An Understated Dominance (Dustin Rhys)

Jeremiah exuded a whole new intensity after transforming into a demon. Blood energy coiled around him, and his face twisted into a menacing snarl. Yet, his eyes remained as cold as ice and devoid of emotion.

He loomed above the masses like a god looking down upon mortals; his presence was indescribable.

Even from a distance, the spectators felt the crushing pressure deep within their souls. The sensation was so overwhelming that many couldn’t suppress the urge to worship him.

“You’ve managed to force me into my third form… that’s quite an achievement.” As Jeremiah transformed into his demon form, his voice grew hoarse and deep.

He slowly raised a finger and pointed at Dustin. What had once been a blade transformed into a withered, sharp claw. His crimson eyes locked onto Dustin and sized him up as if he were nothing more than an ant.

“You look intimidating, but I’m curious about how you fight.” Dustin scrutinized him impassively. He had faced many fearsome opponents and would fight without hesitation, whether it was a fake demon or a real one.

“You will soon understand the consequences of angering me.” Jeremiah smiled menacingly.

“Really? Then, stop the chatter and come at me.” Dustin beckoned him forward with a finger.

“This time, I’ll send you straight to hell. “Jeremiah’s eyes flared with malice. With a blur, he disappeared from sight.

When he reappeared, he was right in front of Dustin. His claws slashed forward with blinding speed, which left a chilling shimmer in their wake.

“He’s fast!” the spectators gasped in shock.

teleportation. The spectators could

reacted just as quickly. With

the venue. Energy rippled outward and was accompanied by the roar of a fierce

the impact, and each step left deep

“Hmm?”

and stared at

Jeremiah to be this powerful after his transformation.

reevaluated Dustin’s

his third form while maintaining his ground demonstrated his exceptional resilience. It was clear that

lunged at each other again and

evenly matched, the match’s outcome hinged on speed, defense, reflexes, recovery, and skill. Many factors would decide the victor, and strength was only

as their bodies intersected and collided without stopping. Each punch and kick carried terrifying strength

combat radiated outward with immense force. As they spread, it felt like an avalanche or a tidal wave. The sheer power

the protective shield to surround the battle ring to prevent spectators from

discern that Dustin and Jeremiah had reached the level of

more ferocious than typical grandmaster bouts. A single misstep could result in significant casualties, so even Oron had to proceed

Dustin to stand toe-to- toe with that

he should make it