An Understated Dominance (Dustin Rhys)

Emeret stood in the battle ring with a sword in his hand. A faint smile crossed his face as he looked at Glenn. “I didn’t expect us to face each other so soon. It seems we can’t avoid this match.”

Glenn might have been the genius everyone raved about, but Emeret wasn’t one to be underestimated. He had always kept a low profile, avoiding the spotlight and focusing on his training in silence.

Emeret didn’t enter the Combat Tournament for recognition. Instead, he wanted to test his strength. He knew training in isolation wouldn’t help him improve, so he needed to challenge the best to test his abilities.

“You can’t defeat me. Just surrender,” Glenn said coldly. He didn’t want to go all out against someone from the same guild.

“How can you tell who’s better without a fight?” Emeret continued to smile. ” Glenn, I joined the Sword Union a few years before you. You might be the Chosen One, but don’t underestimate me. Defeating me won’t be as easy as you think.”

“You’re not on my level. Save your strength,” Glenn said impassively.

With his keen eye, he could tell Emeret had reached the level of a developed grandmaster. It was enough for him to establish his own guild and dominate territory, but he still fell short of being Glenn’s equal.

“Skill level isn’t everything. As the Sword Union disciple, we often take down opponents who are stronger than us.” Emeret exhibited a balanced mindset that was neither boastful nor impatient.

Glenn raised an eyebrow, and his expression turned icy. “What? Are you really comparing me to those losers?”

“Of course not.” Emeret smiled and shook his head. “You’re the number one expert on the Legendary List, and I respect that. Just remember, there’s always someone stronger. Never underestimate your opponent.”

draws blood. Once we begin, I won’t hold back, so think carefully,” Glenn

the small talk and go straight for the kill if it were anyone else. But Emeret was his

your sword, and let’s see whose skills shine more.” Emeret slowly unsheathed his

polished silver. Its edge was razor-sharp and gleamed in the sunlight. It

Glenn skipped the

and released a deadly beam of sword aura toward Emeret’s

a grandmaster master artist had fallen to the

eyebrow. Instinct kicked in, and he swung his sword down in a vertical strike. His

been quick, but Emeret reacted even quicker. This exchange was just a test, and neither had gained

backing down. He raised his right hand

sword aura shot through the air. Each carried immense force that aimed straight at Emeret’s head and body.

moved in a blur as he

were precise, decisive, and fluid. It was impressive to achieve this

what you’ve really got, Glenn. These attacks

his hand and

by a loud explosion, a giant golden sword materialized in the sky. It was about 33 feet long and 10 feet wide, looming overhead like

battle ring trembled as it came crashing down from the sky, and a

breathe. It felt like a great weight was