An Understated Dominance - Chapter 2364
“Interesting. It looks like this match won’t be boring after all.” Glenn, sitting in the Sword Union, squinted with a rare spark of interest breaking through his usual indifference.
As a swordsman, Glenn thrived on facing strong opponents. The tougher the rival, the more excited he became. Watching an elite swordsman like Dustin only fueled his desire to fight.
Ordinary fighters didn’t catch his eye, but Dustin’s earlier performance had drawn him in. Those two quick, fierce strikes displayed an impressive sharpness in his sword aura. Glenn realized that fighting someone like Dustin would sharpen his own skills.
Glenn wasn’t the only one who noticed. Dustin’s stunning win over Jeremiah had left everyone amazed, and they began to see him as a dark horse in the tournament.
While many didn’t consider him a strong contender for the championship, they recognized he had the potential to break into the top three. His value soared as major guilds rushed to invest in him, making attractive offers.
A talent like Dustin could become a powerful force with the right guidance and possibly lead a guild to greatness. However, attracting such talent was one thing; nurturing it was another challenge altogether.
The search for the top eight concluded with Dustin’s victory in the eighth round, eliminating all three foreign challengers without any survivors.
This match was a rollercoaster filled with breathtaking moments. Until the very last second, no one could predict the outcome, thanks to the many twists and turns.
Whether it was Caleb defeating Kendricks, Dalen overcoming Jude, or Dustin securing the final win, all three emerged as dark horses. Initially overlooked, they ended up winning in spectacular fashion.
The three dark horses showed their skills, but the other contestants also performed well, each highlighting their unique strengths. After several rounds of eliminations, the eight strongest contestants were chosen. One of them would be crowned the champion the next day.
The Combat Tournament was far more meaningful than the Legendary List. The list only rated a martial artist’s strength based on different factors, which wasn’t very accurate. In the ring, however, the true power of each fighter was revealed. It was clear who was strong and who wasn’t, as there was no room for trickery.
The match the next day would decide who would be known as the strongest legend in the martial world.
As night fell, the once-bustling Sacred Wrym Summit became quiet. The eight finalists either rested to regain their energy or quietly planned their strategies for the battles ahead. Tomorrow’s matches were crucial, drawing the attention of all guilds. Every contestant aimed to be in the top three.
This was their chance for fame in the martial world, and the pressure was intense for everyone involved. Making it into the top three would bring great rewards from Sacred Wrym Summit, raise their guild’s reputation, and attract top talent.
This tournament meant more than just individual glory; it was about the survival of entire guilds. There was no room for mistakes.
Guilds sent their best fighters to compete, hoping for standout performances that could lead to victory and the championship.
Meanwhile, in a quiet mountain manor about 20 miles from Sacred Wrym Summit, Bailey sat at a long dining table, enjoying large chunks of…
Bailey sat at a long, 16-foot table, enjoying a feast of meat and washing it down with gulps of ale. Grease dripped from his mouth and smeared his lips as he savored every bite. The table was filled with all kinds of meat, and there wasn’t a vegetable in sight.
Suddenly, Hank, the god of the Hall of Gods, burst through the door, looking worried.
“Mr. Bailey!” he called out.
“What’s wrong?” Bailey replied without looking up, focused on his meal.
“Mr. Bailey, Plan A has failed!” Hank said, his tone serious. “The three elites we sent to challenge the Dragonmarsh martial artists are dead. None of them survived.”
Bailey paused, lifting his head slowly. “Are you sure they’re all dead? Even Jeremiah Price?”
“Yes,” Hank confirmed, nodding. “I brought back their remains. Do you want to see them?”
“Bring them in,” Bailey said, his expression darkening.
Hank gestured, and several men entered the room, carrying three bodies covered in white cloth.
Bailey stepped forward and pulled back the cloth, grimacing at the sight. What lay before him were not just bodies, but mangled remains. Bill and Jeremiah had been reduced to grotesque piles, with no trace of their human forms left—just heaps of shredded flesh.
Among the three, George’s body was the least damaged, but even he was in terrible shape. His upper body was blown apart, leaving only his lower legs intact.
“How could this happen? What went wrong?” Bailey’s anger flared up.
He had never imagined that his careful search for these three elites would end in such a tragic and brutal way, just before the finals. It was a humiliation he couldn’t bear.