An Understated Dominance (Dustin Rhys)

“Who the heck is this kid?” Oron glanced at his trembling hands and felt a chill run down his spine. He failed to gain the upper hand in the earlier clash with Dustin and suffered an unexpected setback.

He was already an ultimate grandmaster, with a cultivation and mastery of the Glow Incantation that surpassed Caleb’s. By all accounts, subduing a younger opponent should have been a piece of cake.

But that exchange just now had brought him to a stark realization- Dustin had been holding back this whole time and hadn’t used his full strength. Otherwise, Caleb wouldn’t have lasted this long.

The realization unsettled Oron. There were always extraordinary talents out there, but the potential Dustin had displayed was genuinely terrifying. To

put it plainly, he was a beast on the same level as Glenn.

“What happened? Why did the judge step in?”

“Can’t you see? Caleb has already lost. If the judge hadn’t stepped in, that sword would have killed him or left him severely injured.”

“Exactly! It would be a pity to see the most talented disciple of Sacred Wyrm Summit die here.”

“I thought Caleb would win, but Dustin changed the outcome with just one sword strike. It’s terrifying.”

The unexpected turn of events sent the spectators buzzing with chatter.

Whether it was Caleb’s Eight Trigrams of Divine Talisman being countered or Oron intervening to stop the match, everything had unfolded in the blink of an eye. The fight was already over when

grasped what had

Marshall. What do you have to say now? You looked pretty smug a moment ago.” Cyrus shot Alloy a sidelong

with a retort. He never expected that Dustin would still be able to draw his sword even with the full power of

the formation and countered the talisman with a single strike, which decisively determined the match’s outcome.

dawned on Alloy why Seth had chosen

just now,” Dustin said, sheating the Celestial

his battle with Caleb, he had consistently held back and had no intention of delivering a lethal strike. However, he had to unleash his full strength when it was time to break the

right moment. Otherwise, considering Caleb’s earlier state, he might not have been able

in our strength until now. I lost, and I

of looking defeated, he appeared energized, and his eyes aflame with determination. Although he claimed to be indifferent to fame and glory, a deep-rooted pride resided

easily and tackled every challenge- cultivation, self-discipline, or resilience-without breaking a sweat. Plus, he outperformed every disciple of

others in the guild spent three years making small strides and a decade to master

those so-called gifted disciples would achieve after ten years

the Sacred Wrym Summit,

hard. He approached everything half- heartedly, yet his

against it. However, the rapid pace of his progress had its drawbacks. Without experiencing any

of cultivation seemed absurdly simple-just eat, drink, sleep, and breakthroughs would

him out of his complacency. Caleb understood he wasn’t the

found himself with a clear goal and a renewed sense of purpose. The long-dormant fire of passion and ambition reignited within