An Understated Dominance - Chapter 2507

Chapter 2507
“Oh? So we’re going all out now?” Dustin smirked, a hint of amusement flashing in his eyes.

Mulder, who had only reached the rank of grandmaster through artificial means, had a weak foundation. Even with the effects of the enhanced serum coursing through his body, he was still no match for Dustin. If Mulder were a hundred times stronger, he might have stood a chance—just barely.

As the serum’s effects pushed his body to its absolute limit, Mulder let out a furious roar. His muscles swelled at an alarming rate, and his bones audibly cracked as they expanded. His entire frame grew larger, stretching unnaturally as his clothes tore apart under the strain.

In mere moments, his six-foot stature surged past seven feet, his body grotesquely mutating. His face contorted with fury, and his skin darkened as rough, black scales emerged across his body.

With another guttural growl, his roar became almost beastlike. Grabbing what remained of his shredded shirt, he ripped it away, exposing his broad, scale-covered chest. A faint, eerie sheen flickered across its surface.

“Die, punk!” Mulder bellowed.

He lunged forward like a cannonball, the sheer force of his movement causing the ground beneath him to explode outward, sending shattered rock flying in all directions.

“Unbelievable speed!” Warrick’s eyes widened in shock.

He had heard about the Hall of Gods’ enhanced serum before, but witnessing its power firsthand was something else entirely.

Before taking the serum, Mulder had only been at the early grandmaster stage. Now, he had broken through to an entirely new level. His speed, strength, reflexes, and durability had all been drastically enhanced.

It was no exaggeration to say that he was now more than twice as powerful as before. Just a single dose of the serum had turned him into a monster.

No wonder the Hall of Gods had been expanding so rapidly in recent years. With these serums, they could mass-produce powerful fighters without needing natural talent or years of training.

Warrick silently congratulated himself on his decision. Once he joined the Hall of Gods, his status and influence would only rise. Reaching the rank of High God would be inevitable. The wealth and freedom he’d gain would far surpass anything West Lucozia could ever offer him.

As Mulder hurtled toward Dustin, his sword cut through the air in a deadly arc. The sheer force behind it distorted the air, the sea seemed to split in its wake, and the temperature around them dropped sharply.

Under Warrick’s astonished gaze, Mulder’s sword sliced cleanly through Dustin’s neck, the cold gleam of the blade flashing as it passed.

“Did he really just die?” Warrick muttered, momentarily stunned by the sight.

Just moments ago, Dustin had held the upper hand. Even with the enhanced serum, Mulder shouldn’t have been able to win so easily. Yet, with a single strike, it seemed the fight had ended—something felt off.

As Warrick pondered this, an unbelievable sight unfolded before him.

Dustin, the one who had supposedly been struck down, dissolved into mist. Then, in the blink of an eye, he reappeared behind Mulder.

“An afterimage?” Warrick’s eyes widened, his expression growing tense.

Despite his keen vision, he had completely lost track of Dustin’s movement. The speed was beyond comprehension.

Now, it all made sense—Dustin had dared to face them alone because he had something backing him. With footwork and speed like that, even if he couldn’t win, escape would be effortless.

In other words, he had already placed himself in an unshakable position. Even if Warrick stepped in, catching him would be nearly impossible unless they found a way to slow him down or trap him.

“Where are you swinging at? I’m over here,” Dustin said, his voice light and playful.

He had appeared just behind Mulder, casually tapping his shoulder—like a predator toying with its prey.

“Go to hell!” Mulder roared.

Consumed by rage, he whirled around and slashed his sword with explosive force. This time, his attack was even faster, fiercer—like a bolt of black lightning streaking through the air.

But before the blade could connect, Dustin vanished.

In the next instant, he was already sixteen feet away.

“I’ll kill you! I’ll make you regret this!” Mulder bellowed.

His fury was absolute, his mind clouded with rage. He no longer cared about tactics—only destruction.

Like a wild beast, he launched into a relentless assault, his strikes wild and unrefined. There was no finesse, no strategy—just sheer, overwhelming force. But each slash carried terrifying speed and power, tearing through the air as if he meant to obliterate everything in sight.

Within seconds, the space within thirty feet was filled with flashing arcs of steel. His sword left behind deadly streaks, slicing through the air with a sharp, ear-splitting hiss.

An impenetrable web of destruction descended upon Dustin, sealing off all escape routes. It was a reckless, all-out attack. No matter how fast or skilled Dustin was, there was no way to dodge a 360-degree assault like this.

“Such incredible speed… The sheer force of those strikes is terrifying,” Warrick murmured, his shock giving way to exhilaration.

Though Mulder was fighting wildly, he had—perhaps unintentionally—stumbled upon an effective counter.

Dustin’s agility made it nearly impossible to land a direct hit, so Mulder abandoned precision entirely. Instead, he filled every inch of space around him with a relentless storm of slashes, creating a death trap that left no room to escape.

No matter how skilled Dustin was, if he got caught in that storm of blades, he would be torn to pieces.

This was brute strength overpowering technique.