An Understated Dominance (Dustin Rhys)

Dustin’s words made Mulder frown.

Mulder knew all too well that Warrick was the kind of man who had no sense of loyalty or honor. If Warrick could kill his own personal guards without hesitation, what would stop him from killing a stranger?

Mulder was certain that the moment things went south, Warrick would be the first to flee. Given the choice, he’d never willingly risk his life as Warrick’s sacrificial pawn. But now, there was no turning back.

With his undercover identity exposed and him helping Warrick escape, Mulder became a sworn enemy of West Lúcozia. His name was now on the most-wanted list.

Tonight was their best chance to escape. If they missed it, finding another way out would be nearly impossible.

There was only one path left for him-kill whoever stood in his way and make it onto that escape boat.

“Enough talk, punk. Let’s see what you’re really made of,” Mulder said.

After weighing his options, he gritted his teeth and finally decided to draw his longsword. His figure flickered like a phantom and left only a blur as he closed the distance instantly.

The sword in his hands gleamed coldly as it flashed past like a shooting star. A sharp wind followed its arc, carrying the force to cleave through the air as it aimed straight for Dustin’s throat.

Dustin’s expression remained calm and unfazed. Just as the sword was about to reach him, he shifted slightly. His movement was light and effortless as he narrowly avoided the fatal strike.

clenched and drove forward

block. A metallic clang-sharp and resonant-rang out as fist and steel collided,

several steps. He spun and used the momentum to swing his sword in a downward arc with a sharp

tapped the tip of his foot against the ground and glided

narrowly missing him before striking a nearby boat. A sharp crack echoed through the air. Within moments, the vessel split in two

his target. His sword moved relentlessly, each

break through stone, and the sword’s sharp whistle cut through the air. Sparks flew as the

effortless as he weaved through Mulder’s attacks like a wisp of silk in the

he read Mulder’s every move. His steps seemed

and his movements became wide and aggressive as he

unreadable as he watched the

punk looks strange,” Warrick murmured, secretly

early 20s, yet he handled Mulder-a grandmaster

his inability to discern Dustin’s

force for a while, Mulder was already gasping for breath. He hadn’t felt it before, but now that he was facing a true master, he realized how grueling the battle was. No matter how

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completely unaffected by the intensity of the fight. His relaxed stance contrasted sharply with Mulder’s, who was drenched in sweat and gasping for