An Understated Dominance - Chapter 2380

The phoenix phantom shone bright red, glowing like the sun. Its wings looked almost real and sparkled with a strange light.

Suddenly, it let out a loud cry as it faced the giant golden sword coming down. With a powerful flap of its wings, it soared upward and collided with the sword.

The crowd watched in awe as the red light met the golden light in an amazing clash.

With a loud boom, the ground shook, and the battle ring trembled beneath them. When the lights crashed together, a huge wave of energy shot out like a tsunami, slamming into the protective barrier that surrounded the ring.

The blue light of the barrier flickered and shook, sending ripples in all directions. It looked like it might break at any moment.

Seeing this, Oron rushed to the center of the formation. He quickly focused his energy to stabilize the barrier. He knew it wouldn’t hold if Glenn and Emeret kept fighting like this.

“Such incredible power! Is this what top experts can do? Amazing!” one spectator exclaimed.

“I knew Glenn was strong, but who would have thought this unknown Emeret could be so fierce? It’s unbelievable!” another added.

“Absolutely. Every disciple from the Sword Union is in a class of their own,” someone else chimed in.

The intense battle in the ring sparked a buzz among the spectators.

With Glenn’s giant golden sword and Emeret’s phoenix phantom, both fighters displayed skills that left everyone in awe. Without the protection of the barrier, the crowd knew they would be overwhelmed by the force of the shockwaves.

When the dust cleared, the scene on the ring had changed.

Glenn stood steady with a cold look on his face. His clothes remained spotless despite the chaos around him.

Chaos surrounded Emeret, who looked strained. Sweat dripped down his temple, and his hand trembled as he clutched his sword.

Below him was a shallow crater about ten feet wide, with cracks spreading out like spiderwebs, reaching six feet beyond its edge.

Emeret’s breathing grew heavy as he fought against the powerful force pulsing through his arm. His Phoenix Summoning had shattered Glenn’s descending sword, but he felt no advantage from it.

In fact, he sensed he was losing ground. The strength behind Glenn’s sword was more than he had expected. When the two had clashed, it felt like he was trying to stop a mountain with his body.

What worried him even more was that this was just a casual strike from Glenn, who hadn’t even used his full strength.

Emeret had to admit that Glenn was much stronger than he had thought. This wasn’t just about skill with a sword; it was about a major difference in power.

“Do you still want to fight?” Glenn asked coldly.

That last strike had been a warning. Anyone smart would recognize the gap in their strengths.

“Giving up isn’t in my nature. Besides, my sword wouldn’t allow it,” Emeret replied, glancing at his silver blade before looking back at Glenn. “I know I’m not your equal, but I have to give it my all. At the very least, I want to see you draw your sword.”

He was right. Throughout their fight, Glenn hadn’t even unsheathed his sword. He had only used his hands to attack.

Emeret understood that Glenn didn’t see him as a worthy opponent. If he did, Glenn wouldn’t take him so lightly.

Emeret didn’t care about winning against Glenn. His goal was to push Glenn to use his strength. He wasn’t afraid of losing; he just needed to understand how far behind he was.

“If I draw my sword, you’ll probably die,” Glenn said.

“What is life without meaning and death without fear? I’ve spent my life mastering the sword. Even if I die here, I have no regrets. Go ahead and draw your sword,” Emeret said flatly.

Slowly, he raised his silver sword, pointing the tip directly at Glenn, a silent challenge in his stance.

“Fine. I’ll grant your wish!” Glenn replied. With a quick motion, he tapped his sword case.

A golden sword shot into the air with a loud hiss, like a dragon breaking free. Glenn raised his fingers and brought them down sharply.

The sword spun in the air before diving toward Emeret like a falling star, moving at incredible speed. Its blinding light was like a burning sun, making it hard for anyone to look directly at it.

Just before the sword struck, the air crackled with thunder, and the whole battle ring shook.

Emeret felt as if a mountain was pressing down on him. The weight made it hard to breathe, and his limbs began to tremble.

In that moment, he truly understood Glenn’s terrifying strength and the unstoppable force of his sword. It felt like this strike could end the world. The power was beyond comprehension, filling him with pure fear.