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.

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 sword duel without using our internal energy? Let’s see who is

“Sounds great.” Dustin nodded.

the battle ring and defense formation, their fight could endanger the bystanders. But if they limited themselves to

continue to fight. This time, we won’t use internal energy. We’re going

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

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

new arrangement, focusing on just using the sword, was the perfect solution-fair, safe, and with

sword from the ground and aimed its

and raised his

for a

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

collided with each other

filled the air,

apart. Even without internal energy, the sheer force

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

minutes of fierce fighting, Dustin and Glenn suddenly

sharp tip had torn

“Did he win?”

sword pierce Dustin’s shoulder and assumed he

were lamenting

a slight push, it would be a fatal

end, Dustin’s sword

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