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.

him vanished. Then, a swirling black mist appeared, and he looked like a

is going

blade he’s holding looks strange. It feels like it’s been

Demonblade, which was once the top of the ten famous swords in the world. It was broken by a

like supercharging a beast. That Mystic Arts Order

feel a chill as they watched

it was even more difficult. Most swordsmen couldn’t even draw the blade. Even if they managed

had completely mastered

die by its edge.” As the words left his lips, he unsheathed

and unembellished slash. But the moment the blade moved, a

seemed to plunge into darkness. The inky blackness seemed ready to consume everything in its path. Wherever it swept through, the ground withered, and

without hesitation and

once-dim parasol soared into the air and radiated a fierce crimson light. It formed a towering

dark blade aura pierced through the towering wall and shattered the Abyssal Parasol.

frantically unleashing a barrage of hidden weapons. But no matter how she attacked

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

from the sky and hit the dark blade aura. The explosion echoed as the