An Understated Dominance by Marina Vittori (official version)

Krel's strength had multiplied after taking Tigazuril. With one kick, the 50-thousand-pound bronze cauldron flew

up into the air like a football, unstoppable.

The sudden turn of events caused the expressions of the spectators to change drastically, and they scattered in

all directions, afraid of being hit.

If hit head-on by a cauldron weighing 50 thousand pounds, coupled with the terrifying impact, one would most

likely be crushed into pieces.

"Holy shit! Who could possibly stop this kick?"

The crowd was secretly shocked and filled with dread. They hadn't expected Krel to becso powerful after

taking the tablet that he could kick around a 50-thousand-pound cauldron like a ball.

His erupting force had reached an unimaginable level.

"Punk, you're finished this time!" Jimmy said, wearing a vicious grin.

Even if Dustin had supernatural abilities, he couldn't possibly withstand the immense impact of the 50-

thousand-pound cauldron. He had only two options—surrender and evade or be smashed into a pulp.

"Hat"

Watching the approaching cauldron, Dustin only smirked and remained standing without even flinching. Until the

moment of imminent impact, he suddenly extended his hand and grabbed the cauldron.

With a deafening boom, his palm collided solidly with the 50-thousand-pound cauldron. The powerful shockwave

instantly stirred up a violent air current, sweeping toward the surroundings. Wherever it passed, dust rose, and

debris flew.

The spectators were pushed back by the air current, unable to keep their eyes open. When everything finally

calmed down, the scene before them was truly astonishing.

Dustin was still steadily on his feet, not retreating even a single step. With his left hand behind his back and his

right hand gripping the bronze cauldron, his expression remained calm and composed.

His incredible finger strength had left several deep marks on the bronze cauldron.

With just one hand, he had lifted the heavy cauldron and suspended it in midair. It was as if he was holding a

large ball. His grip was steady as a rock and couldn't be budged even a fraction.

Silence. The entire venue was surprisingly quiet.

Everyone stared wide-eyed at Dustin holding the cauldron with one hand, their faces filled with disbelief.

They couldn't believe their eyes. Facing the ferocious impact of the 50-thousand-pound cauldron, Dustin not only

emerged unscathed, but he also managed to catch it with just one hand!

Was he even a human to be able to do that?

"Am. am | seeing this right? This guy actually caught the cauldron with one hand?"

"Oh my God! How much strength does he have to do it so effortlessly?"

"A monster... He's a monster!"

After a brief silence, the entire venue erupted into chaos.

Everyone was dumbfounded by Dustin's impossible act. They had thought that after taking Tigazuril, Krel would

be able to turn the tables. The fact that Dustin would still be stronger wasn't something they expected.

Since the beginning, he had been concealing his strength. The 50-thousand-pound cauldron looked like a toy in

his hand, and he seemed to be holding it without the slightest pressure.

There was only one explanation for how he could achieve such a feat—he truly possessed the Divine Strength!

"He. he blocked it? How is that possible?"

Compared to the shock of the onlookers, Jimmy felt more fear. After taking Tigazuril, Krel had doubled his

strength. The kick he just delivered was incredibly powerful and unstoppable.

In his view, Dustin had only one way to go if he couldn't evade—death.

However, the result once again exceeded his expectations. He not only survived but also blocked the attack

stunningly, astonishing the audience.

"What?"

"How can this be?"

At this moment, Krel was the most shocked of them all.

He was already halfway to becoming a grandmaster, and the kick he just delivered carried at least 80 thousand

pounds of force. Along with the inertia of the cauldron, it would be impossible to block it if one didn't have at

least 100 thousand pounds of force.

Who exactly was this kid? How could he be so terrifying?

Just as everyone was in shock, cracks suddenly appeared in the bronze cauldron in Dustin's hands. The cracks

began to spread rapidly, covering the entire body of the cauldron in the blink of an eye.

In the next second, there was a loud explosion, and the bronze cauldron exploded into countless fragments,

scattering on the ground.

Everyone was dumbfounded once again, including Dustin, who was slightly stunned. The cauldron seemed a

little too fragile.

"It's not my fault, sir. The cauldron broke on its own," he said, shrugging and looking innocent.

The judge's jaw almost dropped. He was momentarily at a loss for words.

Ordinary Divine-level martial artists would struggle to even lift a 50-thousand-pound cauldron, yet the two in

front of him were treating it like a toy, kicking it around like soccer.

The worst part was that they had broken the specially forged cauldron for testing. How was he supposed to

explain this to his superior now?

"I'll compensate for the cauldron. Whatever the cost, put it on my account," said a clear voice.

At that moment, the beautiful young man, Dalen, leisurely walked over. He was accompanied by several others,

including Crystal. They had already registered and were waiting for Dustin in the rest area outside.

After waiting for a while without seeing him, they decided to cand see what was going on. They just

happened to witness Dustin and Krel having a duel with the cauldron.

"Who are you?" asked the judge while scanning Dalen from head to toe.

"I'm Dalen Shade from the Shadow Citadel," he replied and showed his badge to prove his identity.

He continued, "Dustin here is my friend. Whatever he breaks, Shadow Citadel will pay for all of it."

"Shadow Citadel?"

Hearing this, many people in the crowd began to stir.

Shadow Citadel was one of the top sects in the country, second only to the Celestial Alliance, the Sword Union,

and the Mystic Arts Order. Its influence in Dragonmarsh was even stronger than that of Boulderthorn.

Although Shadow Citadel practiced both divine and dark magic and had a somewhat shady reputation, few dared

to provoke them in the martial world.

This was because they were extremely protective of their disciples. If any disciple was wronged outside, they

would go to any lengths to seek justice.

"Dustin, continue the match. Feel free to go all out with us backing you up!" Dalen said, full of confidence and

boldness as he folded his arms.

So what if Krel was the chief senior disciple of Forsakenstriders, the subsidiary guild of Boulderthorn? In the face

of true genius, he wasn't even worth mentioning!