An Understated Dominance Novel (Dahlia & Dustin) by Marina Vittori updated 2025-26 - An Understated Dominance Chapter 2374

An Understated Dominance Chapter 2374 – At that moment, not only the audience, but even Fenley on stage was a bit confused by Briggs’ sudden use of a cloning technique.

When did the Yam Palace develop such a unique skill?

What stood out was that Briggs’ clone technique was on par with Jude Leith’s. Even with Fenley’s sharp eyesight, he couldn’t tell which figure was real.

It was clear that Briggs had mastered the technique after a lot of practice. It was no surprise that he had defeated Jude Leith—he was also skilled in this art.

The saying goes, “Know your enemy and yourself, and you’ll win a hundred battles.”

Briggs had clearly studied the clone technique and was able to exploit its weaknesses. He had hidden this ability well.

Although Fenley was surprised, he didn’t show it. To him, the clone technique was just an inconvenience—nothing more than a bit more effort.

“It’s impressive, but it won’t help you. You’ll still lose,” Fenley said coldly.

“Win or lose, we’ll only know after the fight!” Briggs replied, charging forward without hesitation.

With a flick of his wrist, a three-inch blade popped out from his folding fan. He wielded the fan like a sword and aimed straight for Fenley’s chest.

He couldn’t afford to hold back against such a powerful opponent. Any hesitation would lead to defeat.

“Don’t overestimate yourself!”

Fenley snorted, standing firm, and raised his palm, striking out forcefully.

“Boom!”

The giant spirit behind him mimicked his move.

A huge palm shadow, as big as a truck, roared towards Briggs with unstoppable force.

“Split!”

Briggs quickly formed a hand sign.

As he sprinted forward, his body suddenly split into three. The figures darted in different directions, avoiding the massive palm, and each one attacked Fenley from a different angle.

The three figures were so convincing it was impossible to tell which was real.

“Get out of my way!”

Fenley spread his arms wide, striking the two figures attacking from the sides with his palms, one left and one right. Then he kicked the figure charging him from the front.

Three attacks—two palms and one kick—were perfectly coordinated to handle all three Briggs.

“Split!”

Just as Fenley attacked, Briggs’ form blurred again and split into three once more.

One became three, and three became nine.

In an instant, there were nine Briggs on the stage.

Each figure was indistinguishable from the real one, making it impossible to tell who was who.

“This clone technique is just as good as Jude Leith’s!”

“Honestly, I think Briggs’ technique is even better because he can avoid attacks while creating more clones.”

“You’re right. In terms of skill and timing, Briggs is definitely better.”

Briggs’ incredible performance had the audience murmuring.

Even though Briggs had defeated Jude Leith before, most people thought it was mostly luck. Jude had underestimated his opponent and got badly injured. Though he made a comeback, he wasn’t in good shape, and Briggs ultimately won.

Before, everyone believed Briggs won due to Jude’s mistake and a bit of luck.

But now, after seeing Briggs in action, they realized he wasn’t just lucky—he was truly powerful, though it wasn’t obvious at first.

After splitting into nine, Briggs didn’t let up. His figures darted around, attacking Fenley from all sides.

“Clones, huh? I can do that too!”

Fenley’s expression darkened, and energy surged from his body again.

At the same time, the spirit behind him shifted, sprouting two more heads and four extra arms.

It transformed into a fearsome three-headed, six-armed figure!

The crowd was stunned. No one expected Fenley’s Four Symbols of the Heavenly God to have such transformations.

This was a skill Fenley had unlocked after reaching the Grandmaster level.

Breaking through wasn’t just about stronger cultivation—it enhanced speed, reflexes, and a deeper understanding of techniques.

“Die!”

Fenley shouted, controlling the three-headed, six-armed spirit, and unleashed a barrage of attacks on the nine Briggs.

The spirit’s palm strikes were relentless, like a violent storm capable of splitting mountains.

Fenley didn’t care about real or fake—he was going to crush them all.

“Bang, bang, bang…”

The nine Briggs frantically dodged the onslaught of palm strikes, but there were too many. The attacks filled the air, leaving no room to escape.

One by one, Briggs’ clones were smashed and exploded into nothing.

In just a few seconds, only two Briggs remained.

But Fenley didn’t stop.

“Bang!”

Another Briggs was destroyed, leaving only one.

“Got you!”

Fenley sneered, controlling the spirit to strike with six palms at once, closing in on the last Briggs like a predator crushing its prey.