An Understated Dominance - Chapter 2401
Glenn was not only a master swordsman, but his technique was also perfect. Every strike he made was surprising, relentless, and hard to block. His attacks came in waves, each one stronger than the last.
What made him even more frightening were the six divine swords that followed his every command. They acted like extensions of his own will.
The swords threw Dustin off balance, striking from every direction and blocking any chance for him to escape. They moved in perfect harmony with Glenn, leaving no room for Dustin to counterattack.
Dustin had no choice but to dodge and parry. If it weren’t for his incredible agility and sword skills, he would have been defeated in just moments.
Even so, the pressure was intense. It felt like he was facing not just Glenn, but six or seven skilled opponents at once. Any lapse in focus or opening could mean his defeat.
What made it even more challenging was that Dustin wasn’t making any progress. He had to concentrate on dodging and blocking while also trying to find an opportunity to strike back, which made everything harder.
“This is thrilling! Their speed and sword skills are on another level. For any sword lover, this is a real treat!” one spectator exclaimed.
“I have to say, Dustin’s skills are impressive. Even with Glenn’s seven swords attacking him, he’s still holding his ground,” another person noted.
“This match is full of suspense. It’s hard to tell who will win,” a third voice chimed in.
As the audience watched Dustin and Glenn battle in the ring, there was a buzz of excited chatter.
Some gamblers, especially those who had placed bets, couldn’t hide their nervousness. It looked like Glenn had the upper hand, steadily pressing his attack. However, he hadn’t landed a decisive hit yet.
fight, and no one could predict the outcome.
Most people had placed their bets on Glenn, believing he was the safer choice. He had a high chance of winning, but the odds were low, which meant only a small profit. If he lost, those who bet on him would take a big hit.
“Glenn’s already got Dustin on the ropes with seven swords. It looks like the fight is almost over,” Alloy said, narrowing his eyes as he observed the battle.
Earlier, Fenley had no chance against Glenn’s seventh sword, but Dustin had managed to hold his ground so far. Still, Glenn had two swords left—the strongest ones. Alloy was confident that once those came into play, Dustin wouldn’t last much longer.
“The two are evenly matched. It’s too soon to declare a winner, right?” Penelope chimed in with her raspy voice.
“Madam Penelope, we both know that once Glenn uses his last two swords, Dustin won’t stand a chance. There’s no point in holding on to false hope,” Alloy replied, shaking his head with a knowing smile.
Despite his differences with the Sword Union, he had placed his bet and wanted Glenn to win.
“True, Glenn has two swords left, but what if Dustin has a surprise for us?” she chuckled darkly. “These young martial artists often surprise us old-timers. Give them a few years, and they might outshine us.”
Alloy’s smile faded, and he fell silent. He wasn’t entirely convinced by Penelope’s words, but a nagging thought lingered in his mind. If Dustin did have a trick up his sleeve, the match could take an unexpected turn.
On the battle ring, Glenn continued his relentless attack. With each swing of his Fang Master, afterimages blurred in its wake as they struck Dustin.
Meanwhile, the six other divine swords darted back and forth, pressing in on Dustin like a boat caught in a violent storm, battered by the unyielding waves.
Despite a relentless series of attacks, Glenn refused to give up.
“Elderflame! Go!” he shouted, frustrated that he couldn’t break through Dustin’s defenses.
A bright streak of golden light shot into the sky, spinning before hurtling down toward Dustin like a falling star.
“ArcMor!” Dustin shouted, his body tensing as he unleashed his mystical energy. A giant, illusory tortoise appeared around him, forming a protective barrier. With no way to escape or dodge, he braced himself to take the hit directly.
The golden sword came crashing down onto his protective armor.
A thunderous explosion shook the ground, sending shockwaves through the battle ring. The blue shield around them flickered and trembled like a candle in a strong wind.
“Hold on, everyone!” Oron yelled.
He and the other three masters from Sacred Wyrm Summit focused their energy into the formation to keep it steady.
In the center of the ring, Glenn’s Elderflame sword hovered ominously above Dustin, its sharp tip pressing heavily against the protective barrier.
The tortoise surrounding Dustin began to crack, the fractures spreading quickly across its surface. It was clear that his defenses were weakening.
“Voidreaver!” Glenn seized the moment and called forth his ninth divine sword.
The Voidreaver was ranked eighth on the Divine Weapon List, even stronger than Dustin’s Celestial Blade, which was ranked ninth.
The sword shot out of its case, growing rapidly as it soared upward. In moments, it transformed into a colossal weapon, over 30 feet long and six feet wide.
Its pitch-black surface radiated a dark, threatening energy, making it feel as if it had emerged from the depths of the underworld. Just one glance was enough to send chills down anyone’s spine.
“Strike him!” Glenn commanded.
Glenn raised his sword finger and brought it down with great force.
The massive Voidreaver shot up into the sky before diving down with a loud crash. It came at Dustin like a building collapsing, ready to squash him into dust.