An Understated Dominance Novel (Dahlia & Dustin) by Marina Vittori updated 2025-26 - An Understated Dominance Chapter 2660

Chapter 2660

Two blinding rays of light—like twin miniature suns—detonated over the lakeside. Heaven and earth tipped out of balance; even the rushing wind froze still.

The handsome man’s whole body shuddered. A line of glaring crimson slid from his left nostril, staining his robe with a stark blood spot.

He lifted a trembling hand, slender fingers brushing his nose. Seeing the blood on his fingertips, his normally icy eyes flared with rage.

He had never endured humiliation like this. Not only had his mental assault failed, it had left him wounded instead.

“You’re looking for death!”

His roar cracked like thunder. The light around him flared severalfold.

The clear sky darkened at once. Black clouds boiled overhead, and purple electric snakes slithered through them with a sharp, sizzling hiss.

He thrust one palm toward the heavens. The remaining spiritual power in his body roared up, resonating with the thunder above. Lightning as thick as bowls cascaded from the clouds, converging in his hand like rivers returning to the sea.

Amid that raging thunder, a spear of pure lightning took shape.

It stretched three meters, the tip as sharp as a blade, flashing with destructive cold light. Dense runes crawled along the shaft, each one alive in the lightning, exuding suffocating pressure.

The air warped and scorched. The lake boiled, mist rising in sheets. Ground cracked like spiderwebs from where he stood, and gravel floated weightless under the pull of thunder.

“This… this is the power of heaven’s thunder!” someone in the distance gasped, faces paling.

When the spear finished condensing, the handsome man’s arm corded with veins. He hurled it at Logan like a thunder god’s wrath.

As it tore across the sky, a dark seam ripped the air. Mist along its path burned away, and miniature bolts burst outward, pocking the earth with smoking craters. Even space itself rippled as if ready to collapse.

Facing this cataclysm, Logan did not retreat. Battle-fire lit his eyes.

He rose in a single motion. His long sword hummed; green sword-energy erupted like a volcano, shattering the stone table’s remains into dust.

“Come on!” Logan shouted. Both hands locked on the hilt, he poured every thread of true energy into the blade.

The cloud-patterns on the sword flared, coalescing into a hovering green dragon whose roar shook the sky.

“Blue Dragon Breaks!”

Logan twisted his wrist. The long sword and its dragon avatar lunged toward the lightning spear.

The blade cut so fast it left only afterimages. The dragon’s jaws gaped wide, fangs bared to clash with thunder.

When they met, time seemed to stop.

A silent shockwave spread first. Tents by the lake flattened in an instant. Trees hundreds of feet tall snapped like brittle sticks, debris whirling skyward.

Then the boom arrived, deafening. Green sword-energy and purple thunder writhed together, forming a massive orb of destruction where they collided. Lightning flashed inside the orb like caged stars.

The onlookers clutched their ears, yet their eardrums still burned with pain. They stared as the orb swelled and warped the air so badly even sunlight bent away.

Just before it could burst, Logan’s eyes narrowed. He poured out a final surge of power. The dragon swelled, slamming headlong into the spear’s tip.

A sharp crack split the sky. The runes on the lightning spear shattered one by one. Purple thunder dimmed.

The handsome man’s face blanched. He tried to pull the spear back—but sword-energy raced up its length, numbing his arm.

Before he could recover, Logan used the recoil to hurl himself forward, a stream of green light rushing down the spear’s body.

The hiss of his blade slicing air stabbed into eardrums. Sword-energy wrapped him like a cone, piercing what thunder remained.

“No—!”

The handsome man’s pupils shrank. Terror replaced arrogance.

He tried to dodge but found himself locked inside Logan’s sword-field, limbs frozen.

All he could do was watch the incoming strike.

With a single, unerring thrust, Logan’s sword punched through his chest and burst out his back.

Green sword-energy surged from the blade into his body, tearing apart meridians and shattering his spiritual core.

Stiffly the handsome man looked down at the wound. Blood poured over his dark-blue robe.

Rage and pride drained from his eyes, replaced only by fear.

He opened his mouth to speak but managed only a hoarse hiss of escaping air.

His body shook violently. Light flickered under his skin as though something within was about to detonate.

Bang—!

He exploded.

Blood, flesh, and bone fragments splattered across the lakeside, staining the grass and water red.

The hovering light vanished. The air reeked of blood and faint spiritual energy.

Deprived of its core, the orb of energy burst apart. Countless lights scattered like falling meteors, fading quickly into nothing.

Silence fell over the lakeside. Only wind through leaves and the soft sound of water remained.

Logan slowly lowered his sword. Blood dripped from the tip, pooling at his feet.