An Understated Dominance - Chapter 2345

The crowd went quiet as Levi fell to the ground. Shock and disbelief filled the faces around him; no one expected the match to end so suddenly. In just a moment, the winner was clear.

“Did you see that? Levi, the Boulderthorn branch master, was taken down in seconds!” one spectator exclaimed.

“Glenn did it with just a finger! He didn’t even need to draw his sword. His power is incredible,” another person added.

“Is this what the top rank of the Legendary List can do? It’s scary,” someone else murmured.

After a brief silence, the arena buzzed with whispers and gasps of astonishment.

When Levi entered the ring with his spear, everyone expected a long and tough battle. He was well-known in the martial world and respected as a master wherever he went. Even if Levi couldn’t match Glenn’s skill, they thought he would at least last a few rounds. But what happened was shocking. Glenn had only made one move.

Before anyone could truly understand what was unfolding, Levi was already dead. The difference in their strength was like night and day.

“I didn’t think Glenn would be this strong. This is troubling,” Aurora said, her brow furrowed and her expression serious.

Earlier, she had hoped that Levi would push Glenn to reveal some of his techniques, but the result was completely unexpected. She hadn’t gained any useful information aside from realizing Glenn’s overwhelming strength.

“He just killed a grandmaster with a finger. Not many can do that,” Alicia remarked, shaking her head, her face a mix of emotions.

Without a massive difference in skill, such a feat would have been impossible. She feared that Glenn had reached the ultimate grandmaster level. Compared to his…

Alicia looked over at Fenley, who was next to her. He was very talented and insightful, but he hadn’t yet reached the highest level of mastery. If he fought Glenn right now, he would probably lose. Even a small gap in their skills could make a big difference.

“He’s definitely a tough one,” Fenley said, staring intently at Glenn in the ring. He was surprised, but he didn’t show any fear. Instead, he felt energized. The stronger his opponent, the more it pushed him to improve. He hoped to use this Combat Tournament to break through his limits and rise to the top.

“Dr. Rhys, you must be feeling some pressure now, right?” Grace asked with a smile.

“This is more than pressure. It feels like he’s trying to take everyone down,” Dustin replied with a sigh, rubbing his head. Glenn’s strikes were powerful, and he was one of the best. In battle, it was about survival, and facing someone like Glenn was enough to give anyone a headache.

“Mr. Marshall, did you see that? That’s what real talent and strength look like,” Cyrus said, a rare smile on his face. He teased, “How does your disciple compare to mine?”

“Let’s see who’s stronger after tomorrow’s match,” Alloy scoffed, his expression darkening. He didn’t want to admit it, but he knew Fenley wasn’t strong enough to compete with Glenn. Without a breakthrough to become an ultimate grandmaster, Fenley didn’t stand a chance.

“As they say, a wise person adapts to the times. If you want to keep your disciple from losing in the ring, you’d better plan ahead,” Cyrus said with a sly grin.

Alloy understood what he meant. Planning ahead felt like giving up. He kept his face serious, knowing that the competition was tough.

Oron stood quietly, his expression serious. With only one day left, he urgently needed to help Fenley reach the next level before their upcoming match.

“The match is over. The winner is contestant number two, Glenn Hadley. Congratulations!” Oron announced, shaking off a moment of surprise.

“Too easy,” Glenn said, glancing at Levi’s defeated form before turning to leave. With his match finished, he had no interest in staying and preferred to get back to training.

After a brief break, Oron returned to the ring. “The third match is about to begin. Contestant number three and contestant number fourteen, please come to the ring.”

As he finished speaking, a striking figure soared above the crowd and gracefully floated down to the ring. It was Abigail, the Grand Sorceress of the Mystic Arts Order, known for her flowing white hair and enchanting presence.

“It’s my turn!” she declared.

Suddenly, a loud laugh echoed through the venue, and a massive figure shot through the air like a cannonball. He covered a distance of 100 yards in one leap before landing heavily on the battle ring.

With a loud boom, he left two deep footprints on the surface. The crowd stared in awe as they recognized the newcomer: George Burroughs, a foreign contestant known for his gorilla-like strength. His nickname was the Dusk Titan.