An Understated Dominance - Chapter 2510

Chapter 2510

“So what if I am? And what if I push even further?” Dustin’s smile slowly faded. “If you don’t like it, then do something about it.”

There was no reasoning with tyrants like Warrick.

“Punk, are you really willing to risk your life against me? Have you even considered what happens if you lose?” Warrick’s face darkened as a wave of killing intent surged from him.

He had already stepped back to avoid unnecessary trouble. But if Dustin insisted on pushing forward, then there was no avoiding a fight.

“Cut the crap. You wanna fight, fight.” Dustin didn’t waste words.

With a flick of his wrist, a silver needle shot silently toward Warrick’s forehead—unassuming, yet deadly.

“Hmm?”

Warrick’s brow furrowed as he instinctively raised his arm. Sparks flew as the needle deflected off it and embedded itself into the ground.

“Oh? You’ve mastered the Adamantine Body Technique?” Dustin narrowed his eyes.

In that instant, he saw through Warrick’s technique. Not only was the man halfway to becoming an ultimate grandmaster, but his physical strength was on an entirely different level.

Dustin’s earlier probing attack hadn’t even scratched him.

Then again, it made sense. A man who had survived countless battles and risen to such a high rank wouldn’t be weak. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have escaped from the castle a few days ago—even after being drugged with Trangurin.

“Damn you, bastard! I was going to spare you, but since you don’t know what’s good for you—go to hell!” Warrick’s expression twisted.
With fury, he unsheathed his sword.

With a powerful push of his foot, he shot forward like a cannonball straight at Dustin.

“Such speed.” Mulder, slumped nearby on the ground, couldn’t hide his shock.

Warrick moved faster than his eyes could track—just a blur of motion.

A first-ranking general of Warrick’s caliber was far from an ordinary soldier.

“Take this!” Warrick roared as he lunged.

His sword sliced through the air in a blur, aimed straight for Dustin’s head. The strike looked deceptively simple, but the force behind it was overwhelming. The air itself seemed to twist and ripple, as though the night was being torn apart.

Just before the blade landed, Dustin didn’t meet it head-on. Instead, he subtly shifted to the side, dodging the strike with ease.

Warrick missed, but he didn’t hesitate. In one fluid motion, he followed up with a swift horizontal slash aimed at Dustin’s waist. This second attack came even faster, showcasing his battle-hardened precision.

Dustin tapped his foot against the ground and quickly retreated, narrowly avoiding the deadly strike.

“You think you can keep dodging?” Warrick sneered, eyes flashing with bloodlust.

He swung again without pause. Every strike carried crushing power, and his unrelenting speed and deadly accuracy made defense nearly impossible.
Dustin was forced into a constant retreat, weaving and dodging as the relentless attacks came crashing in.

“So this is Sir Prescott’s strength… He’s truly impressive,” Mulder muttered.

His expression turned grim as he focused on the battle. Even with his trained eyes, he couldn’t follow their movements—only the flurry of sword flashes as Warrick pressed his assault.

A true expert needed only one move to reveal their mastery.

When Mulder had fought Dustin earlier, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t gain the upper hand. It had been a one-sided struggle.

But Warrick was on another level. With overwhelming strength and years of battlefield experience, he took control the moment he struck. His attacks were like a raging storm—unstoppable and unavoidable.

Had Mulder been in Dustin’s place, he doubted he would’ve lasted more than three moves. If he wasn’t mistaken, Warrick had already stepped into the early stage of an ultimate grandmaster.

No wonder the Hall of Gods had gone to such lengths to rescue him. A warrior of that caliber was a priceless asset.

“You were talking big just a moment ago, punk. What happened? Why are you just dodging? Come on, fight me!” Warrick taunted.

He fought with growing ferocity. His sword moved faster and faster as his momentum surged. Each slash streaked through the night, plunging into the sea and stirring up towering waves.

“Dammit! If you’d stepped in earlier, I wouldn’t be in this state,” Mulder cursed under his breath, watching as Warrick dominated the fight.

He’d wasted a priceless enhanced serum and nearly gotten himself killed battling Dustin. All of it could’ve been avoided. If Warrick had acted sooner, Mulder could have beaten Dustin without a scratch.

Even if they won now, Mulder had already suffered serious injuries. He couldn’t help but feel a flicker of resentment toward Warrick.

“Time to end this, punk!” Warrick growled.

His relentless assault drove Dustin to the very edge of the dock. One more step, and he’d fall into the sea.

With nowhere left to retreat, Dustin was trapped—so Warrick unleashed his final, deadly strike.

Leaping high into the air, his sword erupted with light, extending into a massive aura nearly 30 feet long. He brought it down on Dustin with thunderous force.

The strike descended like a mountain—unstoppable and brimming with overwhelming power.