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.

accept that it ends here. We’ve fought this long, so there has to be a winner. How about a sword duel without using our

“Sounds great.” Dustin nodded.

bystanders. But if they limited themselves to just

we won’t use internal energy. We’re going to

duel?” Kaden raised an eyebrow. He glanced at the guildmasters of the three major guilds. Seeing no objection, he finally responded,

had ended as a draw, it would’ve been

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

sword from the ground

said nothing and raised

stood still for

it was just a raw test of physical strength.

with each other in the

the air,

tell them apart. Even without internal energy, the sheer force of their

a chill run through them. It was as though standing too close might tear them

fierce fighting,

had torn through his

“Did he win?”

spectator behind Glenn saw his sword pierce Dustin’s shoulder

of the bettors were celebrating, while others were lamenting

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

end, Dustin’s sword

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 by Dustin in