An Understated Dominance Novel (Dahlia & Dustin) by Marina Vittori updated 2025-26 - An Understated Dominance Chapter 2340

An Understated Dominance Chapter 2340 – Kamden’s appearance immediately grabbed everyone’s attention.

The Mysterious Sword Sect/School was a well-known yet secretive force in the martial arts world. Though the sect had only a few disciples, each one was extraordinarily talented.

The sect’s sword-controlling technique was especially powerful, even envied by the Sword Union.

So, every time Kamden stepped onto the stage, all eyes were on him.

Part of the interest was due to his affiliation with the Mysterious Sword Sect, and part was the hope of seeing the legendary sword-controlling technique in action.

However, Kamden had reached the top 16 without using this technique. No opponent had been strong enough to force him to reveal it.

But this time was different.

Kamden was up against Fenley of the Celestial Alliance, the fifth-ranked master on the Legendary List.

With such a formidable opponent, Kamden couldn’t afford to hold back.

The two fighters stood on the stage and bowed to each other.

“I’m Fenley from the Celestial Alliance,” Fenley said, introducing himself with a simple gesture.

“Kamden, chief of the Mysterious Sword Sect,” Kamden replied coolly.

“I’ve heard your sect can control swords from a thousand meters away. Is that true?” Fenley asked, clearly curious.

“You’ll find out soon enough,” Kamden answered, his voice calm, showing no sign of concern about Fenley.

“Oh?” Fenley raised an eyebrow, smiling slightly. “I’m looking forward to it.”

Kamden, a young newcomer, seemed unfazed by Fenley’s reputation. Was he overconfident, or just naive?

“Kamden from the Mysterious Sword Sect versus Fenley from the Celestial Alliance—who do you think will win?”

“Isn’t it obvious? Fenley, of course! He didn’t earn fifth place on the Legendary List for nothing!”

“I’ve heard Fenley’s cultivation is near grandmaster level, and with the skills of the Celestial Alliance, Kamden doesn’t stand a chance.”

“Maybe, but don’t forget, Kamden isn’t weak either, and he has the legendary sword-controlling technique. He might be able to challenge Fenley.”

“True! In the ring, anything can happen, and you can’t predict the outcome until the end. Remember when everyone thought Sam would win? But even after giving it his all, he still lost to Easton.”

“…”

As the fighters prepared, the audience debated.

Some thought Fenley would win, while others believed Kamden might surprise them.

Each side had its arguments, but neither could convince the other.

“Both contestants are ready. The first match of the 16-to-8 competition is officially starting!”

Orion Foster’s announcement hushed the crowd.

Everyone focused on the ring, eager not to miss any part of the upcoming fight.

“Please,” Fenley said, extending a hand to invite Kamden to start.

“Hmph!” Kamden didn’t hesitate. He moved like a shadow, rushing forward with a powerful punch aimed at Fenley.

The force was thunderous, surprising those who only knew Kamden for his sword skills, unaware that he was also a skilled fighter.

“Fight?”

Fenley smirked and met Kamden’s punch with his own.

“Bang!”

Their fists collided with a loud crash, sending waves of energy rippling out.

While Fenley stood firm, Kamden was pushed back several steps, his arm tingling from the impact.

It was clear that Kamden was at a disadvantage in terms of strength.

“Huh?”

Kamden frowned, glancing at his arm as his fingertips twitched slightly.

He realized he wasn’t as strong as Fenley.

But winning a fight wasn’t just about strength—it also involved skill and strategy.

“Wind and Thunder Fist!”

Kamden wasted no time, channeling energy into his fists and attacking again.

His punches were as fast as lightning, striking rapidly and creating a blur of fist shadows in the air.

“Interesting,” Fenley said, standing his ground and matching Kamden’s moves.

Their fists flew through the air, clashing repeatedly with explosive force.

“Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang…”

The sound of their strikes echoed like firecrackers, with energy ripples spreading from each impact.

The fight grew faster and more intense, the noise increasing with every blow.

The audience could no longer see the fighters’ movements, just a flurry of fists filling the air. It was the first time they had seen such a raw, direct confrontation.

Neither fighter dodged or retreated; they simply exchanged blows, hitting each other with relentless determination.

This was a battle of sheer, unyielding power.