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.

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 be

“Sounds great.” Dustin nodded.

endanger the bystanders. But if they limited themselves to

won’t use internal energy. We’re

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

spectators finally let out a collective sigh of relief. If this had ended as

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

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

nothing and raised his

two men stood still for a second, then launched

just a raw test of physical

and collided with

clashing filled the air, accompanied by sparks

them apart. Even without internal energy, the

from a distance, felt a chill run through them. It was

minutes of fierce fighting, Dustin and Glenn suddenly

The sharp tip had torn through his skin

“Did he win?”

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

the bettors were celebrating, 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

end, Dustin’s sword mastery had outclassed

his chest, and his expression hardened with a swirl of complex emotions. He had