An Understated Dominance Novel (Dahlia & Dustin) by Marina Vittori updated 2025-26 - An Understated Dominance Chapter 2667

Chapter 2667

“Can’t let it finish!” Logan’s eyes turned cold as he stopped holding back.

The mystical energy in his body surged like a roaring river and poured into his long sword. The blade hummed, radiating a stronger green light until a ten-foot-long lightsaber shadow condensed above his head.

“Cut!”

Logan pressed his fingers together and slashed forward. The massive lightsaber, carrying the will to tear everything apart like a divine judgment from the heavens, came crashing down on the beast as it condensed the energy ball.

Before the sword even arrived, its sharp intent locked the space around the beast, leaving it with no chance of escape.

The flying beast felt a fatal threat. Fear flickered in its single eye, and the energy ball in its mouth was forced to fire prematurely, hurtling toward the colossal lightsaber.

“Boom—!!”

The explosion was far more violent than before. The entire canyon shook, as though it might collapse at any moment.

The black energy ball and the cyan lightsaber clashed for an instant before the lightsaber cleaved through it. The remaining sword force didn’t stop—it struck directly at the beast’s horn.

“Crack!”

The horn shattered with a crisp sound. The lightsaber split the beast from its head to its tail in one clean strike.

The flying beast froze mid-air, its single eye quickly dimming.

A heartbeat later, its body split neatly in half and crashed to the ground. Blood rained down as it twitched twice before falling still.

“Is… is it over?” one guard stammered, staring at the bisected corpse in disbelief.

Grace exhaled, relieved, but her eyes stayed fixed on the carcass. A strange unease lingered in her chest. This beast is too strange. Could it still have more tricks?

Her fear was soon confirmed.

The corpse of the beast’s second form quickly lost its luster, turning gray. Instead of bleeding, its body disintegrated like dried clay, releasing streams of black smoke.

The smoke didn’t dissipate. It gathered and compressed at the center, twisting the very air around it.

A terrifying aura, far more suffocating than before, surged forth like an ancient evil god awakening from eternal slumber.

From within the smoke, a blurry one-meter-tall figure slowly emerged.

It was no longer beast-like but humanoid, clad in dark red armor that looked forged from lava and bone. Two scarlet flames flickered beneath its helmet, and in its hand it gripped a spear of pure dark energy, its form shifting and writhing unnaturally.

This third form of the “beast” radiated a restrained but unfathomable power. Its burning scarlet eyes fixed on Logan with cold detachment, filled only with the purest will to kill and destroy.

Just standing there, it seemed like the master of darkness and death itself.

The oppressive force pressed down harder than anything Logan had felt before—nearly equal to the old man in Taoist robes. For the first time, his relaxed expression vanished.

He raised his long sword slowly, the tip pointing straight at the armored figure, his gaze razor sharp.

Without a sound, the figure moved.

No roar. No warning. It simply thrust its twisted dark spear forward.

The motion seemed slow, yet in an instant it crossed dozens of feet. Wherever the spear’s tip passed, the space split open with faint black cracks. A cold, corrosive aura locked onto Logan—silent, but as fast as lightning.

This strike carried nothing but pure speed and destruction.

Logan’s pupils narrowed. The power behind this thrust far surpassed the beast’s earlier forms. He dared not underestimate it. His energy surged wildly, sword aura flaring to its peak.

“Break!”

Logan exhaled sharply. The long sword in his grip struck forward, its tip meeting the dark spear with precise accuracy.

“Clang—!”

The piercing collision rang out like steel shattering eardrums.

Sword tip and spear tip clashed at a single point, erupting with light and darkness as green sword energy and black energy devoured each other.

There was no outward explosion—every ounce of force compressed into that tiny spot, making it even more dangerous.

Logan felt the deathly, corrosive power creep along his blade, numbing his arm. The ground beneath his feet cracked and sank as if crumbling into nothing.

The armored figure stood firm, unmoving. The scarlet flames beneath its helmet flickered faintly—surprised that Logan had withstood the strike.

But it didn’t pause. With a flick of its wrist, the dark spear withdrew like a venomous snake.

In the blink of an eye, spear shadows filled the sky, descending like a storm to engulf Logan from every direction. Each shadow carried a bone-chilling force that seemed capable of ripping apart the soul.

Logan’s eyes sharpened. His body flickered through the air as his sword weaved a seamless curtain of green light.

“Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding!”

The canyon rang with relentless clashes. Sword lights and spear shadows crashed violently, their unleashed fragments cutting into the rock walls and riddling them with holes.

Their movements blurred into streaks of light, colliding again and again, each strike making the canyon tremble. The battle now was fiercer—and deadlier—than anything before.