An Understated Dominance - Chapter 2311
The crowd was stunned by Truce’s death. What was supposed to be a regular match turned into a shocking event. It was truly hard to believe.
“Huh?” Oron frowned as he stared at Truce’s lifeless body lying under the battle ring.
He hadn’t expected Jeremiah, who was badly injured, to deliver such a deadly blow. The single strike that killed Truce took Oron by surprise.
While battles can be unpredictable and often leave fate to decide the outcome, losing a skilled fighter like Truce was a huge blow for Dragonmarsh.
“That priest has some talent,” Alloy said, observing from the front row with a clear view of the action. “Even after fighting for so long, he’s still holding back his full power. Impressive.”
He had watched the entire fight and noticed that Jeremiah relied only on his physical strength. Alloy sensed that Jeremiah had more skills he wasn’t using.
“Hmph! Just a half-human, half-demon freak. Not exactly a game-changer,” Cyrus sneered, his glare full of contempt.
The Streuquans often obsessed over strange advancements like genetic enhancements and human modifications. While these might provide a temporary boost, they were shortcuts and ultimately useless against true strength.
“If I’m not mistaken, the three foreign contestants are from the Hall of Gods, right?” Kaden asked casually.
He continued, “It seems like they’re using this Combat Tournament to show off their power at Sacred Wyrm Summit.” His voice was calm, but his eyes burned with anger.
Jeremiah had intentionally hidden his strength and saved his energy for a critical moment.
Truce was exceptionally talented and perceptive, on the verge of breaking through to become an ultimate grandmaster. His death was a heavy loss for Dragonmarsh.
said, “If the Hall of Gods sends their fighters after us, let’s make sure they don’t leave here alive,” Penelope said with a serious tone.
Alloy and Cyrus shared a quick glance, silently agreeing. They understood that any disagreements among themselves needed to wait until they dealt with these new threats.
After a moment of silence, Oron spoke up, “The first match is over. The winner is Contestant number 32.”
A few people clapped, but most of the crowd stayed quiet. The atmosphere was heavy. It wasn’t just about winning or losing this time.
Truce hadn’t just lost the match; he had lost his life. Given the situation, who could celebrate?
Once the first match finished, Oron quickly took Truce’s body away and called for a team to fix the battle ring.
The ring, made from Abyssal stone, was tough and easy to repair. The team could fix the damage in less than five minutes by pouring molten Abyssal stone into the cracks. Once it cooled, the ring would be as good as new.
“Let’s move on to the second match. Contestants 2 and 31, please come to the ring.” Oron announced after a brief pause.
Two women stood up from the audience and walked toward the battle ring—one from the left, the other from the right.
The woman on the left wore a striking red battle outfit. She was tall and exuded confidence, holding a long spear like a true warrior. This was Veronica Campbell, one of Alloy’s top disciples.
On the right stood a woman in a sleek black gown. She had a captivating figure and stunning beauty. Her bright smile and graceful movements drew everyone’s attention.
As she walked, she mesmerized the men in the crowd. Young men struggled to keep their composure, their eyes wide with awe as they watched her. To them, she was enchanting.
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Dustin spotted the woman in red on the left. “That’s Veronica Campbell, a senior disciple from the Celestial Alliance,” he said. “But who is the one in black?”
“I have no idea, but she definitely stands out!” someone replied.
The entrance of these two female martial artists brought energy back to the crowd, which had been quiet. While both women caught attention, the one in black was especially captivating. Her slender waist and stunning figure were hard to ignore.
Dustin’s eyebrows shot up in surprise when he recognized the woman in black. He hadn’t been paying much attention earlier, so seeing a familiar face was unexpected.
That woman was Azalea Larson. He had met her a year ago in Balerno, where she had been a disciple of the Dark Lord, a traitor to the Mystic Arts Order. But since then, Azalea had changed her life. She became Abigail’s bodyguard after Abigail awakened her Phoenix bloodline and was taken to the Mystic Arts Order. Azalea followed her there and became a disciple herself.
Azalea was skilled in face-changing and the Art of Charming, techniques that had nearly deceived Dustin several times. He was impressed to see how much she had improved, now a grandmaster martial artist after just a year. Being around Abigail had helped Azalea focus on her training with the Mystic Arts Order.
This Combat Tournament was her chance to shine and make a name for herself.