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.

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

“Sounds great.” Dustin nodded.

their fight could endanger the bystanders. But if they limited themselves to just using the sword, there was no risk of

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

duel?” Kaden raised an eyebrow. He glanced at the guildmasters of the three major guilds. Seeing no objection, he finally

out a collective sigh of relief. If this had ended as a draw, it would’ve been unsatisfactory

focusing on just using the sword, was the

grabbed the Voidreaver sword from the ground and aimed its

and raised his Dragon

stood still for a second, then launched

physical strength. Their speed was nothing

and collided with each other in the

filled the air, accompanied by

were so fast that it was impossible to tell them apart. Even without internal energy, the sheer force of their strikes created ripples in the air like waves

chill run through them. It was as though standing too close might tear

fierce fighting, Dustin and

had torn

“Did he win?”

sword pierce Dustin’s shoulder

others were lamenting their loss.

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

sword mastery had outclassed

at the sword lodged in his chest, and his expression hardened with a swirl of complex emotions. He had always believed his