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.

believe you’re truly

staff and charged forward. A radiant golden

refuse to compensate, you’ll pay with your life.” Jeremiah’s eyes

energy surged from his body and quickly enveloped him. His once- pale skin turned a deep, ominous black as black scales erupted from beneath. It

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

Jeremiah’s lips curled into

directly in front of Truce. His razor-sharp claws transformed

widened in shock. He barely had time to react and instinctively raised his staff

metallic crash rang out as Jeremiah’s black claws slammed into the shadowsteel

uncontrollably. His hands, still gripping the staff, experienced

Jeremiah’s speed and strength. He could turn a casual strike into a

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

than ordinary steel. He had been with his trusty weapon for over a decade, and nothing

marks, each nearly an inch deep, on his staff. Jeremiah’s claws were as

out again. His claws

to defend. The impact was deafening. He was thrown back several feet, and his shadowsteel staff cracked under the pressure

spectators gasped in disbelief. A single swipe had broken the legendary shadowsteel staff, and

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

fists. Then, his body