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

transformed into slitted, beast-like pupils-crimson and filled with savage fury. He looked

step he took, the damaged scales and wounds on his body healed at an astonishing rate. By the time he emerged from the crater, he was

You’re still alive?” Truce’s eyes widened

just poured every ounce of his energy into that strike. It was his ultimate move

into silence, The cheers and applause abruptly stopped as everyone stared

as unstoppable as a mountain’s descent. Even the

should have turned Jeremiah into a bloody smear. But he

Impressive. But unfortunately, it’s still not enough.” Jeremiah sneered and bared his razor-sharp

had your chance. Now, it’s my

He moved so fast that even an ordinary martial

your back!! someone

in alarm. He instinctively turned and threw a punch. But midway through, a

emerged from his chest, with blood trickling down the claw’s tip. What began as

Truce’s body trembled as he went

disbelief as he looked down at the claw impaling him. His mind went blank, but he could faintly

realization struck him. He struggled to keep his