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

anger flared. With a fierce growl, he swung his staff and charged forward.

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

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

had become a fearsome hybrid of man and

lips curled into a

sight and reappeared directly in front of Truce. His

he’s fast.” Truce’s eyes widened in shock. He barely had time to react and instinctively raised his staff to

out as Jeremiah’s black claws slammed into the shadowsteel staff with explosive force and unleashed

feet skidded backward uncontrollably. His hands,

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

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

made of shadowsteel, a material far tougher than ordinary steel. He had been with his trusty weapon for over a decade, and

left three claw marks, each nearly an inch deep, on his staff.

claws sliced through the

had no time to dodge and had to raise his staff to defend. The impact was deafening. He was thrown back several feet, and his shadowsteel staff cracked under the pressure and

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

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

fists. Then, his body began to glow with