An Understated Dominance Novel (Dahlia & Dustin) by Marina Vittori updated 2025-26 - An Understated Dominance Chapter 2392

Chapter 2392

“There were only seven swords before, but in just one year, two more have recognized him as their master. This kid’s progress is beyond what I ever achieved,” Cyrus mused, touching his chin with a mix of surprise and relief. He had always believed in Glenn’s potential, yet even his high expectations had been surpassed.

Cyrus knew that as Glenn gained more swords, his combat power would grow exponentially. With seven swords, he had already topped the Legendary list. Now, with nine swords, his strength was on another level.

“He truly is a child of destiny,” sighed Katy Foster, unable to hold back her admiration.

Nine swords answered to Glenn’s call, demonstrating a level of talent and cultivation far beyond his peers. It was clear—new generations were surpassing the old ones in remarkable ways.

“There’s going to be quite a show,” Penelope Solace said with a sinister laugh. In her eyes, it didn’t matter whether the Celestial Alliance or the Sword Union emerged victorious. As long as both sides fought fiercely and suffered losses, it would create an opportunity for the Mystic Arts Order to gain an advantage.

Penelope had no illusions about winning the championship. Her granddaughter, Abigail, had decent talent, but she wasn’t on the same level as monsters like Glenn or Dustin. Third place would be more than enough for her.

Meanwhile, on the arena stage, the atmosphere was intense. Sword energy filled the air, and the pressure bore down heavily on Fenley’s heart.

“No! I haven’t lost yet! I can still fight!” Fenley gritted his teeth and lifted his head against the overwhelming force. Glenn’s nine swords didn’t intimidate him; he still had a trump card up his sleeve.

“Come on! Show me what you’ve got!” Fenley’s voice thundered, his spirit swelling in defiance. Under the crushing pressure of the nine swords, he found a breakthrough within himself, and his aura grew even stronger.

“Look at Fenley’s aura—it’s getting stronger!” an astonished spectator exclaimed. “He’s breaking through in the middle of this fight. Incredible!”

“This battle is about to get even more thrilling,” others whispered, unable to contain their amazement.

It was the mark of a true genius—facing a powerful enemy didn’t break him, but rather pushed him to new heights.

“Breaking through from entry-level to minor success? Impressive,” Glenn remarked, raising an eyebrow. But despite his opponent’s progress, Glenn remained unfazed.

“Let me show you my Four Symbols of the Heavenly God!” Fenley shouted, his voice filled with determination. His energy surged like a raging sea, pouring into the spirit behind him.

“The Wrath of the Thunder God!”

Fenley roared, pulling his fist back to gather power before thrusting it forward with all his might. The spirit mimicked his movement, and in an instant, lightning and thunder filled the sky. Blue lightning enveloped the spirit, forming a massive spear of pure destructive energy, nearly ten meters long.

This was Fenley’s ultimate move—his strongest attack yet.

“Longyuan! Chengying! Kunwu!” Glenn whispered as he raised his hand. Three of his nine swords hovered in the air, glowing with different colors.

“Bang!” The Longyuan sword was first to strike, clashing against the lightning spear. The explosion was deafening, and both the sword and the spear shattered on impact.

“Bang!” The Chengying sword followed immediately, striking the spirit’s fist with immense force. The resulting shockwave tore apart half of the spirit’s body, sending Fenley staggering, blood trickling from his nose.

“Swoosh!” Another sword flew through the air.

The third Kunwu sword pierced Fenley’s body. He clenched his teeth and struck the sword with his fist in desperation, but the force of the blow sent him hurtling backwards. Blood spilled from his mouth as he crashed to the ground.

Before he could rise, Glenn’s fourth Shenque sword silently approached, stopping just short of Fenley’s throat.

“Buzz!” The sword vibrated, its razor-sharp energy grazing Fenley’s skin and drawing a thin line of blood. He froze, realizing that if the sword moved even an inch further, his life would end.

The entire arena held its breath, waiting for Glenn’s decision. Fenley’s fate now rested entirely in his rival’s hands.