An Understated Dominance Novel (Dahlia & Dustin) by Marina Vittori updated 2025-26 - An Understated Dominance Chapter 2352

An Understated Dominance Chapter 2352 – Azalea’s eyes widened in shock as she watched the massive golden wave coming toward her. She thought the fight would last longer, but Elder Shade’s attack was much more powerful than she expected.

Without wasting time, she quickly pulled out a red paper umbrella. The umbrella was scarlet with mysterious runes painted on it. As it began to glow, the runes seemed to come alive, spinning wildly.

“The Dark Murky Umbrella?!”

The audience immediately recognized it. The Dark Murky Umbrella was a powerful defensive weapon that once belonged to the Dark Murky Sect. After the sect was destroyed, the umbrella vanished, only to reappear now in the hands of the Mystic Arts Order.

“Go!” Azalea yelled, pushing the umbrella toward the golden wave.

The umbrella shot into the air, glowing brightly, and a blood-red shield formed around her, looking like a giant eggshell from a distance.

With a loud crash, the golden wave slammed into the shield, shaking it violently. Inside, Azalea focused, her fingers forming seals. Sweat appeared on her forehead as the force of the attack grew. Even though the umbrella was protecting her, she felt overwhelmed by Elder Shade’s power. At that moment, she truly understood how dangerous the warriors on the Legendary List were—one casual strike from them could put her life in danger.

“Oh? Another move?” Elder Shade raised an eyebrow, a bit surprised. He could tell Azalea had only just entered the Grandmaster realm, and her strength was nothing special. He had expected to defeat her with a single strike, but her magic weapon had blocked his attack. It was unexpected, but he didn’t see it as a real threat.

From the moment they stepped into the arena, he knew the outcome of the battle was already decided. Even with the Dark Murky Umbrella, she wouldn’t last much longer.

“Let’s see if you can block my sword again!” Elder Shade said, raising his golden sword and swinging it toward her.

A massive golden blade of energy shot out, even more powerful than the last one, and slammed into the red shield.

With a loud bang, the shield shattered, and the umbrella fell to the ground, its glow fading.

Azalea, caught off guard, stumbled back, her face pale, blood dripping from her mouth. Although she wasn’t directly hit, the shockwave and the force of the explosion had injured her.

“Now that your umbrella is gone, how will you block my sword?” Elder Shade showed no mercy. He raised his sword again and sent another powerful strike her way.

This attack was simple but devastating, the golden blade light coming down like a meteor, fast and terrifying.

Azalea’s expression changed. In a flash, she pulled a blue talisman from her robe and threw it toward the incoming sword light.

“Bang!”

The golden blade shattered, and a bolt of blue lightning shot out, hitting Elder Shade with incredible speed.

The impact sent him stumbling back, his clothes torn and his hair singed. He stared at the wound on his chest in disbelief—bloody and charred from the lightning strike. Though it wasn’t life-threatening, the pain was real.

But what bothered Elder Shade more than the pain was the humiliation. He had been certain of an easy victory, yet he had allowed himself to be injured by someone far weaker.

The audience was just as shocked.

“Did that woman really hurt Elder Shade?”

“It’s not easy to injure the eighth-ranked master on the Legendary List!”

“That blue lightning… Was that the Sacred Wyrm Summit’s magic talisman?”

“Yes! I saw it clearly! There’s no other weapon that could hurt Elder Shade!”

“But why does someone from the Mystic Arts Order have a talisman from the Sacred Wyrm Summit?”

The crowd buzzed with confusion. It was surprising enough that Elder Shade had been hurt, but the fact that it was with a rare talisman from a different sect raised even more questions.

In the audience, Abigail smiled and bowed toward Easton, who was standing not far away.

“Thank you, little Taoist priest.”

Easton’s words caught the attention of everyone around them, including three of the most powerful figures in the martial world—Cyrus Hadley, Alloy Marshall, Penelope Solace—and the new Ancient Sage of Sacred Wyrm Summit, Katy Foster.

Easton froze, feeling as if a thousand eyes were on him. Cold sweat broke out across his skin. I should never have gambled away those talismans, he thought. Now, not only had he lost a valuable item, but he was also exposed in front of everyone.

The thought of what awaited him when he returned later—probably a harsh punishment—filled him with dread. It was already giving him a headache.