An Understated Dominance Novel (Dahlia & Dustin) by Marina Vittori updated 2025-26 - An Understated Dominance Chapter 2694

Chapter 2694

Facing three near-invulnerable black-haired flying corpses, Logan moved like smoke, weaving effortlessly between their strikes.

He didn’t clash head-on anymore; his swordwork transformed — razor-sharp and cunning. Every thrust hit precisely at joint seams or talisman energy nodes, piercing weak points like he could see the corpses’ inner workings.

Ding! Ding! Sizzle!

A sword glow flickered. One zombie’s knee joint snapped from the impact, freezing it mid-lunge.

Another talisman was pierced and the corpse suddenly spun wildly like a broken puppet.

The third charged with brutal force, claws aiming straight for Logan’s heart. But Logan slid aside with smooth footwork and stabbed backward — his blade driving into its open mouth, ripping through its skull from within like a beam of white light breaking through the sky.

In just a few breaths, all three powerful flying corpses were disabled — shredded by Logan’s precise, merciless swordsmanship.

“Trash.”

Aoki’s face twisted, humiliation fueling his fury. His hands snapped together. The bright wood aura around him darkened into a deep, devouring green that seemed to swallow all light.

“Azure Wood Divine Thunder — annihilate all life!”

Both palms thrust out.

A pillar of lightning — thick as a tree trunk, sickly green and reeking of decay — tore through the air with a ghost-howling screech. It carried a force meant to erase life itself.

This wasn’t true heavenly thunder, but a corrupted imitation — born from decayed wood qi and dragon malice, meant to rot flesh and devour vitality.

Logan’s eyes narrowed — this strike was far above anything the Dragon Blood War Puppets had unleashed.

He didn’t hold back.

All the Xuanqing True Qi he’d managed to recover surged into his blade. The sword trembled, cloud patterns flowing, and a tiny azure dragon phantom coiled around it.

“One sword — startle the dragon.”

His breath steadied. His body and blade aligned. Then he shot forward like a streak of cyan lightning, meeting the destructive thunder head-on.

No retreat. No hesitation. Just pure force clashing against pure force.

BOOOOM—!

Azure brilliance collided with corrupted green thunder, erupting like a world-ending storm. Light swallowed the hall. A shockwave blasted through the wine pool, sending spiritual liquid erupting like a tidal wave. Jade pillars shook. Those indulgent mortals who couldn’t dodge screamed as they were flung aside.

When the glare faded, Logan still stood — sword raised. His robes were torn, lightning burns streaking his body, blood trickling from his lips.

But his blade pointed steadily forward.

The dark green thunder had been cut clean in half. The remnants crashed behind him, scorching the white jade floor and eating into it with corrosive sizzles.

Aoki stared, stunned speechless.

His strongest strike — shattered by a counterattack.

His mind froze.

Logan didn’t.

In that instant, Logan vanished — reappearing right before Aoki like a flash of swordlight.

Too fast. Faster than thought.

Aoki barely saw the gleam of steel before instinct screamed danger. He tried to form a wood shield, to teleport away — but he was already too late.

Pft—!

Blood sprayed.

Logan’s sword pierced the thick armor of vines across Aoki’s chest and drove straight through his left shoulder. Violent sword qi tore through muscle and meridians, ripping apart his corrupted wood energy from within.

“AAHHH—!”

Aoki was flung backward like a broken kite, slamming into a jade pillar before collapsing to the floor.

Blood poured from the wound, and the sword qi lingering inside kept ripping at him, preventing healing and draining his life with every heartbeat. His face turned ghost-white, breath shattered. Terror and hatred filled his eyes.

One sword. Aoki — crushed.

Silence smothered the hall.

All arrogance vanished from the effeminate man and the stunning beauty. Their smiles disappeared, replaced with true fear.

Aukon finally rose, abandoning his lazy recline. His eyes turned glacial — fury and killing intent burning like ancient ice and flame.

Logan leaned slightly on his sword, breath rough from the relentless battles. His body screamed exhaustion.

Yet his spine remained straight.

And his gaze — sharp, unwavering — met Aukon’s furious, primordial stare without a hint of fear.