An Understated Dominance - Chapter 2391

Compared to the second green sword, Glenn’s third sword was even more powerful. As it came down, it carried the fury of a fire dragon and the strength of a world-shattering storm.

Fenley, who had felt his energy disrupted earlier, watched the fiery red sword rush toward him like a falling meteor. His heart raced, filled with a sudden sense of doom.

With a loud roar, he took a risk and unleashed a surge of internal energy. The divine spirit behind him transformed into a powerful figure with three heads and six arms. This was the full form of the Four Elements of God’s Technique.

In that moment, Fenley poured everything he had into the battle. He commanded the spirit to slam its massive arms against the flaming sword.

With a thunderous explosion, the sword broke through the spirit’s hands but slowed down a bit.

Without waiting, Fenley directed the spirit to strike again with its other two arms. He hoped to stop the sword’s advance, but just like before, the spirit’s palms were pierced as they touched the flaming sword.

Even so, the sword kept moving forward, though its speed had decreased again.

“Hold it back!” Fenley shouted as he urged the spirit’s remaining arms to hit the flaming sword with all their strength.

A third explosion rang out as energy surged outward. Finally, he managed to pin down the terrifying sword. But it shook violently, and the flames roared, burning the surrounding energy.

Sweat streamed down Fenley’s face as he gritted his teeth, pushing down with all his might. He poured every bit of internal energy he had into holding the sword in place, refusing to relax for even a moment.

This flaming sword was even more fearsome. Its destructive power was far greater than the…

The combined power of the first two swords was immense. As expected, defeating Glenn was a tough challenge.

After a few tense seconds, the sword’s fiery glow faded. It dropped from the air and embedded itself deep into the battle ring, leaving only the hilt visible. The sword was undeniably sharp.

Fenley was out of breath, sweat pouring down his face. He hadn’t realized how much energy it would take to withstand Glenn’s three strikes.

He suspected that Glenn had used his strongest moves. There was no way those blows could have been that powerful otherwise.

“Impressive. You managed to withstand my three strikes,” Glenn said, his face calm but a hint of interest shining in his eyes.

Most of his previous opponents had collapsed after just one blow. No one had made him swing a second time.

Yet, Fenley had stood firm through three strikes. It was surprising, but this surprise didn’t last long.

“What’s wrong? Have you run out of tricks? Is it my turn now?” Fenley asked, taking a deep breath to steady his racing thoughts.

“Run out of tricks?” Glenn smirked, dismissing Fenley’s confidence. “You think you know the world, but you’re just a fool who doesn’t see the whole picture. Since you’re so clueless, let me show you what true power looks like.”

With that, he raised his hand and slapped the side of the sword case. The case opened with a click, revealing six swords inside. Each sword was unique, both long and short, but all shone with a magical brilliance. Despite their different shapes and sizes, each one was a divine weapon.

“Skybound!” Glenn called out, raising his finger. One of the swords, marked in gold, shot into the air like a dragon soaring across the sky.

“Shadowedge!”

“Earthshaper!”

“Fang Master!”

“Elderflame!”

“Voidreaver!”

Every time Fenley pointed his sword finger, a sword shot up from the ground. The first three swords he had used—Blacknight, Green Fang, and Red Tempest—rose into the air, joining the others he had summoned.

In a single breath, nine swords floated above him like towering mountains, making it hard for him to breathe as the pressure increased.

“It’s impossible!” His eyes widened in shock as he felt the weight of each divine sword pressing down on him.

He hadn’t expected Glenn to have so many weapons hidden in his sword case. Each sword glowed with its own spiritual energy, unlike regular weapons.

Fenley was already struggling against Glenn’s first three swords. How could he possibly face six more? Could he even win this fight?

Doubt crept into his mind. Glenn’s power and the heavy burden of the swords were wearing him down. He thought the three swords were all Glenn had, but now he realized they were just the beginning.

“Oh my god! He has that many swords? This is crazy!”

“Three swords were already terrifying enough. If all nine come out, who could stop them?”

“Is this really the strength of the number one on the Legendary List? That’s seriously scary!”

The spectators watched in awe as the nine divine swords floated in the air.

For an ordinary swordsman, having even one divine sword was an incredible stroke of luck. But Glenn had summoned nine, leaving everyone speechless.

Even more amazing was how he controlled them as if they were part of his own body. It didn’t make sense.

Divine swords were not like regular weapons; they had their own spirits. To become their master was something only a few could achieve.

It was no easy task to have everyone serve one leader; it felt almost impossible. It was like a man trying to marry nine wives and somehow get them all to live together in perfect harmony. This idea seemed completely unimaginable.

“Is this punk actually a beast?”

Even Alloy, who was watching from the stands, looked shocked. His eyes widened in disbelief, and the calm look he usually had was replaced with tension.

Alloy had thought Fenley was incredibly talented. But now, standing next to Glenn, it was clear that Fenley was just an average player.

It hit him hard that even the most gifted individuals could be worlds apart in skill.