An Understated Dominance Novel (Dahlia & Dustin) by Marina Vittori updated 2025-26 - An Understated Dominance Chapter 2687

Chapter 2687

“Go! Keep moving forward along the stone path!” Logan shouted in a deep, commanding voice.

He knew they couldn’t just keep defending. With a sharp motion, he withdrew the Tai Chi diagram and, instead of retreating, surged forward—turning into a streak of brilliant green light as he charged straight into the storm of light beams.

Clang!

His sword finally left its sheath, releasing a clear, dragon-like roar.

Logan’s wrist trembled slightly, and the blade burst into motion. The sword’s light poured out like a waterfall, weaving a dense green curtain of blades before him.

Ding! Dang! Boom!

Light beams crashed into the sword curtain in a violent clash, scattering sparks and waves of energy. Most beams shattered upon impact, but a few still tore through, slamming into the lake behind Logan. The blasts sent up bloody waves and even shattered part of the jade path beneath their feet.

A Long and the others were pale with fear. They didn’t dare hesitate—forming a protective circle around Grace, Stevie, and Old Jhangi as they dashed forward along the trembling stone path.

“Trying to run? Did I say you could leave?” Emmitt’s voice cut through the chaos, cold and sharp.

His figure flickered—and in the blink of an eye, he appeared at the front of the path, blocking their escape.

He pressed his fingers together like a blade, and a searing white edge of light flared forth, carrying the power to tear apart the world itself. It slashed toward A Long, who led the group.

The attack was as fast as lightning—far too fast for A Long to react.

At that critical instant, a streak of green sword light flashed out of nowhere, colliding perfectly with the side of Emmitt’s white blade.

Bang!

The light blade was deflected, barely missing A Long, and sliced into the lake behind him instead—carving out a deep trench that stretched for dozens of feet.

Logan appeared beside A Long, sword in hand, his breathing slightly unsteady. The rescue had cost him; several of Emmitt’s earlier beams had grazed him.

“Your opponent… is me,” Logan said calmly, his eyes locked on Emmitt with an unshakable resolve.

Emmitt’s lips curled into a cruel grin. “Fine. I’ll kill you first—then deal with the rest.”

His hands came together, white light and dark red energy intertwining wildly around him. The space trembled as a terrifying energy built up in his palms.

“Nirvana Wave!”

He thrust both palms forward, unleashing a half-white, half-red sphere of annihilation. It streaked toward Logan like a meteor, radiating the power to crush everything in its path. Wherever it passed, the air twisted, light vanished, and even space itself seemed to groan under the pressure.

This was Emmitt’s full strength—fueled by the dragon blood elixir and his own malevolent aura. It was enough to obliterate a mountain.

Logan’s eyes narrowed. He could sense the devastation this attack carried. There was no room for restraint.

Drawing upon every drop of his mystical true energy, he poured it all into his sword.

The blade trembled and sang, glowing with an even brighter green light. At its tip, a point of complete darkness began to form—so deep that it seemed to devour the surrounding light itself.

Slowly, Logan raised his sword. The motion looked almost unhurried, yet it felt as though it pulled on the very energy of heaven and earth.

The darkness grew and spun, condensing into a miniature black hole that floated at the sword’s tip—radiating a silence more terrifying than thunder.

“Mystical Energy Returns to the Ruins!”

Logan’s voice was low, filled with power. He thrust his sword forward—straight into the oncoming sphere of annihilation.

There was no deafening explosion. No blinding flash.

The moment the black hole touched the annihilation sphere, the world seemed to freeze.

Then, a silent, soul-crushing suction erupted.

The annihilation sphere—once powerful enough to level mountains—was caught in the black hole’s pull. Its violent energy twisted and screamed as it was torn apart and consumed.

In seconds, the massive energy sphere began to shrink and dim before their eyes.

The triumphant smirk on Emmitt’s face froze. His pupils shrank in disbelief.

“No… impossible! What kind of power is this? How can it devour the Dragon’s Evil Power?!”

He frantically tried to stabilize his attack, but it was useless—like trying to stop a flood with bare hands. The sphere collapsed, its light swallowed completely by the dark vortex at Logan’s sword tip.

In only a few heartbeats, the annihilation sphere was gone—erased from existence.

Only the small, swirling black hole remained, its presence radiating a darkness that made the soul tremble.

Logan’s face had gone pale—drained from the immense effort—but his sword arm stayed firm. The black hole’s tip still pointed straight at Emmitt, as if declaring that he would be the next to vanish into nothingness.

Emmitt stared into that darkness, feeling an ancient dread rise from the depths of his being. For the first time, fear drowned out his arrogance and fury.

Even with his newfound power, he realized he was facing something he couldn’t comprehend—let alone defeat.

“Y-You… who are you?” he stammered, his voice trembling.

Logan said nothing. He simply lifted his sword slightly.

Emmitt’s expression shifted from rage to panic. Abandoning all pride, he turned and fled—transforming into a streak of white light that shot across the blood-red lake. His voice echoed behind him, twisted with hate and unwillingness:

“Logan! You just wait! Fairyharbor Island will be your grave!”

The enemy vanished, and silence returned.

Logan slowly lowered his sword. The black hole at its tip faded away, dissolving into the still, crimson air.

He exhaled deeply, calming the turbulent energy in his body.

Though victorious, the battle had pushed him to his limit. “Mystical Energy Returns to the Ruins” had drained nearly all of his true energy.

Grace and the others finally snapped out of their stunned silence and rushed toward him.

“Logan! Are you okay?” Grace asked anxiously, her voice trembling.

Seeing the pallor on his face, her heart filled with both worry and gratitude.

“I’m fine,” Logan said, shaking his head lightly.

His gaze shifted toward the direction Emmitt had fled, then down to the dark red lake still rippling with malevolent energy. The path ahead stretched endlessly, shrouded in blood and mist.

The White Cicada might have retreated—but the danger wasn’t over.

The next enemy could be even stronger.