An Understated Dominance (Dustin Rhys)

Compared to the second green sword, Glenn’s third sword was even more powerful. As it descended, accompanied by the fury of a fire dragon, it carried the destructive force of a world-shattering storm.

Fenley, whose energy flow was disrupted earlier, watched the fiery red long sword streak toward like a falling meteor. His heart raced and was gripped by a sudden sense of impending doom.

With a roar, he risked the backlash effect and unleashed a powerful surge of internal energy. The ethereal divine spirit behind him instantly transformed into a figure with three heads and six arms. This was the complete form of the Four Elements of God’s Technique.

At that instant, he threw everything he had into the fight. He controlled the spirit to slam its giant arms into the flaming sword.

With a loud explosion, the sword tore through the spirit’s palms and continued its unyielding path toward Fenley. But its speed had slowed slightly.

Without hesitation, he controlled the spirit to strike again with its other two arms. He hoped to stop the sword’s advance, but like earlier, a hole was blasted through the spirit’s palms when they touched the flaming sword.

Still, the sword’s momentum didn’t stop and continued forward, though its speed had dropped again.

“Hold it back!” Fenley roared as he controlled the spirit’s remaining arms to slam hard on the flaming sword.

A third explosion echoed as the energy rippled outward. He finally managed to pin down the terrifying flaming sword. But it trembled violently, and its flames roared as they burned the surrounding internal energy.

Sweat poured down Fenley’s face, and he gritted his teeth as he pressed both hands down with all his might. He channeled every last ounce of internal energy to pin the sword and wouldn’t dare to relax for even a moment.

This flaming sword was even more terrifying. Its destructive power was far greater than the combined might of the first two swords. As expected, defeating Glenn was no easy feat.

After several tense seconds, the sword’s fiery glow finally faded. It fell from the air and embedded itself deep into the battle ring with only the hilt left visible. The sheer sharpness of the

sword was unmistakable.

Taking Glenn’s three strikes had drained him more

his ultimate moves. Otherwise, there was no way those blows could’ve been

my three strikes.” Glenn’s expression remained stoic, but a flicker of

of his previous opponents had crumpled after a single blow. None had forced him

Fenley had held his ground for three. It was unexpected, but

turn now?” Fenley took a deep breath and quickly calmed his chaotic internal

dismissive smirk. “You think you understand the world, but you’re just a

hand and slapped the side of the sword case. The case clicked open and revealed six swords inside. Each was unique-long and short-but all gleamed with

with golden markings

“Shadowedge!”

“Earthshaper!”

“Fang Master!”

“Elderflame!”

“Voidreaver!”

ground. Blacknight, Green Fang, and Red Tempest-the first three swords he had used earlier-responded to his command and shot into the air to

breath, nine swords hovered above Fenley like mountains bearing down on him. He could

widened in disbelief as he felt the weight of each divine sword pressing down

his sword case. And each

to withstand Glenn’s first three swords. So, how could he possibly face six more of these divine swords? Could he

battered his spirit. He had assumed that the three swords were all Glenn had, but now