An Understated Dominance

“It’s over. It’s all over now.” Looking at the scene before her, Isfrid’s face turned ashen, and her expression was full of despair. She had barged in full of confidence, but she didn’t expect to encounter Darkwrath here. In

terms of raw strength, ultimately, she was the loser.

“Allow me.” Dustin had somehow ended up beside her.

“You?” She frowned.

“I’m not even his match. What can you do? Leave immediately! Don’t throw your life away like that!” Even though she looked down on him, she didn’t wish for him to die in vain. “Hey! I’m talking to you.” Seeing his lack of reaction, Istrid’s frustration grew.

“This guy is unpredictable. He’s also ranked in the top ten of The Hundred Immortals. You’re no match for him.

I’ll buy time for you. Escape while you can! When you get back, ask Mrs. Harmon to send a highly skilled

fighter. Go!” She bellowed out her last word.

As the leader of team five, naturally, she wouldn’t leave her teammates behind and escape on her own. That

was why she needed someone else to deliver the message.

“So what if he’s ranked eighth? He’s nothing but a mere ant.” With a frosty expression, Dustin pushed forward.

“Hey! Are you crazy? Do you know what you’re doing? This is not the time to try to be brave. You’re never going

to beat him. What you’re doing is sending yourself to certain death.”

Istrid was both anxious and angry. She’d never seen anyone so foolish to choose to light a losing battle. This

guy was hopeless.

“Kiddo, you should have taken her advice. If you’d escaped earlier, you might’ve had a chance at living. But now, goodbye.” Darkwrath’s mouth curved up into a sinister smile. While he spoke, he licked the blood on his

steel claws like a maniac.

“Where’s Natasha? Let her go, and I’ll let you live. Dustin ordered coldly.

Everyone present was stunned. Nobody expected those words to come out of his mouth.

“Kiddo, you’re pretty wild for someone who’s about to die. It seems like I need to teach you a lesson for you to

recognize my prowess!” Darkwrath finally lost his patience as his expression turned cold. NôvelDrama.Org owns © this.

With one step forward, he propelled out like a rocket, charging toward Dustin with sheer force. Once he was

near, he waved his hand, and his steel claws shimmered like rays of light, alming straight for Dustin’s throat.

“Run!” Istrid shouted. That was the move that killed most of her team. Even she might have difficulty dodgingit.

“Can you outrun me?” Darkwrath grinned devilishly and sped up.

“Lend me your sword.” With a tap of his fool, the sword on the floor sprung up and landed firmly in his hands.

He flicked his wrist, and the blade pierced Darkwrath with a shimmer and a thunderous whistle.

What followed was the sound of a deafening clang of metal. The shimmering blade shattered Darkwrath’s steel claws, and without stopping, pierced through his neck. His body stiffened as if he had turned to stone. A thin line of blood formed slowly at his throat. Soon, the bloody line grew larger, quickly turning into a gaping wound.

The next second, his head, like a ball, rolled off the ground with a thud and straight to Istrid’s feet, his widened

eyes staring right into hers. He had died a regretful death.