An Understated Dominance - Chapter 2341

**Chapter 2341**

“It’s not every day you see a fight like this. No swords, no magic—just pure fistfighting!” one spectator exclaimed.

“Now this is action! A real man goes all out, throwing punch after punch!” another added, excitement buzzing in the air.

“If they’re fighting this hard during warm-ups, just wait until the real match starts!” someone else chimed in. The crowd was thrilled as they watched the fierce battle in the ring. They had expected a clash of sword techniques and magical powers, but instead, they were captivated by an intense fistfight.

Jaxton had put aside his sword to fight with his fists, while Fenley had set aside his divine powers to engage in a straightforward brawl. It was clear that this match was all about hand-to-hand combat skills.

The two continued to exchange powerful punches. Jaxton’s blows became more aggressive as his internal energy surged with each hit. Each punch felt strong enough to split mountains.

But soon, Jaxton’s breathing grew heavy and labored.

Meanwhile, Fenley focused on defense and swift counterattacks. His movements were precise and smooth, and he remained calm throughout the fight.

“You’ll tire yourself out at this rate. If I were you, I’d start using your best moves now,” Fenley said, launching a strike of his own.

“Quit talking!” Jaxton grunted, quickening his punches. The wind around them roared as if it were about to tear the sky apart.

“If you don’t know when to stop, don’t blame me for what happens next!” Fenley replied, his expression turning cold and impatient.

He was eager to see the Esoteric Sword Guild’s Sword Mastery Technique, which was why he had been sparring with Jaxton. But it seemed Jaxton had no intention of drawing his sword. Did he really believe he could win this way?

Fenley was ready to teach Jaxton a lesson.

“Instant Triumph!” Fenley yelled as he prepared to strike. His fists transformed into a powerful palm strike.

In a flash, his palms glowed with a bright red light. The heat made the air feel thick and heavy. Even Jaxton’s punches began to slow down against Fenley’s overwhelming energy.

“Hmm?” Jaxton frowned, sensing the danger. He crossed his arms in front of him and focused his energy to create a protective shield.

Fenley’s palms struck Jaxton’s crossed arms with incredible force. The impact shattered Jaxton’s shield, sending him flying several yards away.

When he landed, he stumbled back but quickly regained his balance. His arms felt numb and heavier than usual.

“That’s some powerful punch technique!” Jaxton exclaimed, looking at his trembling arms in surprise.

As the chief senior disciple of the Esoteric Sword Guild, Jaxton was skilled in Sword Mastery Technique and confident in his strength. He usually thought most opponents didn’t deserve the use of his sword, believing that punches and kicks were enough to defeat them.

This strategy had worked well for him in the past, allowing him to win easily.

But this time, he was up against Fenley, who was ranked fifth on the Legendary List. Jaxton realized that relying only on hand-to-hand combat wouldn’t be enough.

After exchanging hundreds of blows, he noticed he was at a disadvantage. It was clear that neither of them had gone all out yet, but Jaxton had to admit that Fenley was a tough opponent.

“Do you still want to keep going? You can’t match me without using your Sword Mastery Technique,” Fenley said calmly.

After sparring for a long time, Fenley waited for Jaxton to reveal the Sword Mastery Technique. If Jaxton had been holding back, Fenley sensed it was time for him to get serious.

“I thought the martial artists on the Legendary List were just a bunch of talk, but it looks like you really have skill,” Fenley said, eyeing Jaxton intently. Jaxton stood tall with a fierce look, and his hair and robes seemed to move with an energy of their own.

As he spoke, the giant sword behind him began to hum softly and vibrate, filled with energy.

“Oh? Are you finally going to draw your sword?” Fenley asked, his smirk showing his curiosity.

“After warming up, it’s time to show you the Sword Mastery Technique,” Jaxton replied. He raised one hand and pointed to the sky. “Come forth!” The giant sword flew out of its sheath and hovered above his head. It was six feet long, five inches wide, and bright white with intricate red runes that pulsed with life.

“My sword is eager for battle as soon as it’s drawn. Get ready to be the target of my Snow Breeze Sword!” he declared, pointing the sword forward.

In an instant, the giant sword shot out like a streak of white light, racing towards Fenley at astonishing speed. It moved so quickly that it was almost a blur.

“Wow, that’s fast,” Fenley thought as he narrowed his eyes. He quickly crossed his arms and focused his internal energy to create a shield.

The white light struck his energy shield with a powerful force, creating ripples across it. Fenley staggered back a few steps as the shield cracked, resembling a spider web of fractures.

It was on the brink of breaking, and Fenley could sense the imminent danger. The strength of the attack was unmistakable.