Subtle Command

Glenn wasn't just skilled in swordsmanship, but his technique was also flawless. Every strike was unpredictable,

relentless, and impossible to block. His attacks cin waves, and each one was stronger than the last.

What made him even more terrifying were the six divine swords that obeyed his every command. They were like

extensions of his will.

The swords threw Dustin off balance, attacking from every direction and blocking any chance of escape. They

moved in perfect sync with Glenn and left no room for counterattacks.

Dustin had no choice but to dodge and parry. If not for his incredible agility and mastery of the sword, he

wouldn't have lasted more than a few breaths.

Even so, the pressure was overwhelming. It felt like he wasn't just facing Glenn but six or seven skilled

opponents at once. Any slip in focus, or any opening, could be his last.

The real challenge was that Dustin wasn’t gaining any ground. While he had to stay focused on dodging and

blocking, he also had to search for an opening to strike back, which made everything even more difficult.

“This is exciting! Their speed and swordsmanship are just on another level. For any sword enthusiast, this is an

absolute feast!”

“I have to admit, Dustin’s skill is impressive. Even with Glenn’s seven swords coming at him, he’s still holding his

ground.”

“This match is full of suspense. It's hard to say who'll cout on top.”

While watching Dustin and Glenn fight in the ring, the audience buzzed with excited chatter.

Sgamblers, especially those with money on the line, couldn't hide their tension. On the surface, Glenn

seemed to have the upper hand, and he pressed his attack steadily. However, he had yet to land a decisive blow.

With the unpredictable nature of the fight, no one could say how it would end.

Most had bet on Glenn, thinking he was the safer choice-high chance of winning, low odds, small profit, but it

was still a win nonetheless. If he didn’t win, those gamblers would take a big hit.

“Glenn’s already got Dustin on the ropes with seven swords. Looks like the outchas been decided.” Alloy

narrowed his eyes and watched the

fight thoughtfully.

Fenley didn’t stand a chance against Glenn's seventh sword earlier, yet Dustin had managed to hold his ground

until now.

Still, Glenn had two swords left-the strongest ones. Once those cinto play, Alloy was sure Dustin wouldn't

last much longer.

“The two are evenly matched. It's too early to call a winner, right?” Penelope's raspy voice cut in.

“Madam Penelope, we both know that once Glenn uses his final two swords, Dustin won't stand a chance. Why

bother holding onto false hope?” He shook his head with a knowing smile.

Despite his differences with the Sword Union, he had his bet placed and naturally wanted Glenn to win.

“True. Glenn does have two more swords, but how do you know Dustin doesn’t have something up his sleeve?”

She chuckled darkly. “These young martial artists are beyond what we old ones can predict. Give them a few

years, and they'll eventually take our place.”

Alloy’s smile faltered, and he fell silent. He wasn’t entirely convinced by Penelope's words, but a nagging feeling

wouldn't leave him. If Dustin had a trick up his sleeve, the match could take an unexpected turn.

On the battle ring, Glenn pressed the attack without pause. With each swing of his Fang Master, afterimages

blurred in its wake and struck Dustin.

In contrast, the six other divine swords darted back and forth as they relentlessly pressed in on Dustin. For a

moment, he seemed like a lone boat

caught in a violent storm, battered by the relentless barrage of strikes yet refusing to be capsized.

“Elderflame! Go!”

Frustrated by his inability to break Dustin's defenses, Glenn called upon his eighth divine sword, Elderflame.

A streak of gold light shot into the air and spun before descending like a meteor toward Dustin with unstoppable

force.

“ArcMor!"”

Dustin's body tensed as his mystical pure energy surged outward. A giant illusory tortoise materialized and

wrapped around him to form a protective barrier. With no room to move and nowhere to dodge, he had no choice

but to take the blow head-on.

The golden sword descended and crashed into his protection armor energy.

A deafening explosion shook the ground. The impact sent shockwaves through the protective barrier of the

battle ring and caused the blue shield to tremble and flicker like a candle in the wind.

“Hold on, everyone!” Oron shouted.

He and the other three Sacred Wyrm Summit masters channeled their internal energy into the formation to

stabilize it.

In the center of the battle ring, Glenn's Elderflsword hovered above Dustin. Its sharp tip pressed hard

against the protection armor energy around him.

The illusory tortoise surrounding Dustin began to crack, and the fractures spread rapidly across its

surface. At this rate, it was clear his defenses wouldn't hold much longer.

“Voidreaver!” Glenn quickly pressed his advantage and summoned his ninth divine sword.

It was the Voidreaver, ranked eighth on the Divine Weapon List-stronger even than Dustin's Celestial Blade,

ranked ninth.

The sword flew out of the case and rapidly grew as it ascended. Within moments, it expanded into a massive

weapon, over 30 feet long and six feet wide.

It was pitch-black and radiated a menacing energy, as if it had risen from the depths of the underworld. Just a

glance was enough to send a chill down anyone’s spine.

“Strike him!” Glenn raised his sword finger and flicked it down with force.

The enormous Voidreaver soared higher before plummeting with a thunderous crash. It cat Dustin like a

falling building and was ready to crush him into dust.