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.

fought this long, so there has to be a

“Sounds great.” Dustin nodded.

formation, their fight could endanger the bystanders. But if they

use internal energy.

three major guilds. Seeing no objection, he finally responded, “Sounds good. It’s your

out a collective sigh of relief. If this had ended as a draw, it would’ve

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

drawing my sword!” Glenn grabbed the Voidreaver sword from the ground and aimed

and raised his

men stood still for a second, then

using internal energy, it was just a raw test of physical strength. Their speed was

motion and collided with each

the air, accompanied by sparks flying in

apart. Even without internal energy, the sheer force

chill run through them. It was as

fighting, Dustin and Glenn

had torn through his skin

“Did he win?”

his sword pierce Dustin’s shoulder and assumed he

celebrating, while others were lamenting their

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

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 mastery was unparalleled,