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.

to 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 internal energy?

“Sounds great.” Dustin nodded.

fight could endanger the bystanders. But if

won’t use

the three major guilds. Seeing no objection, he finally

ended as a draw, it would’ve been unsatisfactory to everyone.. Even the

arrangement, focusing on just using the sword, was

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

nothing and raised his Dragon

for a second, then

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

and collided with

metal clashing filled the air, accompanied by sparks flying in every

were so fast that it was impossible to tell them apart. Even without internal energy, the sheer force of their strikes created

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

fierce fighting, Dustin and Glenn

shoulder. The sharp tip had torn through his skin and

“Did he win?”

saw his sword pierce Dustin’s shoulder

were celebrating, while others were lamenting their

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

end, Dustin’s sword mastery had

at the sword lodged in his chest, and his expression hardened with a swirl of complex emotions. He had always believed