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.”

my sword is drawn, it won’t stop until it draws blood. Once we begin, I won’t hold back, so think

if it were anyone

here, I’m ready. Draw your sword, and let’s see whose skills shine more.” Emeret slowly unsheathed his

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

won’t hold back.” Glenn skipped the small

beam of sword aura toward Emeret’s chest. The attack was lightning-fast and was nearly impossible to

a grandmaster master artist had fallen to the same

in, and he swung his sword down in a vertical

quick, but Emeret reacted even quicker. This exchange was just a test, and

He raised his right hand and flicked

through the air. Each carried immense force that aimed straight

silver sword moved in a blur as he unleashed a dazzling

and he shattered all three sword auras. His movements were precise, decisive,

grinned. “Show me what you’ve

finish, Glenn raised his

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

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

breathe. It felt like a great weight was