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.

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

“Sounds great.” Dustin nodded.

and defense formation, their fight could endanger the bystanders. But if they limited themselves to just

fight. This time, we won’t use internal

guildmasters of the three major guilds. Seeing no objection, he finally

relief. If this had ended as

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

I’m drawing my sword!” Glenn grabbed the Voidreaver sword from the ground and aimed its

said nothing and raised his Dragon

stood still for

it was just a raw test of physical strength. Their speed was nothing short of terrifying. They blurred

collided with

air, accompanied by sparks flying in

tell them apart. Even without internal energy, the sheer

watching from a distance, felt a chill run through them.

of fierce fighting, Dustin and Glenn

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

“Did he win?”

Glenn saw his sword pierce Dustin’s shoulder

bettors were celebrating, while others were lamenting their

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

Dustin’s sword mastery had

at the 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