An Understated Dominance - Chapter 2422

Dustin held his longsword tightly, diving into the crowd like a tiger among sheep, swiftly taking out his enemies with brutal efficiency. Even without his mystical energy, his physical strength was far superior to that of an average martial artist. His speed, power, reflexes, and combat skills left everyone in his way crushed.

Each swing of his sword was precise, targeting vital spots on his opponents with deadly accuracy, leaving no chance for defense. Under his relentless attack, the assassins stood no chance. The air was filled with their screams as bodies dropped one after another.

Unlike during the tournament, Dustin was now fighting for his life, unleashing his full power. His strikes were more brutal and relentless than ever before.

“This kid’s tougher than I thought,” Hank observed, frowning as he watched his men struggle.

Hank hadn’t expected Dustin to display such impressive combat skills, even with his sealed powers. If someone as talented as Dustin couldn’t be turned into an ally, he needed to be eliminated before he became an even bigger threat.

“Attack together! Kill him at all costs!” Hank shouted to the six men who had activated the sealing formation.

These six weren’t ordinary fighters. They were genetically enhanced operatives from the Hall of Gods—emotionless, immune to pain, and indifferent to death. They followed orders without question, making them perfect killing machines.

Bailey had sent them to deal with the elites of the Sacred Wyrm Summit. But now, Hank had no choice but to use them against Dustin.

“Kill him!” he commanded.

Without hesitation, the six men in black drew their blades and charged at Dustin. They moved so quickly that the surrounding martial artists could barely keep up. All they saw were fleeting dark shadows racing by, followed by dazzling flashes of their blades that blinded the onlookers.

The sealing formation had canceled out all cultivation abilities within a 330-foot radius. However, the six men in black were unaffected by this. Their combat strength not only remained but even grew stronger. This was the frightening power of the formation.

As expected, the fight changed dramatically when they entered the fray. What had started as an easy win for Dustin turned into a fierce battle. The six men were able to hold him back, and neither side could gain the upper hand as the struggle continued.

If Dustin’s powers hadn’t been sealed, he would have easily dealt with these six opponents. Without his mystical pure energy, he had to rely only on his physical strength, which was not enough to match his adversaries.

To make matters worse, he had to keep an eye out for potential ambushes from other martial artists nearby, complicating an already tough situation.

“Hmph! Let’s see how long you can last!” Hank said with a cold, mocking smile as he watched the situation unfold. He knew Dustin was strong, but he thought it was foolish to go against the Hall of Gods. With so many allies, a simple swarm tactic would eventually wear Dustin down, and victory was just a matter of time.

“Time to die, Rhys!” Garrett, who had been hiding among the crowd, finally made his move. He had held a grudge against Dustin for a long time but had pretended to respect him due to Dustin’s strength.

Now that Dustin had betrayed the Hall of Gods and was surrounded by powerful enemies, Garrett saw his chance for revenge.

As Dustin showed a moment of weakness, Garrett quickly lunged forward, aiming his blade at Dustin’s back. Just before the strike could land, a sudden interruption occurred.

Garrett’s weapon, stopping it mid-swing.

“What’s going on?” Garrett turned, surprised to see Willard standing there with a calm expression.

“Willard! What are you doing?” Garrett shouted, his anger boiling over.

He had finally found a chance to let out his frustration, but now his teammate was blocking his attack. This only made him angrier.

“I’m not doing anything wrong. I just don’t like what you’re doing,” Willard replied, sounding relaxed.

“Are you crazy? We both work for the Hall of Gods! Are you really thinking about betraying us?” Garrett glared at him.

“Actually, I am betraying them,” Willard admitted without hesitation.

“Bastard! I’ll take you down first!” Garrett twisted his blade to break free from Willard’s grip and swung it toward Willard’s neck in a fierce attack.

Willard stepped back and effortlessly dodged the blow. He casually took a sip from his flask, as if Garrett wasn’t even a threat.

“Go to hell!” Fueled by rage, Garrett unleashed a flurry of strikes aimed at Willard.

But as Willard took another drink, his demeanor changed. He suddenly radiated a strong, commanding presence.

When Garrett swung his blade down again, Willard moved forward instead of backing away. His palm met the weapon with a loud clang.

Garrett’s blade was knocked aside, and the impact numbed his arm. Before he could react, Willard struck again with incredible speed, his palm crashing into…

Garrett was hit hard in the chest, and the force sent him flying back over ten yards. He crashed to the ground, blood pouring from his mouth and nose, leaving him unable to get up.

“Y-You… How can you use internal energy?” Garrett gasped, clutching his chest. His voice mixed shock and anger.

In the area, only the six men in black could use their abilities; everyone else had their powers sealed. So, it made no sense that Willard had unleashed the strength of a grandmaster’s internal energy with his palm strike. Garrett was baffled by how Willard had managed to break through the barriers set by the formation.