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

his staff and charged forward. A radiant golden light surrounded

pay with your life.” Jeremiah’s eyes turned icy, his previously gentle demeanor replaced

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

a fearsome hybrid of man and beast in the

Jeremiah’s lips curled into a menacing

front of Truce. His razor-sharp claws transformed into deadly blades as they aimed toward Truce’s chest and

shock. He barely had time to react and

claws slammed into the shadowsteel staff with explosive force

and his feet skidded backward uncontrollably. His hands, still

Jeremiah’s speed and strength. He could turn a

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

ordinary steel. He had been with his trusty weapon for over a decade, and nothing

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

Jeremiah lashed out again. His claws sliced through the

defend. The impact was deafening.

spectators gasped in disbelief. A single swipe had broken the legendary shadowsteel staff, and they wondered what kind of monster Jeremiah

Truce’s anger ignited when he looked at the broken staff in his

weapon aside and clenched his fists. Then, his body