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

“Sounds great.” Dustin nodded.

the battle ring and defense formation, their fight could endanger the bystanders. But if they limited themselves to just using the sword, there was

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

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

If this had ended as a

was the perfect solution-fair,

grabbed the Voidreaver sword from the ground and aimed its tip squarely at

and raised his Dragon Sparrow

two men stood still for a second,

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

and collided with each other in the

the air, accompanied by sparks flying

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

them. It was as though standing too

fierce fighting,

Dustin’s shoulder. The sharp tip had torn through his skin and muscle and was drawing

“Did he win?”

his sword pierce Dustin’s shoulder and assumed

while others were lamenting their loss.

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

sword mastery had outclassed

expression hardened with a swirl of complex emotions. He had