An Understated Dominance - Chapter 2513

Chapter 2513

Mulder knew Warrick had spent years on the battlefield and possessed unmatched physical strength. On top of that, he was already halfway to becoming an ultimate grandmaster.

Even if Warrick couldn’t defeat the prodigious Logan, Mulder figured the gap between them wouldn’t be too great.

But he never expected Logan to defeat Warrick with a single finger—leaving him gravely injured and unable to stand. The difference in their strength was far beyond anything Mulder had imagined.

In other words, Logan had been toying with them from the beginning, never taking the fight seriously. If he had, they would’ve all been dead by now.

Warrick clutched his chest and coughed up blood as he staggered to his feet. His torso was scorched and torn open, flesh bloodied and raw—a gruesome, horrifying sight.

“I didn’t expect you to be this strong. I underestimated you,” he growled.

He slowly lifted his head, his face contorted with rage and defiance. “Guess I was just unlucky to fall into your hands today. Go ahead, make it quick. Finish me off.”

True to his character, even in defeat, he would rather die than beg for mercy.

“Don’t worry. I’m not going to kill you—at least not yet. You’re still useful,” Dustin said.

With a flick of his wrist, three silver needles shot out and pierced Warrick’s vital pressure points.

Warrick’s body shuddered, and he collapsed. His limbs went limp, and he couldn’t even lift a finger.

“What did you do to me?” Warrick yelled.

He was both shocked and enraged. Realizing he was completely immobilized was bad enough—but now, even his internal energy had been sealed. He was utterly powerless and at Dustin’s mercy.

“Relax. I’ve only sealed your cultivation,” Dustin replied calmly.

He stepped forward, about to grab Warrick, when something unexpected occurred.

A blood-red light suddenly flickered in the night sky. At first, it looked like any ordinary star, faint and barely noticeable. But in the blink of an eye, it expanded a hundredfold and morphed into a massive blood-red moon.

The moon plummeted swiftly, growing larger with every passing second. A trail of fiery red flames streamed behind it—like a falling star heralding catastrophe.

Thunder rumbled through the heavens as the blood-red moon soared overhead.

Wherever it passed, the wind and clouds twisted violently. The very air distorted under its presence. A terrifying, overwhelming force descended from the sky and struck the center of the dock.
At that instant, within a 300-foot radius, the sea froze, the wind ceased, and even time seemed to stop.

Warrick and Mulder felt their breath catch under an invisible weight pressing against their chests. They couldn’t move or even feel their heartbeats. It was as if they had become figures in a painting—lifeless, trapped in a frozen moment.

“Hmm?”
Dustin slowly lifted his head. As he gazed at the falling blood-red moon, he sensed a crushing pressure. Without hesitation, he raised his hand and formed a protective barrier above him.

A second later, the massive blood-red moon—nearly 30 feet wide—slammed into the barrier with a deafening explosion.

The ground trembled violently as a shockwave of raw energy blasted outward from the impact. The previously still sea erupted into chaos, and the motionless winds turned into a raging storm.

Warrick and the others, still paralyzed by the pressure, were tossed through the air like ragdolls. They were flung over 30 feet and hit the ground hard, their already serious injuries worsening.

Oddly, compared to the fear that had gripped them moments ago, they now felt strangely grounded. At least now, they knew they were still alive.

But when the blood-red moon struck, they truly believed the end had come.

The energy wave flattened everything on the dock. Several nearby fishing boats were instantly torn apart, reduced to floating debris.

When the dust finally settled, the scene before them left Warrick and the others in shock.

Where the blood-red moon had landed, a massive crater—about 100 feet wide—had formed.

Dustin, who had stood at the center just moments earlier, had vanished as if he’d evaporated into thin air.

In his place, a godlike figure hovered above the crater.

He wore red armor that shimmered like fish scales, his towering frame radiating power. With a rugged face and long, wavy hair, he held a golden trident in one hand.

Hovering midair, his eyes—deep blue like the ocean—swept over the group with an indifferent gaze that acknowledged no one.

“Hmm?”

Mulder’s eyes widened in disbelief as he saw the man’s face. Ignoring his injuries, he immediately dropped to his knees and bowed his head in deep respect.

His voice trembled with reverence. “Mulder at your service, Lord Poseidon.”

“What? He’s Poseidon?”
Warrick’s entire body tensed as shock and excitement surged through him.

Poseidon—one of the four royal gods of the Hall of Gods—was a legendary figure, an ultimate grandmaster, and a symbol of unmatched power.

Warrick had never imagined that such a mythic figure would appear here in West Lucozia to save him. A sigh of relief escaped him, joy flooding his heart.

He was saved.

With Poseidon here, Warrick had nothing left to fear—not Logan, not even the entire army of West Lucozia.