An Understated Dominance (Dustin Rhys)

“Haha… He won. Venerable Truce won!”

“At least he took that guy down. Venerable Truce is awesome!”

“Though he lost, he should feel honored for holding out against Venerable Truce for that long.”

The entire arena cheered as the spectators watched Jeremiah get slammed into the battle ring by Truce’s Vengeful Gaze. Dragonmarsh spectators jumped to their feet to give Truce a thunderous applause.

The first fight of the day was nothing short of electrifying. Both sides went all out as they traded blow for blow in a showdown that left the spectators on the edge of their seats. Their excitement reached a fever pitch.

This was what a martial artist’s duel should look like.

“Phew… Is it over?” Truce wiped the sweat from his brow and began to relax. The killing move had drained him, but it was worth it since he had defeated Jeremiah.

But just as the crowd’s cheers filled the air, the rubble in the center of the battle ring began to tremble. Small chunks of stones at the top slowly slid down and created a faint clatter.

“Hmm?” Truce frowned as a wave of unease washed over him.

In the next second, the pile of rubble exploded. A cloud of stone dust filled the air, and it rained down like a shower of ash.

black scales with eyes glowing red, emerged from the thick cloud of

once human, had transformed into slitted, beast-like pupils-crimson

an astonishing rate. By the time he emerged from the crater, he was fully healed. At that instant, his presence was even more

still alive?” Truce’s eyes widened in

his ultimate move that no

were stunned into silence, The cheers and applause abruptly stopped as

final strike -a blow as unstoppable as a mountain’s descent. Even the battle ring made from Abyssal stone had been blasted

that should have turned Jeremiah into a bloody smear. But he was unscathed. Just how terrifying

form. Impressive. But unfortunately, it’s still not enough.” Jeremiah sneered and bared

continued, “You’ve had your chance. Now, it’s

the words had even left his lips, he vanished into a blur. He moved so fast that even an ordinary martial artist could

someone yelled from

widened in alarm. He instinctively turned and threw a punch. But midway through, a deadly claw pierced through his

through his back and emerged from his chest, with blood trickling down the claw’s tip.

Truce’s body trembled as he went

claw impaling him. His mind went blank, but he could faintly see a pulsating red mass

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