An Understated Dominance (Dustin Rhys)

With a resounding bang, the golden light erupted with a burst of terrifying energy wave. In an instant, the earth trembled, and fierce winds whipped through the air.

Dustin and his sword were sent flying several yards. After landing, he stumbled back several steps before finally steadying himself.

He looked up and saw that Abigail’s body was now covered in a layer of golden armor, though he couldn’t tell when it had happened. The armor glowed brightly, and it made her look imposing and striking.

It was clearly a divine artifact.

The Mystic Arts Order had been around for centuries, with deep roots and

countless treasures. As the Grand Sorceress, Abigail would obviously have several divine artifacts for protection.

Dustin wasn’t surprised, but the armor’s counterforce caught him off guard. Not only did it protect her, but it also had offensive capabilities.

When his sword struck the armor earlier, the blow didn’t leave a scratch. Instead, the armor absorbed the hit and sent the force back at him. It had a built -in retaliation feature. The more damage it took, the stronger the counterattack.

“Bet you didn’t see this coming, huh? I also have mystic armor.” Abigail smiled. “And this one has a special feature-no matter how you hit it, it will bounce your strike right back. The harder you strike, the stronger the backlash.”

“Yeah, I noticed it.” Dustin nodded and changed the subject. “Though the armor might be useful, it’s just an inanimate object. It’s not foolproof. Don’t let it give you a false sense of security. Overconfidence could be your downfall.”

As a martial artist, real strength came from within. Gears were just embellishments, and one shouldn’t develop a mindset of dependence on them.

Otherwise, it would hinder personal growth and leave a person vulnerable to others taking advantage of their weaknesses.

meant as

smirked. She discarded the broadsword

memories of the Ninth Grand Sorceress. Simply put, she had

can use a sword?”

sharp motion. In the blink of

and from an angle that made it

made it nearly impossible to predict. Without a decade of intense training, no

raised an eyebrow,

single move. With his keen eyes, he could tell right away that

the result of just a few years of practice. She either had an extraordinary natural talent for the sword, or her Phoenix bloodline

upon him. He reacted instinctively and mirrored her move with a horizontal thrust. Their swords met in perfect

a flash of light rippled outward from the point of impact. The force wasn’t overwhelming,

in a perfect horizontal line and

grandmasters’ internal energy clashed through the swords, and a violent force pushed against one another. The energy surged like two armies

Sweat began to bead on her forehead, and the hand gripping the

Dustin stood firm, and he

artifacts and her supreme powers were extraordinary, her cultivation was still lacking compared to Dustin’s. In this battle of internal energy, it

quick flick of her wrist, she broke the lock between their swords. She

Dustin took his chance. Without hesitation, he thrust forward and

as it absorbed the blow

through his sword, but Dustin let it carry him forward. He used the momentum to spin and let it propel his next move. He lunged forward again and drove his sword into the golden