An Understated Dominance - Chapter 2534

Bryce’s challenge sparked a surge of excitement throughout the training ground.

The surrounding soldiers began whispering among themselves.

“Lieutenant General Gantz is a living legend. His combat skills are no joke—he’s taken down countless foes on the battlefield. I haven’t seen him fight in years,” a young soldier said, eyes wide with awe.

“Yeah,” a veteran chimed in. “He’s been through countless battles. His strength is on another level. If he steps in, Mr. Rhys might be in for a tough time.”

After witnessing the earlier spar, the soldiers knew Dustin wasn’t just talk. He had easily defeated five elite fighters.

Still, no matter how skilled Dustin seemed, they believed he couldn’t possibly match Bryce.

Bryce wasn’t just a grandmaster by title—his strength, skill, and battlefield experience set him apart. He had even defeated several grandmaster martial artists Nathaniel had once invited to spar.

To the soldiers, Dustin would be no exception.

“What’s wrong, Mr. Rhys? Getting cold feet?” Bryce asked, standing tall at the center of the training ground.

His posture radiated command and strength. Though there was no breeze, his hair seemed to flutter, and the air around him pulsed with energy.

Dustin glanced at Nathaniel, who responded with nothing more than a quiet smile.

After a moment, Dustin nodded. “Since you’re so eager, let’s trade a few moves.”

“Good. I like your spirit,” Bryce said with a grin.

He gestured toward the training ground. “There are plenty of weapons here, Mr. Rhys. Help yourself. If nothing suits you, we’ve got divine-grade weapons in the store room.”

“No need,” Dustin replied, shaking his head. “It’s just a friendly spar. No weapons necessary.”

“Fine. Hand-to-hand it is,” Bryce agreed.

He stretched his arms slowly, and his joints cracked sharply.

Dustin’s earlier display had made it clear—this opponent wasn’t to be taken lightly. It had been a long time since Bryce faced someone who could challenge him. Today, he welcomed it.

“Don’t let your guard down, Bryce,” Lycas warned in a low voice.

“Relax. I know what I’m doing,” Bryce replied with a confident smirk.

His eyes locked onto Dustin, his focus razor-sharp.

“Mr. Rhys, I’m ready when you are.”

“Go ahead,” Dustin said, gesturing calmly for Bryce to make the first move.
“Here I come!” Bryce roared.

Without hesitation, he charged forward at explosive speed. The sheer force of his sprint stirred a gust of wind and left deep footprints in his wake.

In the blink of an eye, he was in front of Dustin. His right fist shot out like a cannonball, aimed squarely at Dustin’s chest. The blow packed enough power to crush anything in its path.

But Dustin didn’t flinch. He leaned to the side, easily dodging the strike. At the same time, his left hand lashed out like a blade, targeting Bryce’s ribs.

Bryce reacted swiftly, pulling back his right arm and dodging sideways. He stepped forward with his left foot and swung his leg like an iron rod, aiming a low kick at Dustin’s legs.

Anticipating the move, Dustin pushed off the ground and leapt high into the air, gracefully avoiding the sweep. Midair, he twisted and launched a lightning-fast kick at Bryce’s head.

Bryce raised his arms just in time to guard his face. Dustin’s foot struck with a dull thud, sending a jolt through Bryce’s arms and forcing him to stumble back. His forearms went numb from the impact.

He scowled but wasted no time. Bryce retaliated with a flurry of punches, his hands blurring into afterimages as he unleashed a storm of shadowy blows.

Each strike was filled with raw power, slicing through the air with a crack like a whip.

Dustin moved like smoke in the wind—light on his feet and effortlessly agile. He weaved in and out of Bryce’s attacks, his movements precise and fluid.

No matter how fiercely Bryce pressed forward, Dustin always stayed one step ahead. When he countered, his blows sent Bryce reeling.

The soldiers watching were captivated. None of them had expected the match to be this fierce.

They had assumed Bryce would easily overpower Dustin. But now, it was clear Dustin’s strength far exceeded their expectations.

After observing for a while, Nathaniel spoke. “Logan, stop holding back. Show them what you’re really capable of.”

Others might have missed it, but Nathaniel could tell Dustin wasn’t fighting seriously.

Perhaps out of respect for Nathaniel—or to spare Bryce the humiliation—Dustin had been suppressing his true strength. He focused mainly on defense and evasion, barely initiating any attacks.

As an ultimate grandmaster, Dustin could have ended the fight within ten moves. If he’d gone all out, this battle would’ve been over long ago.

“Come on, Mr. Rhys. Let’s see what you’ve really got!” Bryce yelled, continuing to throw wild punches.

He was growing frustrated with Dustin’s evasiveness. The match felt stalled, and it was anything but satisfying.

“Alright. Since you insist,” Dustin replied with a faint smile.

In an instant, he lunged forward and drove his fist toward Bryce with unstoppable momentum. The blow struck like a falling meteor—swift, heavy, and inescapable.

Bryce’s eyes widened in alarm. He instinctively raised his arms to block.

The impact rang out like thunder across the training field.

Bryce’s guard shattered. His arms dislocated on contact, and he was hurled through the air like a rag doll.

He crashed hard into the ground, blood spilling from his nose and mouth. His expression twisted in shock and disbelief.