An Understated Dominance (Dustin Rhys)

The whole arena suddenly fell dead silent. Everyone stared blankly, and not a soul dared to breathe.

Alloy shot to his feet in the main spectator seats, and his face was tense with worry. Yet, he didn’t dare make a sound. He feared it might startle Glenn into making a mistake that could cost Fenley’s life.

After all, Fenley represented the future of the Celestial Alliance. Alloy had invested all his effort into Fenley, and he provided him with endless resources. If Fenley were to die in the match, it would deal a devastating blow to the entire guild.

While Alloy was gripped with worry, Cyrus and Penelope cheered silently. They secretly hoped Glenn’s sword would strike Fenley. If that happened, the Celestial Alliance would take at least a decade to regain its former glory.

Fenley’s body stiffened as he stared at the Fang Master hovering inches from him. A shiver ran through his spine as goosebumps prickled his skin. Sweat trickled down his face, and each drop hit the ground with a soft drip.

He knew he had already lost.

If Glenn wanted it, Fenley would be dead in an instant.

“Return to the case.”

After a few tense seconds, Glenn decided against delivering the final blow. With a flick of his sword finger, the Fang Master veered off, spinning once before returning to the sword case. The other eight divine swords followed suit and returned in unison.

In the blink of an eye, the battle ring, once charged with lethal intensity, sank into an eerie calm.

“You pushed me to use the Fang Master, so I’ll consider you a decent opponent. I hope you get stronger.” With that, Glenn turned and left the battle ring.

Fenley’s performance had exceeded his expectations. He thought three swords would be enough to decide the outcome. Instead, Fenley had held his ground through the seventh swords before finally succumbing. That kind of resilience had earned him a measure of respect from Glenn.

“Just a decent opponent?” Fenley stared at Glenn’s retreating figure. His body slumped in defeat as a bitter smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.

pushing himself to the edge and risking everything in one desperate gamble. He thought

what did he have to show for it? He hadn’t even come close

the entire time. He won the match with just a few flicks of his sword

between them wasn’t small- it

cut above the rest. But standing before Glenn, that confidence crumbled. What once felt like

matter how far

dejectedly walked off the battle ring and

would only add to his

third place meant nothing to him now. If he couldn’t get first place, nothing else was

Glenn Hadley on his victory!”

spectators erupted into

fans, though disappointed, still clapped respectfully. They knew Fenley had given everything he had into the fight and

simply too wide. Though it stung, losing

you have to say now?” Cyrus

Alloy.

Now that Cyrus had won, he naturally had to

a fine disciple, and I lost the bet.” Alloy took a deep breath. ” A bet is a bet. I’ll keep my word

that, he turned and left. Fenley had been defeated,

all those years of rivalry, he finally settled a score

of break, the second semifinal match

entered the ring and announced, ” The second match

and

ring.”