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.

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 sword duel without using our

“Sounds great.” Dustin nodded.

ring and defense formation, their fight could endanger the bystanders. But if they

use internal energy. We’re

the three major

of relief. If this had ended as a draw, it would’ve been unsatisfactory to everyone.. Even the bettors would

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

my sword!” Glenn grabbed the Voidreaver sword from the

said nothing and raised his

still for a second,

of physical strength. Their speed was nothing short of terrifying. They blurred into

with each other

filled the air, accompanied by sparks flying in

was impossible to tell them apart. Even without internal energy,

a distance, felt a chill run through them. It was as though

fighting, Dustin and

shoulder. The sharp tip had torn through his skin and muscle and

“Did he win?”

saw his sword pierce Dustin’s shoulder and assumed he had

celebrating, while others were lamenting their loss. But those watching Dustin’s side saw something

With a slight push, it would be a fatal strike. To them, it was clear- Glenn hadn’t won.

end, Dustin’s sword mastery had outclassed

a swirl of complex emotions. He had always believed his sword mastery was unparalleled, but he never expected to be defeated by Dustin in