An Understated Dominance By Marina Vittori

Given Glenn’s exceptional track record, who would underestimate the Sword Union’s disciples? So, when Miles courageously volunteered for the challenge, most people were confident. “Miles, listen up! Be cautious, and don’t make any hasty moves!” Crystal frowned with concern. This time, she took Miles and Ruby along to gain experience and see what talents Dragonmarsh […]

“I’m the disciple of the Sword Union! Let me deal with that bastard!” Suddenly, a loud shout came from the crowd. It was Miles, who had just arrived at the scene. He had come for some fun but ended up witnessing a warrior from the Kimboku being all boastful. Being a passionate young man and

“I’m Quincy Douglas, the guardian of the Celestial Alliance!” declared the elderly man, standing with his hands clasped behind him. “What? He’s Quincy Douglas?” “The Celestial Alliance is the top martial arts group in the martial world. It has ten guardians, each overseeing a specific region. Who would’ve thought we’d be lucky enough to meet

In the center square of the ancient town, a crowd of onlookers, primarily martial artists, had gathered. All eyes were on a young man in warrior gear, rocking wooden sandals and a bun hairdo. He chilled on a bench with only a bottle of wine and a sword on the table. The man sipped his

“Isn’t that the case?” Ruby asked, tilting her head in confusion. “Sacred Wrym Summit has been around for years without getting involved in martial world matters. “Now, they’re suddenly organizing the Combat Tournament. There must be a hidden reason,” Miles explained. Organizing talent recruitment to bring honor to the nation might have been fitting for

Dustin glanced at Dalen. No matter how gorgeous Dalen was, Dustin couldn’t imagine himself liking another guy. Dalen coughed uncomfortably as he sipped his drink, his face contorted in discomfort. He grinned wryly and remarked, “Ms. Wesley, I can’t tell if you’re praising me or teasing me with that remark.” “It’s a compliment! Your gorgeous

After a few drinks, everyone loosened up and started chatting. Dalen asked, “Ms. Wesley, I’ve heard you’re the Sword Union disciples. Are you here for the Combat Tournament at the Sacred Wrym Summit?” Crystal nodded. “Yes, that’s right.” She was reserved and not much of a talker. Ruby, the lively one, chimed in with a smile.

“W-What!” Dalen’s words surprised the few people standing there. It took them a moment to process the unexpected revelation. Miles, who had been expressing his feelings, stood still with an awkward smile. His eyes widened, hands hovering in confusion. How could that happen? Could it be that his daring rescue mission, intended for a damsel,

Every time Crystal swung her sword, it left a bleeding gash on the bearded- burly man. Within moments, he had been stabbed over a dozen times, left without any means of defense. Despite his strength, she outclassed him entirely in skill. The spectators were amazed and impressed as her advanced swordsmanship shone brightly. “Ah!” the

“Ah!” Miles clenched his teeth and growled, veins popping on his face. He tried hard to push the machete away from his shoulder by pressing both hands against his sword. Despite his efforts, the machete stayed in place, and the pressure on it kept growing. This unyielding force was so powerful that it caused his