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.

a scornful smile. Without a

Jude scoffed and shook his

an explosive sound reverberating through the venue,

Where are you hitting? I’m right here.” Jude’s taunting voice echoed from

in on the sound without looking back and launched another palm strike. A white palm shadow shot forward that covered 30 feet, but Jude’s figure blurred again as

tire yourself out before you even touch a hair on my head,”

he was on the left, the next on

executing his Spectral Sprint. No matter how Dalen launched his attacks or chased him down, he couldn’t even touch the hem of Jude’s clothes. Jude was toying with him like a cat playing with a

the Legendary List, his Spectral Sprint Arts

the same league. Even if Jude doesn’t throw a single punch, his

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

the spectators watched Dalen being led around like a dog, whispers erupted among

his opponent, and the match outcome was a foregone conclusion.

If it keeps going like this, he’s bound to lose.” Ruby frowned

hit nothing but air and failed to hurt Jude. His efforts were utterly

he is strong, he still falls short compared to the beasts on the

were undoubtedly geniuses, but there had been a wide gap in skill even among them. The masters on the Legendary List were in a league of their own, while the rest

“Hurry up! Faster.