An Understated Dominance - Chapter 2536

Lycas clenched his broadsword with both hands and roared, the sound cracking through the air like thunder.

He sidestepped sharply, then charged Dustin like a rampaging bull.

The hefty blade felt weightless in his grip, carving forward with brutal speed; every arc hissed, as if ready to cleave anything in its path.

The broadsword crashed down at Dustin with bone-splintering force, like a mountain dropping from the sky.

Lycas hurled his full weight into the swing, kicking up dust that billowed in gritty plumes.

He knew Dustin was no ordinary foe; to have any chance, he had to strike first and seize the initiative.

“Nice form,” Dustin remarked.

While Lycas unleashed his furious assault, Dustin remained calm and unruffled. With effortless grace, he slipped aside without the slightest haste.

The broadsword whistled past, grazing his clothes and leaving a gusty wake.

With a brisk flick, Dustin’s sword lashed out like a viper, thrusting toward Lycas’s shoulder as he sidestepped.

Lycas reacted instantly. Spinning from the missed slash, he reversed into a sweeping horizontal arc.

Steel flashed in sunlight—a silver streak hurtling toward Dustin’s waist with blistering speed and crushing power.

Lycas didn’t try to block; he gambled on a savage trade.

A stab to the shoulder might wound him, but his own cut could split Dustin in two.

Convinced Dustin would retreat, Lycas pressed on.

And that was exactly what happened.

As the broadsword scythed across, Dustin sprang upward, abandoning his thrust to dodge the lethal sweep.

At the same moment, he snapped his longsword downward in a whip-like slash aimed at Lycas’s arm.

The angle was awkward, the velocity lightning-fast—almost impossible to defend.

Yet Lycas was quick. He raised his broadsword and caught Dustin’s blade on the flat.

A sharp clang rang out, sparks spraying like a bell’s peal across the training ground.

The collision sent a numbing tremor through Lycas’s arm, startling him.

He had expected Dustin to rely solely on agility, but the man’s explosive strength was equally formidable—far beyond ordinary.
There was no time to hesitate. Lycas swung his broadsword, launching another devastating attack.

Designed for raw power, the broadsword landed with heavy, unrelenting force. Each swing carried the potential to end the fight. Even a glancing blow could deal serious damage if it found its mark.

The battle intensified. Dustin and Lycas shifted between offense and defense, their movements a blur as they clashed with unrelenting ferocity.

Having fought through countless battles, Lycas knew how to capitalize on his strengths, even when outmatched. That alone placed him far above Bryce.

Their duel became a whirlwind of steel—far too fast for the average eye to follow.

Both warriors fully exploited their weapons’ advantages.

Lycas wielded his broadsword to dominate the battlefield, his wide, sweeping strikes landing with thunderous impact and keeping opponents at bay.

Dustin’s longsword, by contrast, was swift and nimble—perfect for fluid transitions and rapid strikes.

Coupled with his unpredictable footwork, his style was a seamless blend of movement and precision.

Though the outcome remained uncertain, the spectacle captivated everyone watching. The intensity left them breathless and impressed.

But as time wore on, Lycas began to feel the strain.

No matter how forcefully he attacked or how many powerful swings he delivered, Dustin blocked each strike effortlessly—and countered with precise, measured blows. At first, Lycas barely noticed. But now, the fatigue crept in, steadily draining his strength.

His energy waned, and with every passing moment, defeat crept closer. He needed to disrupt Dustin’s rhythm—fast—or he’d lose without question.

Taking a deep breath, Lycas’s gaze hardened with determination. He knew that without using his ultimate move, victory would slip away.

“Titan Breaker!” he shouted.

Clenching the broadsword with both hands, he hoisted it above his head. A torrent of grandmaster-level internal energy surged into the weapon.

Instantly, the blade flared with a radiant golden light, gleaming as brightly as the midday sun.

“Slash him!” Lycas roared.

He brought the broadsword down with everything he had, channeling all his power, life force, and energy into the strike.

As the blade descended, the very air twisted from the overwhelming force. The pressure formed a storm of turbulent currents.

These air currents spiraled like a cage, locking Dustin in place and amplifying the full might of the blow.

Everyone watching froze, breathless, their eyes locked on the battlefield. They knew this moment would decide everything. If Lycas’s blade connected, the fight would be over.

But despite the tremendous force rushing toward him, Dustin stayed perfectly calm—unmoved, as if the earth-shattering attack was no more than a breeze.

Just as the broadsword was about to crash onto his head, Dustin sprang into action.

With breathtaking speed and surgical precision, his longsword arced through the air. What appeared to be a simple strike was, in fact, perfectly timed—aimed at the exact point where the broadsword’s hilt joined its blade.

The sword cut through the air with explosive force. A sharp crack echoed as Dustin’s blade sliced cleanly through Lycas’s weapon, snapping it in half. The upper section crashed to the ground.

Lycas stumbled forward, thrown off balance by the force of his own attack. His finishing blow—meant to end the fight—had been effortlessly dismantled.