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.

the blood from the corner of his mouth. “It’s hard to accept that it ends here. We’ve fought this long, so there has to

“Sounds great.” Dustin nodded.

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

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

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

arrangement, focusing on just using the sword, was the perfect solution-fair, safe, and with

ready. I’m drawing my sword!” Glenn grabbed the Voidreaver sword

nothing and raised his

still for

physical strength. Their speed was

and collided with each other in the

metal clashing filled the air, accompanied by sparks flying

movements 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 of

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

minutes of fierce fighting,

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

“Did he win?”

pierce Dustin’s

while others were lamenting their loss. But those watching Dustin’s side saw

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

end, Dustin’s sword mastery had

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