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!”

drew their blades and charged at Dustin. They

shadows darting past, followed by razor-sharp blade auras that

within a 330-foot radius, these six men in black could ignore that limitation. In other words, their combat strength not only remained intact but was even amplified. This was the

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

he had to rely solely on his physical strength. This made things

also staying on guard against potential ambushes from the

already under

strong, but going against the Hall of Gods was sheer folly. With so many subordinates at his

“Time to die, Rhys!”

been lying in wait among the crowd, finally made his move. He had harbored a long -standing

that Dustin had betrayed the Hall of Gods and was surrounded by top elites, this was Garrett’s chance for

lunged forward with his blade aimed at Dustin’s back. But just before it struck, a hand,

Garrett suddenly turned his head and met Willard’s indifferent

Garrett’s eyes flared with

frustration. But just as he was about to strike,

just don’t like what you’re doing,” Willard

your mind? We’re both working for the Hall of Gods. Are you

spat and glared

I am betraying

Willard admitted without hesitation.