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

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

you refuse to compensate, you’ll pay with your life.” Jeremiah’s eyes turned icy, his previously gentle demeanor replaced by a fierce,

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 covered his body from the neck

into sharp, deadly claws. Jeremiah had become a

human.” Jeremiah’s lips curled into a

in front of Truce. His razor-sharp claws transformed into deadly

Truce’s eyes widened in shock. He barely had time to react

Jeremiah’s black claws slammed into the shadowsteel

backward uncontrollably. His hands, still gripping the

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

as he stared at the deep claw marks on his shadowsteel staff. His

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

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

out again. His claws sliced through the air with a series

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

had broken the legendary shadowsteel staff, and they wondered what kind of monster

on.” Truce’s anger ignited when he looked at the broken staff

his fists. Then, his body began to glow