An Understated Dominance (Dustin Rhys)

Bryce knew Dustin was strong, but this was beyond anything he anticipated. Though he had gained the upper hand early on, Bryce still believed his skills matched Dustin's.

From his observation, Dustin relied on martial arts techniques and hit-and-run tactics. Plus, he didn't dare to confront Bryce head-on.

He had assumed that as long as he found an opening, he could exploit Dustin's weaknesses and defeat him. But when Dustin finally stopped holding back, Bryce realized how wrong he'd been.

It turned out Dustin wasn't just playing hit-and-run tactics. Instead, he'd held back the entire tto spare Bryce from an embarrassing defeat.

The moment Dustin stopped holding back, Bryce didn't stand a chance. Even without special techniques, Dustin's raw power, speed, and reflexes were enough to crush him.

The difference in their abilities was staggering, so much so that no amount of skill could close the gap.

And it wasn't just Bryce who was shocked. Except for Nathaniel, who had already expected this outcome, everyone else was stunned.

They hadn't anticipated that after Dustin went all out, it would take only one strike to defeat Bryce.

After all, Bryce was a battle-hardened grandmaster martial artist. Among his peers, he was considered one of the best.

Sure, his aggressive assault had drained him of senergy, but none of that mattered when Dustin landed his punch.

Everyone couldn't deny that they had underestimated the seemingly unassuming Dustin.

"Mr. Rhys, your strength is extraordinary. I admit defeat," Bryce said.

He rose to his feet and saluted Dustin. His earlier contempt was replaced by genuine admiration.

In the military, strength commanded respect. A talent like Dustin-young and strong-was the kind of person everyone looked up to.

"I appreciate the challenge, General Gantz, "Dustin replied with a salute. There was no hint of pride in his tone. For him, this was just a sparring session to help Nathaniel drill his men. The outchad never been in doubt. "So, what do you think? Have everyone finally realize there's always someone better," Nathaniel said. His gaze swept over his soldiers with a subtle but unmistakable warning.

He continued, "You've all trained hard, but many of you have bectoo arrogant and proud of your abilities. I brought Mr. Rhys here today to teach you a lesson. Remember this-from now on, stay humble, be patient, and always strive to improve." "Yes, Your Highness," the soldiers responded in unison. Dustin's youth and strength had clearly sparked their motivation.

"If anyone still has doubts, feel free to challenge Mr. Rhys and test yourselves," Nathaniel added with a grin.

As soon as he said it, everyone glanced around at each other. If even Bryce had been taken down so easily, what hope did the rest of them have? Their strength difference was just too big. Challenging Dustin now felt less like training and more like volunteering for a beating.

"I'll do it!" At that moment, Lycas, who was eager to try, finally stood up. As the team's commanding officer, his strength was unquestionable and far surpassed Bryce's.

Since Bryce had been defeated, whether to learn or to redeem himself, Lycas knew it was tfor him to step in. "It's rare to meet someone of your caliber, Mr. Rhys. I'd be honored to learn from you, "Lycas said, and he stepped forward with a salute.

Not only was he bigger and stronger than Bryce, but his cultivation was on another level. He believed that if he went all out against Dustin, he had a 50% chance of winning.

"Logan, looks like I'll have to trouble you again,” Nathaniel said with a knowing smile.

"No trouble at all," Dustin replied calmly." If General Derin is eager to spar, I'm happy to oblige." "Since you've had hand-to-hand combat earlier, how about we use weapons this time?" Lycas suggested with a grin.

While he was capable in hand-to-hand combat, he was more comfortable with weapons and was eager to show off his strengths.

"Sure." Dustin nodded.

"Bringmy blade!" Lycas commanded sharply.

Soon, two elite soldiers cover carrying a heavy broadsword.

Lycas grabbed the hilt. He spun it several times in the air, then slammed the pommel on the ground.

A low rumble echoed as the ground trembled slightly under the force.

"Mr. Rhys, the training ground has a variety of weapons. Choose whatever you like," Lycas said loudly.

"I prefer using a sword," Dustin said.

Without another word, he raised his hand and made a grabbing motion. A longsword from the weapon rack landed perfectly in his hand. The sword vibrated slightly and emitted a soft hum.

The weapons in Nathaniel's mansion were far from ordinary. Even this m NO longsword, forged from darksteel, was sharp enough to slice through a hair with ease. It was a testament to the quality and history behind them. "Mr. Rhys, I look forward to our fight," Lycas said. He held the broadsword with one hand and took a stance.

"Shere," Dustin replied. He gripped the sword in a reverse hold and nodded.

Everyone stared at them, the anticipation thick in the air.

On one side stood their general, and on the other, a martial arts expert invited by Nathaniel. In a contest of weapons, it was anyone's guess who would cout on top.