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

a fierce growl, he swung his staff and charged forward. A radiant

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

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

human fingers transformed into sharp, deadly claws. Jeremiah had become a

lips curled into

His razor-sharp claws

had time to react and instinctively raised his staff to

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

and his feet skidded backward uncontrollably. His

He could turn a

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

been with his trusty weapon for over a decade, and nothing had ever left

with a casual swipe, Jeremiah had left three claw marks, each nearly an

claws sliced through the air with a series of

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

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

the shattered weapon aside and clenched his fists. Then, his body began to glow with golden