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

fierce growl, he swung his staff and charged forward. A radiant golden light surrounded

Jeremiah’s eyes turned icy, his previously gentle demeanor replaced by a fierce,

pale skin turned a deep, ominous

into sharp, deadly claws. Jeremiah had become a fearsome

curled into

Truce. His razor-sharp

barely had time to react and instinctively raised his staff

slammed into the

and his feet skidded backward uncontrollably. His hands, still gripping the staff, experienced a

and strength. He could turn a casual

claw marks on his shadowsteel staff.

of shadowsteel, a material far tougher than ordinary steel. He had been with his trusty weapon for over a decade, and nothing had ever left a scratch

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

His claws sliced through the air

his staff to defend. The impact was deafening. He was

legendary

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

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