An Understated Dominance (Dustin Rhys)

“Your Highness, the soldiers under me are trained solely in killing techniques. If they hurt your guest, things could get ugly,” Lycas said.

He didn’t say it outright, but the message was clear. If Dustin wasn’t strong enough, he’d better stay out of the way, or he was just asking for trouble.

Bryce didn’t say anything, but the look he gave Dustin was full of contempt.

How could a pampered young man like Dustin measure up to soldiers who’ve been through the grind? He figured Dustin was probably some heir from a prominent family who knew Nathaniel and was trying to assert his relevance.

“You guys are blind to greatness when it’s standing right in front of you.” Nathaniel chuckled and shook his head.

He added, “If any of you manage to land a hit on Mr. Rhys, I’ll pay out a thousand gold. But honestly, I doubt any of you have what it takes.”

At the mention of rewards, the soldiers perked up. Their eyes lit up with excitement. They were practically itching to charge at Dustin and give him a good beating.

“If that’s what Your Highness wants, I’ll send a few men to test him,” Lycas said with a nod.

He then turned and pointed to five of his strongest elite soldiers. “You five-step forward.”

“Yes, sir!”

The five men answered in unison and stepped into the center of the training ground.

Years of brutal training had molded them into hardened fighters. Their eyes were sharp, and their presence was heavy with lethal intent.

Nathaniel turned to Dustin. “Some of my men can be a bit arrogant. Could you do me a favor and teach them a lesson today?” he asked with a smile.

I’m happy to

walked forward and stood in front of the five soldiers. He stood with his hands behind his back, calm, but with

wouldn’t be much of a challenge unless

don’t embarrass

looked down on Dustin, there was no room for holding back when

Dustin said

starts now!” Lycas commanded without

moved into position and surrounded Dustin in a

Dustin, while the other jumped up and aimed

right, the other two soldiers were just as aggressive. One wielded a short baton and spun it rapidly with flashing strikes. It effectively blocked Dustin’s path and prevented him from

was quick and nimble, looking for any

avoided the sweeping kick from the left. Then, he casually raised his left hand to block the

concrete wall. Pain shot up his arm, and he

turned sharply and did a spinning kick. His right boot accurately kicked the wrist of the soldier holding the short baton with a sharp

ground, and the soldier’s face went pale as he staggered backward while clutching his injured

three soldiers intensified their attack. They coordinated seamlessly while constantly changing their attack

their formation. In the blink of an eye, he appeared behind one of the soldiers and swiftly struck

of force. His body lurched forward and slammed

took the opportunity to strike, but Dustin didn’t retreat. Instead, he charged right at him while throwing a punch. The punch seemed ordinary, but it was delivered

on his chest. The impact sent him flying

five elite soldiers were on

strength. Otherwise, the five