An Understated Dominance (Dustin Rhys)

“A draw?”

Kaden’s announcement sent the crowd into an uproar. This outcome was unexpected by many.

In martial arts, there was no room for a draw. Once the match started, someone had to come out on top, especially in this highly anticipated championship match. Otherwise, what was the point of fighting if no winner was declared?

And more importantly, what would happen to the bets without a winner? Would the bookmaker take all the wagers?

“Yes! A draw is fine,” Abigail exclaimed, practically jumping with joy.

She had only planned to take some handling fees to enjoy herself. Yet, she hadn’t expected this outcome at all. It seemed like fate was making her rich.

“I wonder if the two contestants are satisfied with this arrangement.” Kaden turned his gaze to Dustin and Glenn.

Both men had pushed themselves to their limits. Their energy reserves were drained; and they had no strength to continue.

The battle ring was destroyed, and the defense formation was shattered. There was no place left for a rematch. So, a draw was the only sensible choice.

“Do you have the strength to swing your sword again?” Glenn didn’t respond to Kaden but instead focused on Dustin.

“I’ve got one more move,” Dustin replied honestly.

That last strike, the Draconic Edge, had drained him of almost all his mystical pure energy. He only had enough

strength for one more move.

corner of his mouth. “It’s hard to accept that it ends here. We’ve fought this long, so there has to be a winner.

“Sounds great.” Dustin nodded.

their fight could endanger the bystanders. But if they limited themselves

fight. This time, we won’t use internal energy. We’re going to have a

Kaden raised an eyebrow. He glanced at the guildmasters of the three

nervous spectators finally let out a collective sigh of relief. If this had ended as a draw, it would’ve

the sword, was

Voidreaver sword from the

raised his Dragon

for a second, then launched into

test of physical strength. Their speed

collided with each other in

sound of metal clashing filled the air, accompanied

apart. Even without internal energy, the sheer force of their strikes created ripples in the

them. It was as though standing too close might

fierce fighting, Dustin

Dustin’s shoulder. The sharp tip had torn through his skin and muscle

“Did he win?”

behind Glenn saw his sword pierce Dustin’s shoulder

were celebrating, while others were lamenting their loss. But those watching

impaled, his sword had stabbed deep into Glenn’s chest. With a slight push, it would

sword mastery had outclassed

his expression hardened with a swirl of complex emotions. He had always believed