An Understated Dominance - Chapter 2508

Chapter 2508
“This is getting interesting.” Dustin smirked as the dense barrage of sword slashes rained down upon him. In the blink of an eye, his figure dissolved into a wisp of smoke and vanished.

A storm of sword shadows, carrying enough force to split rivers and overturn seas, crashed onto the fishing boat where he had just been standing. The entire vessel shattered instantly—some fragments sinking into the depths, while others drifted across the water.

“What? He dodged it?” Warrick’s eyes flickered with disbelief.

Mulder’s attack had been a full 360-degree assault. Once caught in its range, there was no room to dodge—only the option to endure. He couldn’t comprehend how Dustin had managed to avoid it.

Did he just teleport?

“Hiding like a coward? What kind of warrior are you? Fight me head-on!”

Frustrated by yet another failed attack, Mulder grew desperate. The enhanced serum coursing through his veins would only last for fifteen minutes. If the fight dragged on, he’d collapse from exhaustion before Dustin even needed to lift a finger.

He needed to finish this—fast.

But Dustin’s movements were too elusive. No matter how Mulder attacked, he couldn’t land a single hit. And once the serum’s effects wore off, the consequences would be dire.

“You want a fight, huh? Fine. I’ll give you a chance to regret overestimating yourself.”

Dustin reappeared before Mulder, calm and composed. With a slight smirk, he raised a single finger, beckoning him forward.

“Such arrogance! Let’s see if you can handle this!” Mulder took a deep breath, gathering every ounce of strength he had left.

He knew this was his last chance. If this strike didn’t finish Dustin—and Dustin managed to escape—capturing him again would be nearly impossible. Mulder had to put everything into this final attack.

Dark energy surged around him as his body expanded further. Thunder rumbled in the distance, and the wind howled wildly, responding to the immense power he unleashed.

“Raging Tempest!” Mulder roared.

He shot into the air and began spinning like a whirlwind. His sword moved with his body, slashing through the air at blinding speed. A visible vortex of wind coiled around the blade, growing stronger with each rotation.

Then, midair, he suddenly halted—gathering all his power into one devastating downward slash.

The moment the sword descended, the ground rumbled, the sea trembled, and the surrounding fishing boats rocked violently.

A colossal sword aura, stretching over thirty feet long, came crashing down with unstoppable force, aimed directly at Dustin. Even before it fully landed, the sheer pressure sent sand and debris flying, parting the sea in its wake.

Dustin watched the incoming attack without flinching. He remained motionless until the very last second—then slowly raised his hand.

“Go to hell!” Mulder sneered.

Sensing Dustin’s apparent recklessness, Mulder poured every last bit of his grandmaster-level energy into the strike. The sword aura surged even more violently, its ferocity reaching its peak.

The devastating slash struck Dustin head-on.

A violent shockwave erupted from the point of impact, sending dust and debris soaring into the air. Boats tipped over, and the sea churned violently, waves rising like towering walls.

As the dust settled, Warrick’s expression shifted drastically. He was stunned—Mulder’s full-strength killing blow had been caught effortlessly.

Dustin held the deadly sword strike between his fingers. The fearsome aura that should have cleaved him apart hadn’t even ruffled his hair.

“This… This is impossible!” Warrick’s eyes widened in disbelief.

The sheer force behind that attack was enough to make even him hesitate, yet Dustin had stopped it with just two fingers.

What kind of monster was he?

But it wasn’t just Warrick who was shaken—Mulder, the one who had unleashed the strike, was just as shocked.

He had poured everything into that attack, convinced that even if it didn’t kill Dustin outright, it would at least leave him severely wounded.

Yet the reality before him was unimaginable. His strongest, serum-enhanced strike had been stopped without even leaving a scratch.

It was completely unfathomable.

With a mere flick of his finger, Dustin sent a powerful shockwave surging through Mulder’s body, knocking him back several yards. He landed hard on the ground, the impact rattling his bones. The sword in his grip snapped in two with a sharp crack.

“You…”

Mulder sat there, drenched in sweat, his face ashen. He opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out. Deep down, he knew—he had been utterly defeated.

Dustin’s strength was beyond anything he had ever imagined. They weren’t even in the same league.

It didn’t matter how many enhanced serums Mulder consumed or how many techniques he used—nothing he did could even touch Dustin.

His earlier bravado now felt like a cruel joke.

At that moment, he finally understood why the castle had only sent Dustin to deal with them. With power like his, taking them down was nothing more than child’s play.