An Understated Dominance

Dalen had provoked Thaddeus. When Thaddeus unleashed a powerful strike at the cost of his own lifespan, he pushed his cultivation to its limits. At that moment, he finally broke through and became a grandmaster martial artist.

With the prowess of a grandmaster, he executed his strongest technique- Mountain Defenco. Hence, this strike was the deadliest move he had ever delivered.

Thaddeus was confident that even if Dalen were a grandmaster martial artist, he wouldn’t be able to withstand the attack unscathed.

A powerful blue blade aura, accompanied by wind and thunder, surged toward Dalen with overwhelming force. Wherever it passed, skies darkened, thunder roared, and it seemed capable of cataclysmic destruction.This is property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

However, Dalen remained unfazed. He calmly opened his folding fan and gently waved it at the incoming blue blade aura.

Suddenly, a gentle breeze lifted into the air. It met the blue blade aura head-on, like a mouse trying to stop an elephant.

Thaddeus’s blade aura was immensely destructive and formidable. In contrast, Dalen’s gentle breeze seemed weak and delicate.

The difference between them was like a tsunami compared to mere waves. Just when spectators expected Thaddeus to kill Dalen, an unexpected scene unfolded.

Thaddeus’s blade aura shattered instantly upon contact with Dalen’s gentle breeze. There was no warning, no resistance, not even a sound.

With a casual flick of his fan, Dalen effortlessly dispersed Thaddeus’s most powerful attack. The fragments of the blade aura shimmered with blue light, drizzling down from the sky in a mesmerizing display.

Thaddeus was shocked, and his eyes widened in disbelief. The spectators were just as stunned, Their mouths hanging open as they tried to make sense of what they had just seen.

Thaddeus had unleashed an attack that only a grandmaster martial artist could pull off. They were sure he could dominate the competitors in Group B.

Dalen should have struggled to withstand such an attack, even with the protection of the Evasio Incantation. He should have sustained serious injuries.

Surprisingly, he intercepted the attack and effortlessly shattered it by waving his folding fan. The fan seemed ordinary, without any distinguishing features. He waved it casually as if swatting away a fly.

This seemingly simple gesture had an astonishing effect. It sent shivers down the spines of many grandmaster martial artists present.

The spectators wouldn’t have believed it if they hadn’t seen it with their own eyes. They were baffled by how such a gentle movement could unleash such tremendous power. Just how strong was Dalen?

A hush fell over the surroundings. As they watched, the blue rain began to drizzle from the sky. Many spectators felt like they were dreaming, finding the scene almost surreal.

“How… How is this possible? You…” Thaddeus was too shocked to speak. He was utterly confused.

How had his all-out strike been effortlessly intercepted? How did Dalen, who looked to be in his 20s, possess such incredible strength?

Thaddeus felt like he had been toyed with from start to finish. Was this the difference in their abilities?

After 30 years of grueling training, enduring countless hardships and torments, he believed his strength was formidable enough to make a name for himself in the battle ring. At that moment, he realized there was always someone stronger, and he was still too weak.

In the face of true genius, Thaddeus’ abilities were simply not enough. He sensed that Dalen hadn’t exerted himself fully from start to finish.

To Dalent, all Thaddeus’ attacks seemed like clumsy attempts. This realization stirred a deep sense of defeat within him.

“Father Savier, there’s one last move,” Dalen said with a smile. He appeared calm, yet his composure only made him inscrutable.

Suddenly, Thaddeus shuddered and spat out a mouthful of blood. His big frame couldn’t take the strain, and he collapsed on the battle ring.

His face was ashen and devoid of any will to continue the fight. He knew he had lost. Continuing would only bring him more disgrace.

Dalen’s strength was overwhelming. If he wanted to, he could have easily finished the fight. Yet, he had shown Thaddeus enough respect by not going for a brutal knockout.

Thaddeus understood that to push further would be ungrateful and foolish. Lying on the battle ring, he stared at the blue sky.

With great difficulty and a bitter heart, he uttered, “I… concede.”