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

crap! Kendricks is going all

feels like it’s

the ten famous swords in the world. It was broken by a mysterious elder and sealed away. I can’t believe it ended

he’s like supercharging

spectators couldn’t help but feel a chill as

swordsmen couldn’t even draw the blade.

seemed unfazed, which showed he had completely mastered the

forced me to draw the Demonblade. Consider it an honor to die by

slash. But the moment the

plunge into darkness. The inky blackness seemed ready to consume everything in its path. Wherever

acted without hesitation and

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

Abyssal

weapons. But no matter how she attacked or defended, her poison darts disintegrated

attack, she shouted desperately, “I concede! I

said that, a bolt of blue lightning struck down from the sky and hit the dark blade aura. The explosion