An Understated Dominance - Chapter 2394

Abigail moved quickly, darting in and out like a shadow. Her speed created a blur that made it hard for anyone watching to keep up with her.

In contrast, Dustin stood completely still, not moving at all.

“Fallen Fist!” Abigail shouted as she charged forward. She unleashed a series of powerful strikes, sending dozens of black palm shadows racing toward him, each one like a bullet aimed to hit its mark.

Abigail practiced a special martial art that had deadly, voodoo-like powers. Anyone who came into contact with her could be killed. However, Dustin’s body was immune to all poisons, making him a strong counter to her lethal attacks.

As the shadow palms rushed toward him, Dustin remained calm and pushed his palm forward. A strong gust of wind shot out, colliding with the black palm shadows.

When they hit, Abigail’s black palms exploded into thick clouds of dark mist that quickly spread throughout the entire battle ring, trapping them inside.

“What is this? Poison mist?” someone in the crowd asked.

“She attacked with internal energy but released poison mist. That’s an unusual technique,” another spectator noted.

The crowd below whispered in surprise, watching the swirling poison mist. Using poison wasn’t strange for the Mystic Arts Order. Unlike the Dawson Clan’s hidden weapons, the Mystic Arts Order’s poisons were more sneaky and unpredictable. Often, those who were poisoned didn’t realize it until it was too late.

If Dustin hadn’t sensed the danger in time and used his palm wind to break apart the black palm shadows, he wouldn’t have had a chance to react as they closed in on him. When dealing with members of the Mystic Arts Order, it was crucial to stay alert.

Abigail moved gracefully through the thick poison mist, her movements fluid and precise.

the ground shook beneath him. He focused his energy and created a wave that pushed the poison mist away, clearing his view.

As the mist parted, he spotted Abigail again. She was now crouched low, preparing for her next move. “I see you,” he called out, a confident grin on his face.

Abigail didn’t respond. Instead, she darted forward like a flash, her movements quick and fluid. She was aiming for his side, hoping to catch him off guard.

But Dustin was ready. He sidestepped her attack, and as she passed by, he turned and struck out with his palm. A burst of energy shot towards her, but Abigail was already leaping into the air, narrowly avoiding the blow.

“Nice try!” she taunted, flipping in the air.

Dustin chuckled, impressed by her agility. “You’ve improved a lot, Abigail. But you’ll need more than speed to win this.”

With determination, Abigail landed and quickly gathered her energy. She knew she had to be smart about this fight. Instead of charging at him again, she decided to use the environment to her advantage.

She dashed toward the thickest part of the poison mist, disappearing from sight. Dustin furrowed his brow, aware that she was trying to confuse him.

“Clever girl,” he muttered to himself, keeping his senses sharp.

He could feel the weight of the mist around him, and he knew Abigail was using it to hide. But he also remembered the way she had moved before. With a quick decision, he stomped the ground again, creating a shockwave that caused the mist to swirl violently.

Suddenly, Abigail was back in view, caught off-guard by the sudden change. She stumbled, and Dustin seized the opportunity.

“Got you!” he shouted, launching himself forward with a powerful strike aimed at her.

Abigail barely had time to react. She quickly rolled to the side, but Dustin’s energy grazed her arm, sending a shock through her body.

“Alright, maybe I underestimated you a bit,” she admitted, getting back to her feet.

Dustin nodded, a glimmer of respect in his eyes. “Just remember, it’s not always about speed. Strategy matters too.”

With that, the two continued their dance of attacks and evasions, each trying to outsmart the other amidst the swirling poison mist.

A burst of mystical energy erupted, shaking the ground with a loud crack. A powerful shockwave surged forward, scattering the black poison mist like a storm sweeping through.

Abigail’s surprise attack was quickly stopped. As the mist cleared, she found herself just a few feet from Dustin, and their eyes locked.

She let out an awkward chuckle, a nervous smile appearing on her face.

“Enough with the games. Show me what you really can do. Let’s see how much you’ve improved.” Dustin stood calmly, hands clasped behind his back, not in a hurry to act.

“Then I won’t hold back.” Abigail was ready to reveal her true strength. She called upon her bloodline power.

With a mighty cry, a massive Dark Phoenix appeared behind her. It looked striking and powerful.

The phoenix had a wingspan of nearly 65 feet, and its tail flickered with dark flames that pulsed with ominous energy. Its fierce eyes burned with bloodlust, sending chills through anyone who met its gaze.

“Wow! What is that?” someone gasped.

“Is that… a phoenix?”

“I heard the Grand Sorceress of the Mystic Arts Order has the Phoenix bloodline. When awakened, her power is said to be unstoppable.”

“Wait! I know about the Phoenix bloodline, but why is hers dark?”

As Abigail displayed her bloodline power, the crowd below erupted with excitement.

The Mystic Arts Order had a rich history, and everyone knew the Grand Sorceress had a Phoenix bloodline. But the phoenix she summoned was nothing like they had imagined. Instead of the expected sacred energy, it radiated pure darkness.

“Watch out, Sir!”

After tapping into her bloodline power, Abigail transformed completely. She became cold and fierce, radiating a dangerous energy. Black mist surrounded her, making her look like a demon from the depths of hell.

“Bring it on,” Dustin said, his eyes shining with determination as he stood his ground.

“Dark Phoenix Cry!” Abigail shouted.

She opened her arms wide, and the black phoenix behind her spread its wings with a piercing cry. Suddenly, a wave of black flames shot into the sky, threatening to engulf the Celestial Blade.

With a quick shake of her arms, the Dark Phoenix flapped its wings. A storm of black feathers turned into arrows, flying straight toward Dustin.

These feathers were not just ordinary; they were covered in black flames. The flames were deadly, filled with a strong corrosive poison. Anyone touched by the flames would suffer, their skin and bones decaying until they turned to dust.