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,

“Sounds great.” Dustin nodded.

could endanger the bystanders. But if they

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

the guildmasters of the three major guilds.

spectators finally let out a collective sigh of relief. If this had ended as a draw, it would’ve been unsatisfactory to everyone.. Even the bettors would

was

drawing my sword!” Glenn grabbed the Voidreaver sword from the

said nothing and raised

still for

internal energy, it was just a raw test of physical

collided with each other in

filled the air, accompanied by sparks flying in every

internal

a distance, felt a chill run through them. It was as though standing too close might tear them

several minutes of fierce fighting, Dustin

tip had torn through his skin and muscle and was

“Did he win?”

saw his sword pierce Dustin’s shoulder and assumed he had

the bettors were celebrating, while others were lamenting their loss.

deep into Glenn’s chest. With a slight push, it

end, Dustin’s sword mastery

chest, and his expression hardened with a swirl of complex emotions. He had always believed his sword mastery was unparalleled, but he never expected