An Understated Dominance (Dustin Rhys)

“You’re not a fisherman? Who the hell are you?”

Mulder’s guard shot up the moment he got a clear look at the young man’s face.

Fishermen who spent their days at sea were usually tanned from the sun, but this one had a fair complexion. It felt a little strange

Noticing something was off, the men behind Mulder drew their blades and fixed their sharp gazes on the fisherman.

The so-called fisherman standing guard wasn’t just anyone-it was Dustin, who had been waiting for them all along.

Since his plan was set in motion, he’d been stationed there from morning until midnight. After what felt like an eternity, his targets had finally arrived.

“Isn’t it obvious? I’m here to capture you.”

Dustin rose from the deck and rolled his shoulders before speaking in an even tone. “If you don’t want to die, surrender now. Otherwise, it’ll be too late.”

“Watch out! It could be an ambush.”

Mulder swiftly pulled out his dagger. His sharp gaze scanned the surroundings for any sign of hidden troops.

His subordinates instinctively formed a defensive circle as they braced for an attack from the shadows. But despite their heightened vigilance, the area remained eerily calm.

They were specially trained with razor-sharp perception. Under normal circumstances, if there were an ambush nearby, there was no way they wouldn’t have noticed.

“Don’t bother looking. It’s just me here.” Dustin said flatly, “I don’t need an army to deal with the likes of you.”

little too full of yourself. Do you

they’d be as good as dead. But he was alone and hardly

for time. Kill him and take

him. Still, the other party’s confidence was unsettling. Either he had backup, or he had a

Get him.” Mulder

his doubts. On the one hand, he worried Dustin was just buying time, and on the other, something

“Attack!”

exchanged glances before

Hall of Gods elites, they were strong enough to take on a hundred enemies individually. When fighting together, their strength multiplied. This made them an unstoppable force against anyone below the

opponent, who seemed only in his early 20s,

subordinate lunged forward and swung his

Dustin’s figure blurred and vanished

Before he could even

flew backward like a broken kite, crashed into a rock, and curled up

Their swords flashed toward Dustin’s throat in a synchronized strike. There was no wasted movement, no unnecessary flair-just pure, ruthless

points, Dustin casually raised a hand and caught the

“What?”

attackers’ faces changed as disbelief

hands! A scene like this was only possible when there was an overwhelming gap

was as if an iron

“Time to die!”

with both hands. He raised it