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.

“It’s hard to accept that it ends here. We’ve fought this long,

“Sounds great.” Dustin nodded.

fight could endanger the bystanders. But if

continue to fight. This time, we won’t use internal

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

of relief. If this had ended as a

just using the sword, was the perfect solution-fair, safe, and

grabbed the Voidreaver sword from the ground

and raised his Dragon

still for a second, then

physical strength. Their speed was nothing short

of motion and collided with each other in

air, accompanied by sparks

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

a chill run through them. It was

fierce fighting, Dustin and Glenn suddenly

had pierced Dustin’s shoulder. The sharp tip had torn through his

“Did he win?”

saw his sword pierce

were celebrating, while others were lamenting their

sword had stabbed deep into Glenn’s chest. With a slight push, it would be a fatal strike. To them, it was

Dustin’s sword

with a swirl of complex emotions. He had always believed his sword mastery was unparalleled,