An Understated Dominance Novel (Dahlia & Dustin) by Marina Vittori updated 2025-26 - An Understated Dominance Chapter 2400

Chapter 2400

Glenn was not only skilled in controlling the sword but also possessed exceptional swordsmanship. Each move was fluid and unpredictable, delivering fierce and unstoppable strikes.

The most daunting part was that when Glenn launched an attack, six enchanted swords supported him.

These six magic swords constantly pressured Dustin, attacking with force at times and blocking at others. They worked seamlessly with Glenn, leaving no gaps in their formation.

Dustin dodged and parried with precision. Without his expert footwork and sword skills, he would have been defeated in moments.

Even so, Dustin felt immense pressure.

It was as if he wasn’t just fighting Glenn but battling six or seven masters at once. The slightest misstep or flaw could lead to a fatal blow.

The real challenge was that Dustin had no chance to gain the upper hand. He had to search for openings to counter while staying on defense, making his task even harder.

“This is incredible! Their footwork and swordsmanship are unmatched. For any sword enthusiast, this is a spectacle!”

“Dustin’s performance is amazing. He’s holding his own even with Glenn wielding seven swords.”

“This fight is full of suspense. It’s impossible to tell who will win.”

The crowd couldn’t help but talk as they watched the duel unfold.

Gamblers who had placed bets were even more tense.

Glenn seemed to have the upper hand as the aggressor, but he couldn’t secure victory, keeping everyone guessing.

Most people bet on Glenn for safety. He had a high win rate and low odds, so even a small profit was worth it.

But if Glenn didn’t win, those bets would fall apart.

“Glenn’s seven swords have Dustin cornered. His victory seems certain,” Alloy Marshall muttered, eyes narrowed.

Fenley had fallen to Glenn’s seventh sword before, so Alloy was surprised that Dustin was still standing. But Glenn still had two more powerful swords left. Once he unleashed them, Dustin wouldn’t be able to withstand the assault.

“The fight is balanced right now. Isn’t it too soon to call it?” Penelope Solace’s sharp, hoarse voice cut in.

“Master Solace, we both know that if Glenn goes all out and uses his final two swords, Dustin has no chance. Why struggle?” Alloy said with a confident smile.

Despite not always agreeing with the Sword Union, Alloy had a stake in Glenn’s victory and wanted him to win.

“It’s true that Glenn has two powerful swords left, but who says Dustin doesn’t have a secret move?” Penelope’s smile was sly. “These young fighters can surprise us. In a few years, they’ll replace us.”

Alloy’s smile wavered, a hint of doubt creeping in. What if Dustin did have a final trick?

Back in the ring, Glenn’s relentless attacks continued. The Shenque Sword in his hand moved so fast it left afterimages, striking at Dustin repeatedly.

The six enchanted swords darted around him, adding constant pressure.

Dustin, like a small boat in a storm, swayed but refused to go under.

“Xuanyuan!”

After a long assault, Glenn unleashed his eighth sword—the Xuanyuan Sword.

A golden light shot into the sky, spun, and then plummeted toward Dustin like a falling star with the power to destroy everything.

Dustin braced himself, releasing a burst of pure, mystical energy. A giant Xuanwu phantom appeared around him, shielding him.

Pinned down, Dustin couldn’t dodge. He had to stand his ground.

“Swoosh!”

The golden sword struck, slamming into Dustin’s protective aura with a thunderous impact.

“Bang!”

The ground trembled.

Energy waves rippled out, battering the ring’s protective barrier.

The blue shield quivered, flickering like a candle in the wind.

“Hold steady!” Orion Foster shouted as he and three other Sacred Wyrm Summit masters poured energy into the formation to keep it stable.

In the ring, the Xuanyuan Sword hovered over Dustin, its tip pressing into the cracks forming on his protective energy.

The Xuanwu phantom shattered further, and it was clear it wouldn’t last.

“Hell Sword!”

Glenn seized the moment and drew his ninth sword—the Hell Sword, ranked higher than Dustin’s Celestial Blade.

“Swoosh!”

The Hell Sword emerged and grew rapidly.

In an instant, it transformed into a massive, ten-meter-long, two-meter-wide Sword. Jet black and radiating an intense murderous aura, it looked as if the Sword came from the Nine Nether Hell.

The sight alone made spectators shiver.

“Strike!”

Glenn gestured sharply, and the colossal Hell Sword lifted high before crashing down like a mountain, aiming to crush Dustin to dust.