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.

here.” Glenn wiped 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 be a winner. How about a

“Sounds great.” Dustin nodded.

But if they

This time, we won’t use internal energy. We’re

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

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

on just using the sword, was the perfect solution-fair, safe,

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

nothing and raised his Dragon Sparrow

two men stood still for a second, then launched

just a raw test of physical strength. Their speed was nothing short of

and collided with each other in the

metal clashing filled the air, accompanied by sparks flying

apart. Even without internal energy, the sheer force of their strikes created ripples in the

run through them.

fierce fighting, Dustin and

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

“Did he win?”

Glenn saw his sword pierce Dustin’s shoulder and assumed

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

a slight push, it would be a fatal

end, Dustin’s sword mastery had outclassed

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