An Understated Dominance (Dustin Rhys)

With a longsword in hand, Dustin plunged into the crowd like a tiger among sheep and cut down his enemies with brutal efficiency.

Though he couldn’t tap into his mystical energy, his physical strength far outstripped that of an average martial artist. His speed, power, reflexes, and combat skills crushed anyone in his path.

Every swing of his blade was precise and targeted the enemy’s vital spots with deadly accuracy, which left no room for defense.

Under his relentless assault, the assassins were helpless. The air rang with their screams as bodies fell one after another.

Unlike the tournament match, Dustin now unleashed his full power in this life -or-death fight. His attacks were becoming more brutal and relentless than ever.

“This kid’s tougher than I thought.”

Hank frowned as he watched his men struggle.

He hadn’t expected Dustin to have such formidable combat prowess, even with his sealed cultivation. If an unmatched genius like Dustin couldn’t be made an ally, he had to be eliminated before he became a bigger threat.

“Attack together! Kill him at all costs!” Hank barked to the six who had activated the sealing formation.

These six men weren’t just any fighters. They were genetically enhanced operatives from the Hall of Gods-emotionless, immune to pain, and utterly indifferent to death. With unshakable loyalty, they followed orders without question. They were the perfect killing machines.

Bailey had sent them to him to deal with the Sacred Wyrm Summit elites.

But now, Hank had no choice but to use them against Dustin.

“Kill him!”

their blades and charged at Dustin. They moved so fast that

followed by razor-sharp blade auras that dazzled their

these six men in black could ignore that limitation. In other words, their combat strength not only remained intact but

the tide changed when they joined the fight. What had been a one-sided massacre by Dustin became a fierce struggle, with the six men managing to hold him back. Neither side gained the upper hand

Since he couldn’t channel his mystical pure energy, he had to rely solely

had to face the six men in black while also staying on guard against potential ambushes from the surrounding martial artists, which added another layer of

situation was already under control, Hank couldn’t help but curl his lips into a cold, mocking

was sheer folly. With so many subordinates at his command, a basic

“Time to die, Rhys!”

his move. He had harbored a long -standing grudge against

Dustin had betrayed the Hall of Gods and was

no time and lunged forward with his blade aimed at Dustin’s back. But just

his head and met

you doing?” Garrett’s eyes flared with fury as he let out

had finally spotted an opening to vent his pent-up frustration. But just as he was about to strike, his teammate stepped in the

anything. I just don’t like what you’re doing,”

working for the Hall of Gods.

and glared

I

Willard admitted without hesitation.