An Understated Dominance (Dustin Rhys)

“The masters on the Legendary List are undoubtedly formidable. But it’s not our style to give up without a fight at the Shadow Citadel. Given my responsibilities, I must take this chance. I hope you can understand, Jude.” Dalen remained composed with a faint smile on his face.

“Since you’re so full of yourself, bring it on. I’m eager to see what you’ve got.” Jude stood with his hands clasped behind his back. His posture looked arrogant, almost as if he were taunting Dalen to attack.

He wouldn’t be so dismissive if he were facing a strong opponent. But when it came to an unknown rookie, Jude didn’t see any reason to be concerned since it would only cost him a little of his time.

“Please forgive me,” Dalen said casually. He clasped his hands before lunging forward with a palm strike toward Jude.

Though the strike looked deceptively slow, it was actually astonishingly fast. The chill in the air arrived before his hand did.

As the palm wind swept by, the surface of the battle ring frosted over instantly. This was the Shadow Citadel’s signature technique, the Glacial Strike.

Rumor had it that this technique carried immense power and intense cold. Those struck by the palm wind risked becoming frozen and immobile or, in severe cases, losing their life on the spot.

Dalen used his signature move right from the start, which showed that he regarded Jude as a formidable opponent. He couldn’t afford to hold back when facing a master from the Legendary List because a moment’s hesitation could lead to his defeat.

The Glacial Strike rushed in with a gust of icy wind and slammed into Jude’s chest. Instead of reacting with surprise, Dalen frowned and quickly shifted to a defensive stance.

In the next moment, the figure he had struck vanished. Dalen realized he hadn’t hit Jude’s real body but only an illusory image.

“You are too slow. You can’t even touch me.” A mocking voice taunted from behind him.

his hands behind his back and a scornful smile. Without a word, Dalen

shook his head. To him,

explosive sound reverberating through the venue, highlighting the force behind

right here.” Jude’s taunting voice echoed from

and launched another palm strike. A white palm shadow shot forward that covered 30 feet, but Jude’s figure blurred again as if he had never

out before you even touch a hair on my

darted back and forth across the battle ring. One moment, he was on

Spectral Sprint. No matter how Dalen launched his attacks or chased him down, he

the Legendary List, his Spectral Sprint Arts

Even if Jude doesn’t throw a single punch, his agility alone is enough

humiliating to be played with like this. If it were me, I would have surrendered

watched Dalen being led around like a dog, whispers erupted

and the match outcome was a foregone conclusion. Whenever Jude grew tired of the game, that would

a tough spot. If it keeps going

nothing but air and failed to hurt Jude. His

is strong, he still falls short compared to the beasts

been a wide gap in skill even among them. The masters on the Legendary List were in a

“Hurry up! Faster.