Subtle Command

A thunderous boom shook the ground like an earthquake. When the purple sword aura clashed with the nine-

colored divine swords, a terrifying energy wave suddenly erupted like a volcanic eruption.

Wherever the waves of energy swept through, the air thundered with an ear- splitting roar, and the space around

them seemed to warp.

The once-solid battle ring cracked like brittle glass and shattered into rubble.

Above it, the massive blue protective shield expanded to its limit and trembled violently under the strain.

Cracks spread like spider webs across its surface. It weaved together into a web-like pattern that spread across

the entire shield.

“Hold it together!” Oron shouted. He and several other Sacred Wyrm Summit masters frantically channeled their

internal energy into the formation.

But no matter how hard they tried, the cracks continued to spread. A moment later, the barrier shattered with a

deafening crash.

Oron and several other masters from Sacred Wyrm Summit were blasted back more than ten yards by the

shockwave. Before they even hit the ground, they were severely injured, with blood pouring from their mouths

and noses.

The remaining shockwave showed no signs of slowing down as it continued to spread outward. Like a raging tide,

it quickly swallowed up the crowd.

Those with strong cultivation managed to brace themselves, but the weaker ones were tossed around. They

were

knocked off their feet and left bloodied and bruised.

In an instant, the entire scene descended into chaos as screams, curses, and cries for help filled the air.

At Dustin and Glenn's level, even the slightest ripple from their battle was too much for ordinary people to

withstand. In fact, no one had expected such intensity from their clash. It not only obliterated the battle ring but

also shattered Sacred Wyrm Summit's carefully set up defense formation.

Even several martial arts masters from Sacred Wyrm Summit couldn't withstand it. The destructive power was

beyond anything they had ever witnessed.

“Quick! Help the injured!”

At that moment, the match’s outcno longer mattered. Kaden immediately mobilized his people to treat the

wounded.

The other major guilds quickly sprang into action. Faced with a disaster of this magnitude, no one could stand

idly by.

Fortunately, most of the audience were martial artists. They were capable of protecting themselves, so there

were no casualties.

As for the non-martial artists, there was even less to worry about. Many of them were either wealthy or

influential, with experts by their side to protect them.

Under Sacred Wyrm Summit's leadership and the cooperation of the various guilds, the chaos was quickly

brought under control. The injured were either assisted off the stands or

carried away.

The remaining spectators stayed in place with their eyes glued to the center of the ring. Compared to their

injuries, they were more curious about who won the match.

The battle ring was now in ruins. What had once been a 100-foot ring was reduced to nothing more than a

mound of shattered rubble. Dust and smoke filled the air, blocking the view and making it impossible to see

through the wreckage.

A gentle breeze swept through and cleared the smoke to reveal two lone figures standing atop separate piles of

rubble.

On the left, Glenn, dressed in black, stood with a cold expression. His breathing was heavy, and blood trickled

from the corner of his mouth. Before him, nine divine swords were

embedded in the ground. Their once- dazzling light had faded, leaving them dull and lifeless.

On the right, Dustin stood tall in white. His face was pale and glistening with sweat. The hand gripping his

Dragon Sparrow sword trembled slightly. A thin trail of blood dripped from his palm and slid down the blade

before falling onto the rubble below.

The two just stared at each other, and neither of them moved.

“What's going on? Who won?”

“Both are still standing. Could it be a draw?”

The spectators exchanged bewildered glances.

With the battle ring in ruins and the defense formation destroyed, continuing the fight seemed impossible.

At the level of these two ultimate grandmasters, even the residual force of their attacks could annihilate most of

those present. A second clash could reduce the audience to nothing more than ash.

“Sage Foyer, how do we handle this situation?” Alloy was caught off guard by the sudden turn of events.

Kaden hesitated, and his expression hardened. He had thought he was fully prepared, with the defense

formation and Sacred Wrym Summit's masters reinforcing it. Under normal circumstances, keeping control of the

situation would have been easy.

But he never anticipated that Dustin and Glenn would possess such devastating destructive-power. They had

destroyed the battle ring and broken the formation. Now, there was still no clear winner, and he felt that this was

starting to get out of hand.

“Given that the ring is destroyed, continuing the match seems pointless. How about declaring it a draw?”

Penelope spoke up suddenly..

Kaden didn’t answer. Instead, he turned to Cyrus and Alloy, asking, ”

What do you think?”

“I have no objection,” Alloy replied with a shrug.

“It's a shame, but a draw seems fair,” Cyrus said after a moment's thought.

“Okay. If everyone agrees, then it’s settled.”

Rising to his feet, Kaden amplified his voice with internal energy. “The battle ring has been destroyed, the

defense formation is broken, and neither contestant has emerged victorious.

After discussing with all parties, we declare this match a draw!”

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