An Understated Dominance (Dustin Rhys)

The lack of strict rules at Sacred Wrym Summit allowed Abigail to set up betting pools.

Caleb couldn’t resist the urge to play a few rounds out of curiosity. He initially had some luck and racked up a decent win. But the tide turned, and he lost everything he had won.

With the excitement and adrenaline pumping, he had nothing else to wager, so he bet with the Divine Talisman. From that moment on, it spiraled out of control.

It wasn’t until he lost dozens of talismans that he finally realized he was over his head and decided to give up. Hence, the talismans in Azalea’s possession were a result of his reckless gambling.

“Where did you get a Divine Talisman? “Kendricks frowned as his expression darkened.

The Divine Talisman was a hallmark of Sacred Wyrm Summit, and the lightning talisman she had used earlier was particularly rare. Kendricks found it absurd that a disciple from the Mystic Arts Order would possess the talismans.

“Heh… it’s a secret.” Azalea grinned.

Before the match, Abigail had given her three Divine Talismans. Azalea had already used one with impressive results. If she played her cards right with the other two, there might still be a glimmer of hope to win the match.

“Hmph! Do you think you can defeat me with the Divine Talisman? Dream on.” Kendricks tossed his golden saber to the ground, where it sank deep into the battle ring and left the hilt sticking up. He then slowly unsheathed a black blade from his back.

It was a broken sword, entirely black and seemingly unremarkable. Yet the moment he unsheathed it, his entire demeanor changed dramatically. He exuded a chilling intensity, fierce and filled with commanding power.

Then, a swirling black mist appeared, and he looked like a demon who emerged from the

crap! Kendricks is going

looks strange. It feels like

that must be the legendary Demonblade, which was once the top of the ten famous swords in the world. It was broken by a mysterious elder and sealed away. I can’t believe it ended up in Kendricks’ hands.

like supercharging a beast. That Mystic Arts Order disciple doesn’t

help but feel a chill as they watched

even more difficult. Most swordsmen couldn’t even draw the blade. Even if they managed to do so, the demonic energy within

unfazed, which showed he had completely

an honor to die by

a single, fluid motion, he swung the Demonblade in a simple and unembellished slash. But the moment the

the world seemed to plunge into darkness. The inky blackness seemed ready to consume everything in its path. Wherever it swept through, the ground withered, and the air felt thick and heavy. Though silent,

without hesitation and

and radiated a fierce crimson light. It formed a towering wall between

the towering wall and shattered the Abyssal Parasol. The defensive divine

while frantically unleashing a barrage of hidden weapons. But no matter how she attacked or defended, her poison darts disintegrated when they touched the dark blade

way to evade or block the attack, she shouted desperately, “I

down from the sky and