An Understated Dominance - Chapter 2504

Chapter 2504
“You’re not a fisherman? Who the hell are you?”

Mulder’s guard shot up the moment he got a clear look at the young man’s face.

Fishermen who spent their days at sea were usually tanned from the sun, but this one had a fair complexion. Something felt off.

Sensing the unease, the men behind Mulder drew their blades, their sharp gazes locking onto the so-called fisherman.

But this wasn’t just anyone.

It was Dustin—who had been waiting for them all along.

Since setting his plan in motion, he had been stationed there from morning until midnight. After what felt like an eternity, his targets had finally arrived.

“Isn’t it obvious? I’m here to capture you.”

Dustin rose from the deck, rolling his shoulders before speaking in an even tone. “If you don’t want to die, surrender now. Otherwise, it’ll be too late.”

“Watch out! It could be an ambush.”

Mulder swiftly pulled out his dagger, his sharp gaze scanning the surroundings for any sign of hidden troops.

His subordinates instinctively formed a defensive circle, bracing for an attack from the shadows. But despite their heightened vigilance, the area remained eerily calm.

They were specially trained with razor-sharp perception. Under normal circumstances, if an ambush were nearby, they would have noticed.

“Don’t bother looking—it’s just me,” Dustin Read on agrokhabar net said flatly. “I don’t need an army to deal with the likes of you.”

“Hmm?” Mulder frowned, sizing him up before letting out a sneer. “Punk, you’re getting a little too full of yourself. You really think you can stop all of us on your own? What a foolish dream.”

If Dustin had an army lying in wait, they’d be as good as dead. But he was alone and hardly looked like a threat. Forget stopping them—he’d be lucky to walk away in one piece.

“Stop wasting time on this fool. He’s just stalling. Kill him and take the boat—we’re getting out of here.”

Warrick, standing at the back, finally spoke up.

Something about the young man on the fishing boat felt oddly familiar, but Warrick couldn’t quite place him. Still, his confidence was unsettling. Either he had backup, or he had a death wish.

“What are you all standing around for? Get him.”

Mulder wasted no time in giving the kill order.

Like Warrick, he had his doubts. On one hand, he worried Dustin was stalling for time. On the other, something about the entire situation felt off.

“Attack!”
Several of Mulder’s subordinates exchanged glances before raising their blades and charging forward.

As elites of the Hall of Gods, they were each strong enough to take on a hundred enemies alone. When fighting together, their combined strength multiplied, making them an unstoppable force against anyone below the level of a grandmaster.

Seeing their opponent—who appeared to be in his early twenties—they found it hard to believe he could be that strong.

The first attacker lunged forward, swinging his blade down with lightning speed.

However, Dustin’s figure blurred and vanished.

The strike hit nothing but air. Before the attacker could even process what had happened, a crushing blow landed on his abdomen. His body flew backward like a broken kite, crashing into a rock before crumpling to the ground in pain.

At the same time, two more attackers closed in from either side, their swords flashing toward Dustin’s throat in a perfectly synchronized strike. There was no wasted movement, no unnecessary flair—just pure, ruthless efficiency.

Just as the blades were about to pierce his vital points, Dustin casually raised a hand and caught both swords between his fingers.

“What?”

The attackers’ faces twisted in shock, disbelief flashing in their eyes.

Stopping a sword barehanded was unheard of. A feat like this was only possible when the difference in strength was overwhelming.

They struggled to free their weapons, but it was as if an iron vice had locked them in place. The swords wouldn’t budge an inch.

“Time to die!”

The final attacker seized the opportunity and darted behind Dustin, gripping his broadsword with both hands. He raised it high and brought it down in a devastating overhead slash. The sword descended like a thunderbolt—unstoppable.

“Got him.”

Mulder’s eyes lit up.

Though something felt off about this opponent, Mulder trusted his subordinates. They were well-trained and highly coordinated. The Read on agrokhabar net first few attackers had drawn Dustin’s attention, setting up the last man to deliver a fatal strike.

From Mulder’s perspective, there was no way a normal person could react in time.

As expected, the broadsword struck Dustin’s head. But contrary to everyone’s expectations, his skull didn’t split open.

Instead, a deafening crack echoed through the air.

To everyone’s shock, the sharp broadsword snapped in half upon impact.

“Huh?”

The sight left them stunned.

Catching a blade barehanded was one thing, but taking a direct strike to the head, shattering the weapon in the process, and remaining completely unscathed—what kind of monster was this?

“H-How is this possible?”

The attacker stared at the broken blade in his trembling hands, at a complete loss.

It was as if their target’s body was made of iron. Their attacks had no effect.

All their careful coordination, all their plans for an ambush—at that moment, it all became a joke.

The difference between them was simply too vast to overcome.