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.

We’ve fought this long, so there has to be a winner. How about a sword duel without using our internal energy? Let’s

“Sounds great.” Dustin nodded.

could endanger the bystanders. But if they limited themselves to just using the sword, there was no risk of

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

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

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 lose

sword, was

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

and raised his Dragon Sparrow

stood still for a second, then launched into

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

with each other

air, accompanied by

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

distance, felt a chill run through them. It

minutes of fierce fighting, Dustin

sharp tip had torn through his skin and muscle and was drawing

“Did he win?”

his sword pierce Dustin’s shoulder and

were lamenting their loss. But those watching Dustin’s

chest. With a slight push, it would be a fatal strike. To them,

the end, Dustin’s sword mastery

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