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

he swung his staff and charged forward. A

life.” Jeremiah’s eyes turned icy, his previously gentle demeanor replaced by a

skin turned a deep, ominous black as black

had become a fearsome hybrid

curled

vanished from sight and reappeared directly in front of Truce. His razor-sharp

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

claws slammed into the shadowsteel

jolted from the impact, and his feet skidded backward uncontrollably. His hands, still gripping the staff, experienced a brief but

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

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

steel. He had been with his

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

react, Jeremiah lashed out again. His claws

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

the legendary

If you’re determined to fight me hand-to-hand. I’ll take you on.” Truce’s anger

fists. Then, his