An Understated Dominance Novel (Dahlia & Dustin) by Marina Vittori updated 2025-26 - An Understated Dominance Chapter 2690

Chapter 2690

“Protect the princess!”

Alongi roared, his voice hoarse and filled with defiance. Ignoring the pain tearing at his soul, he and the two remaining guards mustered the last of their inner strength, forming a simple triangular defensive formation around Grace, Stevie, and the barely conscious Old Jhangi.

But they all knew the truth—against these four monstrous battle puppets, their defense was as fragile as glass.

The battle was inevitable.

Meanwhile, deep within Fairyharbor Island…

Inside the luxurious palace, the debauchery continued—wine flowed like rivers, dancers twirled, and the haunting melody of zithers lingered in the air.

Aukon’s imposing figure reappeared silently on his massive white jade recliner, as if he had never left.

“Big brother’s back?” The effeminate man stopped playing his zither, a sly smile curving across his lips.

The Taoist-robed man and the stunningly beautiful woman also looked up, curiosity glinting in their eyes.

Aukon ignored them. He leaned back lazily, accepting the cup of wine offered by the beauty beside him. His gaze, however, was fixed ahead—at the massive, rippling mirror that had appeared in midair.

Within its shifting surface, the scene of the white jade platform came into sharp focus—Logan stood there, surrounded by four towering dragon-blood battle puppets radiating pure destruction.

“Oh? So this is the one who defeated Emmitt and broke the Mirage Maiden’s Illusion?” The Taoist-robed man leaned forward, intrigued.

The stunning woman giggled softly, her eyes gleaming like water. “He is handsome. I just hope he doesn’t get shredded in the first few seconds—that would be such a waste of good entertainment.”

The effeminate man plucked a sharp, teasing note from his zither. “Still, it’s impressive he forced my brother to use four battle puppets. Let’s see how long his brilliance lasts.”

Aukon took a slow sip of wine, his expression calm and detached—as if he were merely watching a gladiator fight for sport.

Back on the white jade platform…

The four dragon-blood battle puppets stood like walls of living iron, their auras intertwining into a web of killing intent. The air itself seemed to tremble.

Logan knew that testing them would be useless.

He inhaled deeply, and the nearly exhausted True Energy in his body roared to life like a storm. The sword intent that had been quietly restrained now erupted, surging skyward like a divine weapon unsheathed!

“Roar!”

The four puppets howled—a sound that was neither human nor beast—and in the next heartbeat, they vanished into streaks of dark red light, attacking from all directions. Every swipe of their claws distorted the space around them.

Logan’s eyes sharpened. Instead of retreating, he advanced.

His longsword rang with a clear, dragon-like cry, its blade gleaming with dazzling azure light.

“Green Lotus Sword Domain!”

With a shout, countless strands of sword energy burst from his body, spreading outward like blooming lotus petals. In moments, he was surrounded by a radiant sword domain—an impenetrable sea of cyan light.

Clang! Clang! Hiss!

The four puppets stormed into the domain. Claws and blades clashed in a relentless rhythm, sparks flying, each impact shaking the air like thunder.

But their bodies were terrifyingly durable. Even when struck directly by Logan’s sword energy, only faint white marks appeared—his attacks couldn’t break through their armor.

Worse, the dragon blood’s malevolent energy seeped into the air, corroding his sword aura and slowing the operation of his domain.

“What a brutal shell,” the Taoist-robed man muttered from within the palace.

The beautiful woman chuckled. “Of course. My brother forged them himself—bodies soaked in dragon blood and Yaochi spirit liquid for years. Ordinary sword energy can’t even scratch them.”

On the platform, Logan adjusted instantly. His swordplay shifted from wide sweeps to pinpoint precision. His figure flickered like a phantom amid the chaos, his strikes fast and exact, each thrust aimed at the puppets’ weak points—their joints and glowing eye sockets.

“Mysterious Purity Breaks Barrier!”

The tip of his sword gathered pure, cleansing energy—the natural enemy of the dragon blood’s corruption.

Pfft!

His blade pierced one puppet’s eye socket. The crimson glow within dimmed instantly, and its movements faltered. But before he could press the advantage, the other three closed in, claws flashing.

Logan didn’t even turn his head. His sword carved a perfect arc through the air.

“May all things flow as they should.”

A crescent of sword energy exploded outward, knocking back the oncoming puppets. The force still sent a shock through his body, and blood rose in his throat as he staggered back several steps.

The clash grew fiercer by the second.

Logan pushed every technique he had—his footwork, his swordsmanship, his True Energy—to their limits. Sword light and dark red shadows danced wildly, each collision echoing like thunder across the platform.

The entire jade platform trembled, and the energy waves forced Alongi and the others to retreat again and again, barely keeping their footing.

Inside the palace, Aukon drank silently, his face expressionless.

The zither’s rhythm quickened, drawn into the rhythm of battle. The once-casual observers now watched intently.

“This young man’s swordsmanship is divine,” said the Taoist-robed man quietly. “His movements are flawless, and his control over power is extraordinary. Were he not so drained—and if those puppets weren’t so unique—he might have already destroyed them.”

The woman nodded slowly. “Yes, but even the strongest human has limits. His energy is fading, while the puppets will fight until death—or beyond it. If this continues, he won’t last long.”

As if echoing her words, a thin line of blood trickled from the corner of Logan’s mouth. His breathing grew ragged, his movements slightly slower.

The puppets sensed it. Their attacks grew faster, more savage—their bodies burning with dark red fury as they closed in for the kill.

Logan’s eyes flashed.

He knew he couldn’t hold back any longer.

Planting his sword into the white jade ground, he began forming hand seals faster than the eye could follow. Ancient power surged through him—vast, timeless, and drawn from the very fabric of the heavens.

The air trembled. The clouds above churned.

Logan was about to unleash his true trump card.