An Understated Dominance - Chapter 2325

Titus chose not to finish off Aldrian after knocking him out. Instead, he stepped back and glanced at Oron.

Oron nodded and quickly announced the winner of the match. The crowd erupted in applause. They had closely watched the fight and realized that Aldrian’s arrogance was what led to his defeat. Instead of concentrating on the battle, Aldrian had spent too much time flirting with his fans, which made him vulnerable. Titus took advantage of this with fierce aggression.

Both fighters were evenly matched, but gaining the upper hand was crucial for victory. Titus fought with intensity, focusing on landing powerful punches instead of worrying about his defense or saving energy. Aldrian had to retreat and struggled to find an opportunity to counterattack. By the time he understood the seriousness of his situation and attempted to use his strongest move, it was too late to change the outcome.

He lacked the momentum and fighting spirit needed. Even though he managed to execute his ultimate move, it wasn’t enough to turn the fight around.

Titus didn’t allow Aldrian to showcase his skills. He pressed on and ended the fight decisively. Though Titus had some minor injuries, they were superficial and could be easily treated with Haemoplenish and a bandage.

Titus’s strategy was impressive. Every contestant in the top 32 was strong, and one small mistake could lead to defeat. Aldrian’s loss served as a clear reminder to all the competitors: never underestimate your opponent, or you might face a humiliating defeat.

After the fourth match, the fifth, sixth, and seventh matches followed quickly. These next three were exciting and closely contested, with both sides giving their all. In the end, victory depended on who had more tricks and experience in battle. Disciples from the major guilds often had the advantage.

for your concern,” Dustin said, looking at Alicia and Aurora. He took a deep breath and stepped forward. “I’ll do my best.”

As he entered the ring, the crowd buzzed with anticipation. Bill Wolfe stood confidently, his smile widening as he watched Dustin approach.

“Are you ready to meet your end?” Bill taunted, his voice dripping with mockery.

Dustin remained calm. He had trained hard for moments like this, and he wasn’t going to let fear take over. He focused on his breathing and prepared himself mentally for the fight ahead.

The announcer, Oron, raised his hand, signaling the start of the match. “Let the eighth match begin!”

With a sudden burst of energy, Bill lunged at Dustin, his claws ready to strike. The crowd gasped as the two opponents clashed in the center of the ring.

Dustin dodged Bill’s attack, relying on his quick reflexes. He knew he had to stay one step ahead. The match had begun, and he was determined to give it his all.

“I’ve got it covered,” Dustin said with a faint smile as he stood up and walked toward the battle ring.

If he were up against a Dragonmarsh martial artist, he might have shown some mercy. But since his opponent was a lackey of the Hall of Gods, he had no plans to hold back.

“Who is this guy? I don’t remember seeing him before,” someone in the crowd asked.

“Since he’s with the Marshall sisters, he must be a new master from the Celestial Alliance,” another replied.

“Besides Fenley, who else from the Celestial Alliance is worth calling a master? I bet he’s just the son of some elder trying to get attention at the tournament. Unfortunately for him, he picked the wrong opponent. Who knows if he can even survive?”

Dustin’s entrance sparked a lot of chatter among the spectators.

Anyone who made it to the top 32 was no ordinary fighter. They were either well-known experts or talented students from major guilds, and most of them were easily recognized.

But Dustin was different. He seemed like a nobody, yet he was sitting with important members of the Celestial Alliance, making it hard to figure out who he really was.

With everyone watching, he calmly stepped onto the battle ring and locked eyes with Bill from a distance.

“Kid, I didn’t expect you to show up. I thought you’d be a coward,” Bill sneered, sizing up Dustin like he was prey.

“I can’t stand rabid dogs that bite without reason. Today, I’m going to pull out your fangs and cut your claws, making you regret your foolishness,” Dustin replied calmly.

“Okay, foolish Dragonmarsh martial artist. I’m going to show you what fear and despair feel like,” Bill snarled, his eyes filled with menace.