strike had hit Jeremiah, but he couldn’t understand how he had emerged without a scratch or blemish.

What kind of monstrous body did he have? Was Jeremiah some sort of demon in disguise?

“Tell me, how will you make up for the damage to my clothes?” Jeremiah asked again, his voice raised.

don’t believe you’re truly

staff and charged forward.

eyes turned icy, his previously gentle

enveloped him. His once- pale skin turned a deep,

transformed into sharp, deadly claws. Jeremiah had become a fearsome hybrid of man and beast in the blink of

lips curled into

blink, he vanished from sight and reappeared directly in front of Truce. His razor-sharp claws transformed into deadly blades as they aimed

Truce’s eyes widened in shock. He barely had

out as Jeremiah’s black claws slammed into the shadowsteel staff with explosive force and unleashed a terrifying

the impact, and his feet skidded backward uncontrollably. His hands, still gripping

transformation had boosted Jeremiah’s speed and strength. He could turn

he stared at the deep claw marks on his shadowsteel staff. His mind was a storm of

material far tougher than ordinary steel. He had been with his trusty

casual swipe, Jeremiah had left three claw marks, each nearly an inch deep, on his staff. Jeremiah’s claws were as

Jeremiah lashed out again. His claws sliced through the air with a series of deadly

had to raise his staff to defend. The impact was deafening. He was thrown back

the legendary shadowsteel staff,

you’re determined to fight me hand-to-hand. I’ll take you on.” Truce’s anger ignited when he looked

weapon aside and clenched his fists. Then, his body began to