An Understated Dominance - Chapter 2511

Chapter 2511

“Warrick’s blade technique is terrifying… that has to be the finishing blow, right?”

Mulder muttered to himself.

Watching from a distance, he was awestruck by the dazzling aura radiating from the blade. Only now did he truly grasp the vast gulf between Warrick and Dustin.

Warrick’s strike descended with such overwhelming force it seemed to cleave the earth and annihilate everything in its path. Even from 300 feet away, the sheer pressure sent a chill down Mulder’s spine.

Under Mulder’s stunned gaze, Warrick brought down his full weight, blade and body merging into a single, unstoppable force that engulfed Dustin completely.

The moment they collided, a blinding explosion of light erupted. It was so intense that Mulder couldn’t even open his eyes.

A split second later, a thunderous blast rang out, and a shockwave surged outward like a tidal wave. The force flattened the sea’s surface and capsized several fishing boats docked at the pier.

Even Mulder, over 300 feet away, was caught in the blast and hurled across the ground in a tangled heap.

Gasping for breath, he scrambled to his feet. But instead of checking for injuries, his eyes locked onto the battlefield—and froze, as if struck by lightning.

Bathed in moonlight, Warrick stood perfectly still, his towering frame casting a heavy shadow. Both hands gripped his blade, frozen midair in a deadly downward slash. Yet the razor-sharp edge hovered just three inches above Dustin’s head.

It wasn’t hesitation or mercy that stopped him—Warrick simply couldn’t defeat Dustin.
Dustin had effortlessly caught the blade Warrick had swung down with all his strength—using just one hand. Just like that, he had neutralized what should’ve been a fatal blow.

Throughout the entire exchange, Dustin hadn’t moved an inch. His calm, relaxed posture made it seem as if he were simply catching a falling leaf.

“How… how is this possible?”

Mulder’s eyes widened in disbelief. He had witnessed Warrick’s strike firsthand—a blow so devastating that no one below the level of an ultimate grandmaster could have withstood it.

From his perspective, Dustin had been completely cornered with no room to retreat, forced into a defensive stance. Against such a powerful attack from Warrick, there should have been only two outcomes—death or devastating defeat.

It wasn’t an exaggeration to say that this strike could have ended the battle.

But to Mulder’s utter shock, Dustin wasn’t just alive—he had effortlessly stopped the attack. If he hadn’t seen it with his own eyes, he would never have believed that a young man barely in his twenties could possess such terrifying strength.

Could it be…

Was he already an ultimate grandmaster?

The thought sent a chill down Mulder’s spine. A man in his twenties—an ultimate grandmaster—and connected to West Lucozia?

Suddenly, a name came to mind: Logan Rhys.

A year ago, two major events had shaken the land. The royal castle crushed a rebellion and wiped out the last remnants of the Dragon Guard.

Many believed Rufus was behind both victories, but those on the inside knew the truth: it was all thanks to the crown prince.

Logan had helped the castle quell the uprising. He also ambushed and killed the ultimate grandmaster Reagen, eliminating one of West Lucozia’s deadliest threats.
Lucozia’s greatest threats.

And then, he vanished without a trace—as if he had never existed.

Mulder didn’t want to believe it, but after witnessing the battle, he couldn’t help but connect the man before him to Logan.

Across all of West Lucozia, he couldn’t think of anyone else capable of such a feat. Who else possessed talent rivaling the legendary Prince Logan?

At that moment, Mulder wasn’t the only one trembling with fear.

Warrick—still locked in the battle—was even more horrified. Sweat streamed down his face as he stared at Dustin, who stood half a head shorter. His expression was one of utter disbelief.

His grip on the blade trembled uncontrollably, for he had already begun to suspect Dustin’s identity. If he wasn’t mistaken, the man standing before him was Logan Rhys—the prodigious prince of West Lucozia and a peerless talent who defied all logic.

No wonder. No wonder Dustin looked familiar. No wonder Warrick had felt a lingering unease from the beginning. The signs had been there all along.

“Y-You’re Logan Rhys?” he stammered.

Warrick’s voice came out hoarse, his eyes filled with dread and disbelief.

But beyond Dustin’s identity, what truly terrified Warrick was the overwhelming power he had just witnessed. With nothing but a bare hand, Dustin had stopped a full-force strike from Warrick’s blade.

It was utterly terrifying.

If Warrick was right, Dustin had already reached the level of ultimate grandmaster. Nothing else could explain such strength.

An ultimate grandmaster in his twenties.

He was a monster.