An Understated Dominance by Marina Vittori

Compared to the second green sword, Glenn's third sword was even more powerful. As it descended,

accompanied by the fury of a fire dragon, it carried the destructive force of a world-shattering storm.

Fenley, whose energy flow was disrupted earlier, watched the fiery red long sword streak toward like a falling

meteor. His heart raced and was gripped by a sudden sense of impending doom.

With a roar, he risked the backlash effect and unleashed a powerful surge of internal energy. The ethereal divine

spirit behind him instantly transformed into a figure with three heads and six arms. This was the complete form

of the Four Elements of God's Technique.

At that instant, he threw everything he had into the fight. He controlled the spirit to slam its giant arms into the

flaming sword.

With a loud explosion, the sword tore through the spirit’s palms and continued its unyielding path toward Fenley.

But its speed had slowed slightly.

Without hesitation, he controlled the spirit to strike again with its other two arms. He hoped to stop the sword’s

advance, but like earlier, a hole was blasted through the spirit’s palms when they touched the flaming sword.

Still, the sword’s momentum didn’t stop and continued forward, though its speed had dropped again.

“Hold it back!” Fenley roared as he controlled the spirit’s remaining arms to slam hard on the flaming sword.

A third explosion echoed as the energy rippled outward. He finally managed to pin down the terrifying flaming

sword. But it trembled violently, and its flames roared as they burned the surrounding internal energy.

Sweat poured down Fenley’s face, and he gritted his teeth as he pressed both hands down with all his might. He

channeled every last ounce of internal energy to pin the sword and wouldn't dare to relax for even a moment.

This flaming sword was even more terrifying. Its destructive power was far greater than the combined might of

the first two swords. As expected, defeating Glenn was no easy feat.

After several tense seconds, the sword’s fiery glow finally faded. It fell from the air and embedded itself deep

into the battle ring with only the hilt left visible. The sheer sharpness of the

sword was unmistakable.

Fenley panted heavily, and sweat streamed down his face. Taking Glenn's three strikes had drained him more

than he expected.

He figured Glenn must've been using his ultimate moves. Otherwise, there was no way those blows could've

been that powerful.

“Impressive. You managed to endure my three strikes.” Glenn’s expression remained stoic, but a flicker of

interest sparked in his eyes.

Most of his previous opponents had crumpled after a single blow. None had forced him to swing a second time.

However, Fenley had held his ground for three. It was unexpected, but this surprise was short-lived.

“What's wrong? Have you run out of tricks? Is it my turn now?” Fenley took a deep breath and quickly calmed his

chaotic internal energy.

“Run out of tricks?” Glenn's lips curled into a dismissive smirk. “You think you understand the world, but you're

just a fool who doesn’t know the full picture. Since you're so ignorant, letshow you what true power looks

like.”

With that, he raised his hand and slapped the side of the sword case. The case clicked open and revealed six

swords inside. Each was unique-long and short-but all gleamed with an otherworldly brilliance. Despite their

differences in shape and size, each sword was a divine weapon.

“Skybound!” Glenn raised his sword finger. Then, one of the swords with golden markings shot into the air like a

dragon streaking across the sky.

“Shadowedge!”

“Earthshaper!”

“Fang Master!”

“Elderflame!”

“Voidreaver!”

Every the raised his sword finger, a sword shot into the air from the ground. Blacknight, Green Fang, and Red

Tempest-the first three swords he had used earlier-responded to his command and shot into the air to join the

others.

In a single breath, nine swords hovered above Fenley like mountains bearing down on him. He could barely catch

his breath as the pressure built.

“It’s impossible!” His eyes widened in disbelief as he felt the weight of each divine sword pressing down on him.

He hadn't expected Glenn to have so many weapons hidden in his sword case. And each one radiated its own

spiritual energy, unlike ordinary weapons.

Fenley was already struggling to withstand Glenn's first three swords. So, how could he possibly face six more of

these divine swords? Could he even win this match?

At that moment, his confidence wavered. Glenn's strength and the oppressive pressure of the swords battered

his spirit. He had assumed that the three swords were all Glenn had, but now he realized those had just been

Glenn's warm-up.

“Oh my god! He has that many swords? This is insane!”

“Three swords were already terrifying enough. If all nine cout, who the hell could stop them?”

“So, is this the strength of the number one on the Legendary List? That's seriously terrifying!”

The spectators stared in awe at the nine divine swords hovering in the air.

For an ordinary swordsman, owning a single divine sword was already an unbelievable stroke of luck, but Glenn

had summoned nine. It was enough to leave everyone speechless.

Even more shocking was his ability to control them all as if they were an extension of his limbs. It defied all logic.

After all, divine swords weren't like ordinary weapons, as they had their own spirit. To claim a divine sword as its

master was no easy feat. And to have them serve one master was almost unthinkable.

It was like a man marrying nine wives and somehow having them all live in perfect harmony. This was just a

notion that was simply beyond comprehension.

“This... Is this punk a beast?”

Even Alloy, watching from the stands, looked shaken. His eyes widened in disbelief, his face tense, and the calm

composure he once had was gone.

He had thought Fenley’s talent was extraordinary. But standing beside Glenn, it was clear Fenley was nothing

more than a small fry.

It hit him that even geniuses could still be worlds apart.