An Understated Dominance Novel (Dahlia & Dustin) by Marina Vittori updated 2025-26 - An Understated Dominance Chapter 2334

An Understated Dominance Chapter 2334 [4667 – 4668] – As the hidden weapons shot toward him, Easton Foster remained calm, as if he had anticipated the attack. He raised his index and middle fingers, and his lips moved slightly.

In an instant, a golden light enveloped him.

“Clang, clang, clang…”

The hidden weapons struck the golden light with crisp impacts but bounced off harmlessly.

“The Golden Light Mantra perfected?”

Sam Dawson’s eyebrows rose in surprise. The Golden Light Mantra of Sacred Wyrm Summit was a signature skill, yet mastering it to perfection typically took decades of practice. But Easton Foster, barely twenty, had achieved this. His talent was undeniable, but that alone wasn’t enough to defeat Sam.

After all, the strength of the Golden Light Mantra depended on the practitioner’s cultivation level. Given Easton’s youth, his foundation wasn’t deep. With sustained attacks, the Golden Light Mantra could be overwhelmed.

With that in mind, Sam waved his sleeves, unleashing a barrage of hidden weapons toward Easton like a violent storm. These weapons appeared ordinary but packed enough force to pierce through black iron.

“Again?”

Easton’s eyes flickered as he realized he couldn’t hold his ground. He leaped into the air to avoid the attack. Though the Golden Light Mantra was nearly impenetrable, maintaining it drained significant energy—no need to engage in a prolonged battle.

“Swish, swish, swish…”

The hidden weapons flew past his feet, missing him entirely.

But just as Easton thought he had escaped, Sam suddenly pointed at him in the air. A shocking scene unfolded—every hidden weapon that had missed its mark curved in midair and homed in on Easton once more, filling the sky.

“What the—?”

“Is this the Tardif Sect’s hidden weapon technique? Unbelievable!”

“The Tardif Sect’s mastery over hidden weapons is unmatched. If you don’t have magical skills, how can you become renowned?”

The spectators were astonished. Hidden weapons typically flew in a straight line, with limited direction change possible even by masters. But Sam’s ability to control their trajectory so precisely bordered on sorcery.

“This is troublesome.”

With nowhere to escape, Easton had no choice but to activate the Golden Light Mantra again. As the golden light shone, the weapons were deflected, clattering harmlessly to the ground.

Though they didn’t pierce him, the continuous attacks were exhausting.

“Swish!”

As Easton focused on defending, Sam launched another strike. Three ice needles shot out silently, aimed directly at Easton’s back. The Ice Needle was a lethal weapon, capable of penetrating even a Grandmaster’s defenses and freezing its target in place.

Many martial arts masters had met their end from the Ice Needle.

“Hm?”

Sensing danger, Easton turned sharply. A blue spark flashed between his fingers, and he pointed at the ice needles. In a flash, a bolt of lightning shot from his fingertips, striking the needles with precision.

“Bang! Bang! Bang!”

The needles exploded, dispersing cold air in all directions.

Easton descended, relieved. If he had been struck by the needles, even a brief freeze would have left him vulnerable to Sam’s next attack—a fatal mistake against an opponent ranked ninth on the Legendary List.

“Thunder magic?”

Sam didn’t chase after him. Instead, he observed Easton with newfound respect. The young Taoist’s skill in both the Golden Light Mantra and Thunder Magic was impressive.

It was time to get serious.

Without hesitation, Sam brought out the Thousand Machine Box, a sacred artifact of the Tardif Sect. With a gentle tap, the gears inside the box began to turn, and a small opening appeared at the top.

From it emerged three black lights that floated in front of Sam.

The audience gasped as they realized the black lights were three short swords, each exuding an icy aura, hovering in midair without any visible support. They were magical weapons of the rarest kind.

“Sam Dawson is playing for keeps now.”

“He’s using the Thousand Machine Box. That Taoist is in real trouble…”

The spectators murmured.

“Go!”

Sam commanded. The three swords shot toward Easton, swift and deadly as black serpents, aimed directly at his face.