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

his staff and charged forward. A radiant golden light surrounded him

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

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

a fearsome hybrid of man and beast in the blink

human.” Jeremiah’s lips curled into

he vanished from sight and reappeared directly in front of Truce. His razor-sharp claws transformed into deadly blades as they aimed toward Truce’s chest

widened in shock. He barely had time to react and

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

body jolted from the impact, and his feet skidded backward uncontrollably. His hands, still gripping the

strength. He could turn a casual

he stared at the deep claw marks

shadowsteel, a material far tougher than ordinary steel. He had been with his trusty

each nearly an inch

react, Jeremiah lashed out again. His claws sliced through the air with a series of deadly

was deafening. He was thrown

gasped in disbelief. A single swipe had broken the legendary

take you on.” Truce’s anger ignited when he looked at the broken staff in his

aside and clenched his fists. Then, his body