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 truly

With a fierce growl, he swung his staff and charged forward. A radiant golden light surrounded him like a mythical dragon

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

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

a fearsome hybrid of man and beast

Jeremiah’s lips curled

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

he’s fast.” Truce’s eyes widened in shock. He barely had

into the

uncontrollably. His hands, still gripping the staff, experienced

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

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

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

casual swipe, Jeremiah had left three claw marks, each nearly an inch deep, on his staff. Jeremiah’s claws were as sharp

Truce could react, Jeremiah lashed out again. His claws sliced through the air

was deafening. He was thrown back several feet, and his shadowsteel staff cracked under the pressure and snapped

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

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

tossed the shattered weapon aside and clenched his fists. Then, his body began to