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.

words were meant

She

inherited the memories of the Ninth Grand

use a sword?” Dustin

sharp motion. In the blink of an eye, she closed the distance with

came fast, sharp, and from an angle that

had subtle variations that made it nearly impossible to predict. Without

raised an

With his

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

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

of impact. The

perfect horizontal line and locked in

against one another. The energy surged like two armies in a fierce battle. Waves of light exploded from

bead on her forehead, and the hand gripping the sword started to

contrast, Dustin stood firm, and he looked

cultivation was still

of her wrist,

chance. Without hesitation, he thrust forward and aimed straight for the

armor rang with a sharp clang as it absorbed the blow and

but Dustin let it carry him forward. He used the momentum to spin and let it propel his next move. He lunged