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.

We’ve fought this long, so there has to be a winner. How about a sword duel without using our internal energy? Let’s

“Sounds great.” Dustin nodded.

could endanger the bystanders. But if they limited themselves to just using the sword, there

won’t use internal

glanced at the guildmasters of the three major

relief. If this had ended as a draw, it would’ve been unsatisfactory to everyone..

was the

Voidreaver sword from the ground

nothing and raised his

still for a second, then

physical strength. Their speed was nothing short of

and collided with

the air, accompanied by sparks flying in every

them apart. Even without internal

chill run through them. It was as though standing

several minutes of fierce fighting,

sharp tip had torn through his skin and

“Did he win?”

sword pierce Dustin’s shoulder

while others were lamenting their loss. But those

had stabbed deep into Glenn’s chest. With a slight push, it would be a fatal strike. To them, it was clear- Glenn hadn’t won. Dustin

end, Dustin’s sword mastery

sword lodged in his chest, and his expression hardened with a swirl of complex emotions. He had always believed his sword mastery was unparalleled, but he never expected to be defeated by Dustin