An Understated Dominance Novel (Dahlia & Dustin) by Marina Vittori updated 2025-26 - An Understated Dominance Chapter 2338

An Understated Dominance Chapter 2338 [4675 – 4676] – Sam Dawson never imagined he’d lose, especially with the Thousand Machine Box on his side.

But fate had other plans, and he eventually lost—and he knew it was a decisive defeat.

He tried every trick in his book, but Easton Foster outmatched him at every turn.

If Easton hadn’t shown mercy during the final move, Sam would have been seriously injured.

Easton spared Sam’s dignity, so Sam chose not to cause any trouble, understanding that it would only make him look worse.

“Huh…”

Easton let out a long breath when Sam conceded.

His forehead glistened with sweat, a clear sign that his victory had not come easily.

He had to use all three of his unique skills—Golden Light Curse, Thunder Method, and Divine Talisman—and dig deep into his reserves.

If the Eight Diagrams Divine Talisman hadn’t exploded at the end, breaking the stalemate and allowing him to close in on Sam, he might have lost.

“The Tardif Sect’s hidden weapons are truly formidable. I’ve learned a valuable lesson today,” Easton admitted sincerely.

“Hidden weapons are impressive, but they’re still just minor techniques. They can’t compare to the Sacred Wyrm Summit’s Taoism. I accept my defeat today.” Sam Dawson clasped his fists in respect.

As the ninth-ranked fighter on the Legendary List, Sam had his pride. He had hoped to compete for the championship with the Thousand Machine Box, but now he realized that was just a dream.

Easton Foster, nearly ten years his senior, was far superior in cultivation.

At this moment, Sam understood the saying, “There is always someone better.”

“I only won by a small margin,” Easton said.

“Master Foster, there’s no need to downplay it. If we fought again, I’d still lose,” Sam sighed. “Your skills at such a young age are extraordinary. I look forward to seeing what you achieve next. Goodbye.”

With that, Sam clasped his fists, saluted, and left the ring.

He felt no shame in losing to such a remarkable talent.

“The ninth match is over. Congratulations to contestant No. 24 for winning!”

Referee Orion Foster announced the result and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

“Good! Well done!”

“As expected of Sacred Wyrm Summit’s rare talent—he truly lives up to his reputation!”

“I never thought he’d be so accomplished at such a young age. It’s truly impressive!”

“…”

Easton Foster’s victory was met with thunderous applause and lively discussion from the audience.

Most people had expected Sam Dawson to win.

He was ranked ninth on the Legendary List, had an undefeated record, and wielded the Tardif Sect’s sacred artifact, the Thousand Machine Box.

Many believed he was a strong contender for the championship. But no one anticipated Easton Foster’s hidden potential.

His three unique skills were executed flawlessly, combining offense and defense without any weaknesses.

Despite enduring the onslaught of the Thousand Machine Box, Easton managed to counterattack and secure victory with a single move. With such talent, skill, and composure, it was clear that Easton Foster’s future would rival that of the old Taoist priest, Arion.

Now, at just under 20 years old, Easton, the young Taoist priest, had become the most promising dark horse in the martial arts competition!

“Easton, you did a good job,” Orion Foster said, rarely showing a smile as he praised him.

“Uncle, I really gave it my all this time. If I lose in the next game, I can’t be blamed,” Easton Foster yawned, returning to his usual relaxed demeanor.

“Just do your best,” Orion Foster nodded.

Defeating Sam Dawson head-on and showcasing strong martial arts was enough. As for the championship, Orion didn’t push Easton. After all, Easton was still very young—only 18 years old this year.

Given another ten years to refine his skills, Easton would undoubtedly surpass his uncle, Orion, and perhaps even his master, Arion.

“Uncle, I’m a bit tired. I’m going to rest for a while.”

After paying his respects, Easton Foster yawned and walked off the ring.

This battle was destined to make him famous.

After the ninth match, there was a regular break. The damaged ring needed repairs.

But the audience’s discussions never stopped.

“I didn’t expect Easton to be so strong. Sacred Wyrm Summit is truly remarkable!” Fenley sighed.

He hadn’t believed Easton Foster could win. In his mind, Sam Dawson, armed with the Tardif Sect’s sacred weapon, had nearly secured victory.

The only question was how long it would take. But the final outcome was far beyond his expectations.

Who would have thought that Sam Dawson, ranked ninth on the Legendary List, could lose to a young Taoist priest? It was unbelievable.

“It seems Grace’s judgment was spot on!” Noemi said, impressed.

Earlier, Fenley thought Sam Dawson would win, but Grace had predicted that Easton Foster had a good chance. Unexpectedly, her prediction came true.

“It was just a guess. Honestly, I’m surprised by the outcome,” Grace said with a smile.

She had favored Easton Foster because she believed Sacred Wyrm Summit wouldn’t send a weakling to the competition, so she felt he had a chance.

But when Sam Dawson used the Thousand Machine Box, her confidence wavered.

In the end, the tables turned, and Easton Foster emerged victorious.

Grace remarked, “Now that Sam Dawson has lost, the next match will be even more exciting.”

Noemi responded enthusiastically, “I can’t wait to see who will be the final winner of this martial arts competition!”