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.

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

“Sounds great.” Dustin nodded.

their fight could endanger the bystanders. But if they

we won’t use internal energy. We’re going

glanced at the guildmasters of the three major guilds. Seeing no

a collective sigh of relief. If this had ended as a

the sword, was the perfect solution-fair,

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

nothing and raised his

stood still for a second, then launched

using internal energy, it was just a raw test of physical strength. Their speed was nothing short of terrifying. They

collided with each

of metal clashing filled the air, accompanied by sparks

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

a chill run through them. It was as though standing

several minutes of fierce fighting,

Dustin’s shoulder. The sharp tip had torn through

“Did he win?”

pierce Dustin’s shoulder and assumed he

bettors were celebrating, while others were lamenting their loss. But those

his shoulder was impaled, his sword had stabbed deep into Glenn’s chest. With a slight push, it would be a fatal strike. To them, it was clear- Glenn hadn’t won. Dustin

Dustin’s sword mastery had

He had always believed his sword mastery was unparalleled, but he never