An Understated Dominance (Dustin Rhys)

With a longsword in hand, Dustin plunged into the crowd like a tiger among sheep and cut down his enemies with brutal efficiency.

Though he couldn't tap into his mystical energy, his physical strength far outstripped that of an average martial artist. His speed, power, reflexes, and combat skills crushed anyone in his path.

Every swing of his blade was precise and targeted the enemy's vital spots with deadly accuracy, which left no room for defense.

Under his relentless assault, the assassins were helpless. The air rang with their screams as bodies fell one after another.

Unlike the tournament match, Dustin now unleashed his full power in this life -or-death fight. His attacks were becoming more brutal and relentless than ever.

"This kid's tougher than I thought." Hank frowned as he watched his men struggle.

He hadn't expected Dustin to have such formidable combat prowess, even with his sealed cultivation. If an unmatched genius like Dustin couldn't be made an ally, he had to be eliminated before he beca bigger threat.

"Attack together! Kill him at all costs!" Hank barked to the six who had activated the sealing formation.

These six men weren't just any fighters. They were genetically enhanced operatives from the Hall of Gods- emotionless, immune to pain, and utterly indifferent to death. With unshakable loyalty, they followed orders without question. They were the perfect killing machines.

Bailey had sent them to him to deal with the Sacred Wyrm Summit elites.

But now, Hank had no choice but to use them against Dustin.

"Kill him!" Without hesitation, the six men in black drew their blades and charged at Dustin. They moved so fast that the surrounding martial artists could barely follow.

They only saw fleeting black shadows darting past, followed by razor-sharp blade auras that dazzled their eyes with blinding light.

Although the sealing formation had nullified the cultivation abilities within a 330-foot radius, these six men in black could ignore that limitation. In other words, their combat strength not only remained intact but was even amplified. This was the terrifying power of the formation.

As expected, the tide changed when they joined the fight. What had been a one-sided massacre by Dustin beca fierce struggle, with the six men managing to hold him back. Neither side gained the upper hand as the fight continued.

If Dustin's cultivation hadn't been sealed, dealing with these six would have been child's play. Since he couldn't channel his mystical pure energy, he had to rely solely on his physical strength. This made things difficult, as his capabilities fell short compared to those of his opponents.

But now he had to face the six men in black while also staying on guard against potential ambushes from the surrounding martial artists, which added another layer of complexity to an already precarious situation.

"Hmph! Let's see how long you can last! "Seeing the situation was already under control, Hank couldn't help but curl his lips into a cold, mocking smile.

He admitted that Dustin was strong, but going against the Hall of Gods was sheer folly. With so many subordinates at his command, a basic swarm tactic would be enough to wear down Dustin, and victory was only a matter of time.

"Tto die, Rhys!" At that moment, Garrett, who had been lying in wait among the crowd, finally made his move. He had harbored a long-standing grudge against Dustin but had to maintain a facade of respect before due to Dustin's formidable strength.

Now that Dustin had betrayed the Hall of Gods and was surrounded by top elites, this was Garrett's chance for revenge.

When Dustin exposed a weakness, Garrett wasted no tand lunged forward with his blade aimed at Dustin's back. But just before it struck, a hand, hard like iron, shot out and caught his weapon mid-thrust.

"Huh?" Garrett suddenly turned his head and met Willard's indifferent gaze.

"Willard! What the hell are you doing?" Garrett's eyes flared with fury as he let out an angry roar.

He had finally spotted an opening to vent his pent-up frustration. But just as he was about to strike, his teammate stepped in the way and blocked his attack. Naturally, this made him even more irate.

"I'm not doing anything. I just don't like what you're doing," Willard said casually.

"Are you out of your mind? We're both working for the Hall of Gods. Are you seriously thinking of betraying us?" Garrett spat and glared at him.

"You're right. I am betraying them," Willard admitted without hesitation.

"Bastard, I'll kill you first!" Garrett twisted his blade to break free of Willard's grip. Then, he swept it toward Willard's neck in a deadly slash.

Willard took two steps back and effortlessly sidestepped the horizontal attack. He casually lifted his flask and took a sip. His nonchalant demeanor made it seem like Garrett wasn't even worth his attention. "Go to hell!" Consumed by rage, Garrett swung his long blade in a flurry of relentless strikes, each aimed squarely at Willard.

But as Willard took another swig of wine, his eyes flashed with sudden intensity. A powerful, commanding presence radiated from him.

As Garrett's blade cslashing down, Willard advanced instead of retreating. His palm struck the weapon with a resounding clang.

Garrett's blade was knocked aside, and the immense force numbed his where he almost lost arm to the point his grip. Before he could react, Willard struck again. With blinding speed, his palm slammed into Garrett's chest with explosive force. 2 Garrett's entire body was flung back over ten yards and crashed heavily to the ground. Blood sprayed from his mouth and nose, and he couldn't even get up.

"You... How are you able to use internal energy?" He clutched his chest, his voice a mix of shock and fury.

Aside from the six men in black, everyone else in the area had their cultivation sealed, so no one should have been able to use internal energy.

Yet, Willard's palm strike had carried the unmistakable power of a grandmaster's internal energy.

m Garrett couldn't understand how Willard had bypassed the formation's restrictions..