An Understated Dominance Novel (Dahlia & Dustin) by Marina Vittori updated 2025-26 - An Understated Dominance Chapter 2304

An Understated Dominance Chapter 2304 [4607 – 4608] – “Next!” As Eduardo finished drawing his lot, Orion Foster’s voice boomed, signaling the drawing to continue.

“I’ll go!” At that moment, Black Kong strode forward, arrogantly shoving a warrior aside, and reached into the black box first.

The warrior who was pushed aside frowned, glancing up at Black Kong’s towering, bear-like frame, and finally suppressed his anger. Although a warrior’s strength isn’t solely determined by size, the menacing aura from Black Kong was unmistakable.

After rummaging in the box for a few seconds, Black Kong’s large hand finally pulled out a glass ball.

However, before anyone could see the number inside, Black Kong’s palm suddenly crushed it.

“Bang!” A sharp sound echoed as the glass ball shattered, its fragments scattering across the ground.

“Hahahaha…”

Black Kong spread his hands and laughed loudly. With a sinister look, he turned to Eduardo and sneered, “Eduardo, right? You’re in for some bad luck today. Look what I’ve got here.”

As he spoke, he revealed the metal number in his hand.

The number “30” was engraved on it.

Eduardo’s number was 3, and Black Kong’s number was 30. According to the rules, the two would face each other in the third match.

“Humph! It’s not certain who’s unlucky.” Eduardo retorted coldly, “I’ve killed plenty of big guys like you. They’re all useless trash!”

Being tall and strong is pointless. No matter how large and powerful you are, can you withstand his blade?

A brute like this, who sacrifices speed and agility for raw strength, isn’t to be feared at all.

“Trash? Hahaha…”

Upon hearing this, Black Kong wasn’t angry but laughed, his eyes full of murderous intent: “Alright, alright! Let’s see if you can still be so arrogant after I smash you into a pulp.”

“Stop talking nonsense! Let’s see who’s better in the ring!”

Eduardo, too lazy to argue further, snorted and walked away indifferently.

Black Kong grinned, eyeing his prey.

“Next.” Orion Foster called again.

As long as no rules were broken or trouble caused, he didn’t mind a few harsh words exchanged. Even swearing and spitting were beneath his concern.

Soon, the contestants began to come forward to draw lots.

Some were flamboyant, others low-key. Some displayed their numbers openly, while others hid them, fearing discovery.

Knowing an opponent’s number in advance could offer strategic advantages, allowing better preparation and targeting.

So, if they were smart, they wouldn’t reveal their numbers immediately unless they were absolutely confident in their strength and unafraid of any tricks.

For example, Glenn Hadley and Fenley Hudson, at the top of the Heavenly Immortals, were almost guaranteed to reach the quarterfinals unless they met each other prematurely.

Dustin drew number “8” and would compete in the eighth match.

This number was neither advantageous nor disadvantageous, being in the middle. According to the final battle rules, his opponent was number 25. If he remembered correctly, number 25 was Bill Wolf.

Thinking of this, Dustin’s eyes drifted to Bill Wolf.

Bill Wolf was toying with his glass ball, the number “25” engraved on the metal piece inside.

“Interesting,” Dustin murmured with a smirk. Although he had fought many battles, he had never faced a member of the blood clan.

Bill Wolf, with his aristocratic blood, must be formidable. This was a good chance to spar with the elite of the blood clan and familiarize himself with their abilities.

If Dustin ever faced a strong blood clan member in the future, he would be better prepared.

“Hmm?” As if sensing something, Bill Wolf suddenly looked up and met Dustin’s gaze.

“Boy, did you draw me?” Bill Wolf sneered from a distance, “You’re about to die. Of course, I won’t let you die easily; I’ll torture you slowly!”

“Idiot,” Dustin muttered, returning to his seat. He despised guys who barked before a fight, unable to gauge their opponent’s strength, only knowing how to talk.

It was a miracle that brainless types like this survived so long.

“Kid! Just wait!”

Dustin’s contemptuous attitude made Bill Wolf grit his teeth, his face full of resentment. He had been defeated by Fenley last night and was blasted by Orion Foster’s thunder method today.

At this moment, he was brimming with resentment, ready to vent it on Dustin. He wanted all the Dragonmarsh warriors to know the blood clan’s power!

“The drawing is over. Contestants, return to your seats,” Orion Foster’s voice sounded again. “Now, let me announce the competition rules. The arena showdown is intended to be a competition, but once on the arena, life and death are up to fate.

Today’s competition has no restrictions. Those who admit defeat or fall off the arena will be declared the loser.

I advise everyone that while winning is important, life is more valuable. If you can’t win, admitting defeat in time may be a wise choice.

Without further ado, let’s start the first match. I invite contestant No. 1 and contestant No. 32 to the stage!”