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

me down?” Abigail smirked. She discarded the

of the Ninth Grand Sorceress. Simply put, she had mastered every weapon

sword?” Dustin raised

give it a try?” She flicked her longsword with a sharp motion. In the blink of an eye, she closed the distance with

sharp, and from an angle

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

Dustin raised an eyebrow,

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

of practice. She either had an extraordinary

think further, her sword was already upon him. He reacted instinctively and mirrored her move

the point of impact. The force wasn’t overwhelming, but it had a sharpness that set his nerves on

two swords were aligned in a perfect horizontal line and locked in a silent battle of

a violent force pushed against one another. The energy surged like two armies

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

firm,

still lacking compared to Dustin’s. In this battle of internal energy, it was clear she was

longer. With a quick flick of her wrist, she broke the lock between their swords. She swiftly withdrew and stepped

Dustin took his chance. Without hesitation, he thrust forward and aimed straight for the golden armor on

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

through his sword, but Dustin let it carry him forward. He used the momentum to spin and let it