An Understated Dominance, Dustin Rhys story. Chapters 1301 and beyond - JUNLEE (aka Jungal2000) English interpretation

Translated by Jungal2000

This is my take on an ongoing Chinese novel by an unknown author. I've never been much of a reader when it comes to lengthy novels, but as soon as I delved into this tale, I was hooked like a fanatic. And I can't seem to stop. Unfortunately, the English version I was following only released three chapters a day, and my appetite for the story was insatiable. So, I decided to take matters into my own hands and started translating the Chinese text myself. Along the way, I've tried to inject some context into it because Google's translation tends to be too literal.

I've used different names for characters in my translations since they're a result of my own artistic interpretation. I began my translations from Chapter 967, which was posted in a different discussion thread. My aim is to tackle at least 100 chapters a week. However, as much as I love translating and reading this novel, I make sure to reserve my weekends for my family and friends – they're the ones who matter most to me.

The reason for this new thread is that during my two days off, some talented translators have continued where I left off. Their work is already shared and posted in my previous thread. This is fantastic news for readers looking for weekend reads. To avoid any confusion, I decided to create a new thread where I can upload and continue my translations. I'm doing all of this out of love for the story and the enjoyment I get from the process; it makes me feel like I'm a part of the narrative.

For those who are new to this, the best translations are provided by Muhindi Wa Kuchoma, and they are the work of the legendary translator Marina Vitori.


This is the tale of a prince, a legendary Kirin known as Logan Rhys. His life underwent a dramatic change a decade ago when his mother met a mysterious and untimely demise. Fueled by a relentless pursuit of truth, justice, and vengeance, he abandoned his royal palace and adopted the guise of a commoner, going by the name Dustin Rhys. The once-arrogant young prince transformed into a timid and soft-spoken individual, making him an easy target for bullies.

During these ten years, Logan secretly honed his skills and strength, undergoing a profound transformation. However, a recent divorce from his wife, Dahlia Nicholson, after three years of marriage, coupled with a series of life-altering events, pushed him back into action. Slowly but surely, he began to shed his timid persona, reemerging as the formidable figure he once was.

Join us as we follow the journey of Dustin, or Logan, as he strives to surpass, outmaneuver, and overpower entire armies and kingdoms, all through his own determination and bare hands.

 

[Devil Nava]

9th October 2024

Chapters 2642-2643

There was a flash of blue light! A blue lightning shield, like an inverted bowl, directly covered the entire ring.

The energy waves generated by the explosions madly hit the blue shield.

Like a surging wave, wave after wave, one after another, endless.

The blue shield kept trembling and shaking, and it lasted for several breaths before it finally stopped.

The audience below the stage also breathed a sigh of relief, and was quite frightened.

Fortunately, Zhang Qizheng reacted quickly, otherwise once the energy of the explosion just now poured out, it would have probably affected the audience present in the arena

Han Feiyang has already been become a grandmaster, even if it's just a casual blow, it's enough to take someone's life.

At this moment, on the ring. When everything got settled, the situation had changed. Han Feiyang still stood majestically, full of momentum, his robes fluttering, like a god descending to earth.
The Fire/Thunder-god (Four Symbols) stood behind him was lifelike, with sharp eyes, adding a bit of majesty.

On the other hand, Yan Buqi was directly catapulted more than ten meters away after the collision.

His handsome face turned pale, with bloodshot at the corners of his mouth, and his arms began to tremble slightly uncontrollably.

"Sure enough, the gap is still very large." Yan Buqi secretly complained in his heart.

He could clearly feel that compared with yesterday's performance; Han Feiyang was much stronger today.

The fact is that even before Han Feiyang broke the realm, his hope of winning was very slim, and now it is even more impossible.

"You can block my Fire/Thunder-god's Wrath head-on. I have to admit that you are really powerful."

Han Feiyang's eyes were bright and he spoke loudly: "If it was before, it might not be easy for me to defeat you, but now there is a gap in realm between the two of us, and your resistance is futile."

If it were an ordinary martial arts master, he would have been wiped out under the bombardment of his Fire/Thunder-god's Wrath!

But Yan Buqi was able to stand well, with only some internal injuries, which was enough to prove his extraordinariness.

He was a person who cherished talent and did not want to strangle the opponent, so he did not pursue the victory just now.

On the other hand, if Han Feiyang hand continued to use Fire/Thunder-god's Wrath, the person in front of him would have either died or been disabled.

"Thank you, Brother Han, for showing mercy just now.

I admit defeat." Yan Buqi stood up straight and clasped his fists towards Han Feiyang: "I admit defeat in this match."

Hearing this, Han Feiyang breathed a sigh of relief. Although he did not gave it all, yet he also wanted to retain his strength.

After all, the killing moves of the Four Symbols of the Fire-god consume a lot of energy. Even if he had defeated Yan Buqi by using Fire/Thunder-god's Wrath, it would have also waste considerable amount of energy. It might have some impact on the following matches.

Now that the opponent has voluntarily admitted defeat, it saves some energy.

Yan Buqi's defeat was not unexpected.

Since the two came on stage, most of the audience believed that Han Feiyang could win.

The difference was how long Yan Buqi could hold on under Han Feiyang's strong attack?

Being able to block two killer moves without dying had already shown that Yan Buqi strength was extraordinary.

If the fight continued, it would really cost lives.

It's just a game, there was no need to really risk one's life. Doing something, knowing that it was impossible, was not courage, but was stupidity!

Obviously, Yan Buqi was not a stupid person.

"Contestant No. 8 Yan Buqi admits defeat, congratulations to contestant No. 1 Han Feiyang for winning!" Referee Zhang Qizhen quickly announced the result.

For a while, the audience applauded like thunder.

Especially the disciples of Tianxiahui, they cheered and jumped for joy.

Defeating Yan Buqi means that Han Feiyang has successfully entered the semi-finals, which is naturally a cause for celebration.

"Master Xiao, your chief disciple is really extraordinary!"

In the main audience, Zhang Yuzhen smiled and sighed: "In just one night, the whole person seems to have been reborn, and his strength has greatly improved. It's really amazing."

Yesterday, Han Feiyang performed the Heavenly-god Four Symbols Art, but it was far less powerful than today. Anyone with a discerning eye could see the clues at a glance.

"Master Zhang really has a good eye."

Xiao Wuming smiled slightly and said proudly: "Feiyang broke through in the battle and is now a grandmaster. He can really stand on his own."

"Oh? Really? Congratulations." Zhang Yuzhen smiled.

"Although the breakthrough in the battle has enhanced strength, there are also considerable hidden dangers. If you can't consolidate your cultivation well, you may go crazy at any time."

Hong Xingchao said out of the blue.

He hated the glory of the Tianxiahui the most, so he naturally had to pour a basin of cold water on them.

"Hmph! Don't worry, Master Hong. My disciple has a solid foundation and will break through naturally. There are no hidden dangers, and it is even more impossible for him to go astray. I am afraid that I will disappoint someone!" Xiao Wuming said coldly.

“This crow mouth makes people feel uncomfortable as soon as he opens his mouth.” Xiao Wuming thought.

"Even if there are no such hidden dangers, it is a fact that his strength is unstable. You don't really think that you can win the championship with a grandmaster who has just broken through, right?

You are too naive!" Hong Xingchao sneered.

His disciple Hong Juding had reached the grandmaster level two years ago. How could a fledgling like Han Feiyang be compared with him?

"Hmph! Whether you can win the championship, you will know soon. I hope you can still be as strong as you are now." Xiao Wuming sneered.

The unique skills of the Tianxiahui were not just the Four Gods as Han Feiyang was not an ordinary genius. Now It was evn easy for Tianxiahui to defeat the strong and even kill people above thier levels…….

Hi pls don't spoil the flow... We are following Junlee's hard work. If you wAnt to post start a new thread and post there....

 

[Lu Dustin]

9th October 2024

Chapters 2642-2643

There was a flash of blue light! A blue lightning shield, like an inverted bowl, directly covered the entire ring.

The energy waves generated by the explosions madly hit the blue shield.

Like a surging wave, wave after wave, one after another, endless.

The blue shield kept trembling and shaking, and it lasted for several breaths before it finally stopped.

The audience below the stage also breathed a sigh of relief, and was quite frightened.

Fortunately, Zhang Qizheng reacted quickly, otherwise once the energy of the explosion just now poured out, it would have probably affected the audience present in the arena

Han Feiyang has already been become a grandmaster, even if it's just a casual blow, it's enough to take someone's life.

At this moment, on the ring. When everything got settled, the situation had changed. Han Feiyang still stood majestically, full of momentum, his robes fluttering, like a god descending to earth.
The Fire/Thunder-god (Four Symbols) stood behind him was lifelike, with sharp eyes, adding a bit of majesty.

On the other hand, Yan Buqi was directly catapulted more than ten meters away after the collision.

His handsome face turned pale, with bloodshot at the corners of his mouth, and his arms began to tremble slightly uncontrollably.

"Sure enough, the gap is still very large." Yan Buqi secretly complained in his heart.

He could clearly feel that compared with yesterday's performance; Han Feiyang was much stronger today.

The fact is that even before Han Feiyang broke the realm, his hope of winning was very slim, and now it is even more impossible.

"You can block my Fire/Thunder-god's Wrath head-on. I have to admit that you are really powerful."

Han Feiyang's eyes were bright and he spoke loudly: "If it was before, it might not be easy for me to defeat you, but now there is a gap in realm between the two of us, and your resistance is futile."

If it were an ordinary martial arts master, he would have been wiped out under the bombardment of his Fire/Thunder-god's Wrath!

But Yan Buqi was able to stand well, with only some internal injuries, which was enough to prove his extraordinariness.

He was a person who cherished talent and did not want to strangle the opponent, so he did not pursue the victory just now.

On the other hand, if Han Feiyang hand continued to use Fire/Thunder-god's Wrath, the person in front of him would have either died or been disabled.

"Thank you, Brother Han, for showing mercy just now.

I admit defeat." Yan Buqi stood up straight and clasped his fists towards Han Feiyang: "I admit defeat in this match."

Hearing this, Han Feiyang breathed a sigh of relief. Although he did not gave it all, yet he also wanted to retain his strength.

After all, the killing moves of the Four Symbols of the Fire-god consume a lot of energy. Even if he had defeated Yan Buqi by using Fire/Thunder-god's Wrath, it would have also waste considerable amount of energy. It might have some impact on the following matches.

Now that the opponent has voluntarily admitted defeat, it saves some energy.

Yan Buqi's defeat was not unexpected.

Since the two came on stage, most of the audience believed that Han Feiyang could win.

The difference was how long Yan Buqi could hold on under Han Feiyang's strong attack?

Being able to block two killer moves without dying had already shown that Yan Buqi strength was extraordinary.

If the fight continued, it would really cost lives.

It's just a game, there was no need to really risk one's life. Doing something, knowing that it was impossible, was not courage, but was stupidity!

Obviously, Yan Buqi was not a stupid person.

"Contestant No. 8 Yan Buqi admits defeat, congratulations to contestant No. 1 Han Feiyang for winning!" Referee Zhang Qizhen quickly announced the result.

For a while, the audience applauded like thunder.

Especially the disciples of Tianxiahui, they cheered and jumped for joy.

Defeating Yan Buqi means that Han Feiyang has successfully entered the semi-finals, which is naturally a cause for celebration.

"Master Xiao, your chief disciple is really extraordinary!"

In the main audience, Zhang Yuzhen smiled and sighed: "In just one night, the whole person seems to have been reborn, and his strength has greatly improved. It's really amazing."

Yesterday, Han Feiyang performed the Heavenly-god Four Symbols Art, but it was far less powerful than today. Anyone with a discerning eye could see the clues at a glance.

"Master Zhang really has a good eye."

Xiao Wuming smiled slightly and said proudly: "Feiyang broke through in the battle and is now a grandmaster. He can really stand on his own."

"Oh? Really? Congratulations." Zhang Yuzhen smiled.

"Although the breakthrough in the battle has enhanced strength, there are also considerable hidden dangers. If you can't consolidate your cultivation well, you may go crazy at any time."

Hong Xingchao said out of the blue.

He hated the glory of the Tianxiahui the most, so he naturally had to pour a basin of cold water on them.

"Hmph! Don't worry, Master Hong. My disciple has a solid foundation and will break through naturally. There are no hidden dangers, and it is even more impossible for him to go astray. I am afraid that I will disappoint someone!" Xiao Wuming said coldly.

“This crow mouth makes people feel uncomfortable as soon as he opens his mouth.” Xiao Wuming thought.

"Even if there are no such hidden dangers, it is a fact that his strength is unstable. You don't really think that you can win the championship with a grandmaster who has just broken through, right?

You are too naive!" Hong Xingchao sneered.

His disciple Hong Juding had reached the grandmaster level two years ago. How could a fledgling like Han Feiyang be compared with him?

"Hmph! Whether you can win the championship, you will know soon. I hope you can still be as strong as you are now." Xiao Wuming sneered.

The unique skills of the Tianxiahui were not just the Four Gods as Han Feiyang was not an ordinary genius. Now It was evn easy for Tianxiahui to defeat the strong and even kill people above thier levels…….

You seem to be member since last year. You are not supposed to post your translations on this thread. This thread belongs to Junlee. Start a new thread.

 

[Junlee (aka 'Jungal2000')]

CHAPTER 2642: THE THUNDER'S CLASH

A flash of blue light lit up the arena.

A protective blue lightning barrier, shaped like an upturned bowl, instantly covered the entire stage. The shockwaves from the explosion crashed against the barrier, wave after relentless wave, like a raging storm. The barrier trembled violently, quaking under the pressure for several heartbeats before finally settling.

The audience below collectively exhaled, their faces showing a mix of relief and lingering fear.

"Thank goodness for Jeremy's quick reflexes," someone muttered in the crowd. "If that blast had escaped the stage, we'd all be caught in the crossfire."

It was no small thing to face Vincent, a Grandmaster. Even a casual attack from him could be deadly.

On the stage, as the dust and energy cleared, the situation had changed.

Vincent stood tall and proud, exuding an aura of sheer dominance. His robes flapped in the wind, making him seem like a god descending from the heavens. Behind him, the spirit of a divine figure loomed, its eyes sharp and commanding, adding to his already overwhelming presence.

In stark contrast, Kieran was flung back, tumbling a dozen meters away. His handsome face had gone pale, and blood trickled from the corner of his mouth. His arms trembled involuntarily, unable to control the shock running through him.

"The gap... it’s too big," Kieran thought bitterly. He could feel it, a stark difference between today’s Vincent and the one he fought yesterday. Even then, his chances were slim, but now? Impossible.

"You’ve managed to block my God's Fire Fury head-on. I have to admit, you are impressive," Vincent’s voice boomed with confidence. "If it were before, I might’ve struggled to defeat you. But now, the difference in our levels is too vast. Any further resistance is pointless."

A normal martial artist would have been reduced to ash under his attack. Yet, Kieran stood—bruised but still standing. That alone was proof of his exceptional skill.

Vincent admired talent and had refrained from delivering a fatal blow. If he had unleashed his full power, his God's Thunder Fury would have left Kieran either dead or crippled.

"Thank you, Brother Vincent, for showing mercy," Kieran said, straightening his posture and clasping his fists in respect. "I concede this match."

Hearing this, Vincent let out a subtle sigh of relief. Though he hadn't given his all, there was no denying the toll his ultimate move would take. The Heavenly God's Four Symbols Technique required immense energy, and while he could defeat Kieran, it would have come at a cost to his own strength.

---

The tension of the moment settled. The audience whispered among themselves, torn between awe at Vincent’s might and respect for Kieran’s resilience.




CHAPTER 2643: THE ROAD TO VICTORY

The previous fight left an undeniable mark on the remaining matches.

With Kieran voluntarily conceding, it saved both parties from a more brutal confrontation.

His defeat wasn’t unexpected. From the moment they stepped onto the stage, most of the spectators had already bet on Vincent's victory. The only question was: how long could Kieran withstand Vincent’s powerful attacks?

Surviving two of Vincent’s killing moves was proof enough of Kieran’s skill. But to continue fighting would mean risking death.

After all, this was just a tournament—no need to stake one’s life.

There’s a fine line between bravery and foolishness. Knowing when to surrender isn’t cowardice; it’s wisdom. Clearly, Kieran wasn’t a fool.

"Contestant No. 8, Kieran Parks, concedes! Congratulations to Contestant No. 1, Vincent Chambers, for advancing to the semifinals!" The referee, Jeremy, quickly announced the outcome.

The crowd erupted into thunderous applause. Especially the disciples from the World Society, who celebrated wildly. Their champion, Vincent, had now secured his spot in the semifinals—an achievement worthy of celebration.

"Master Moore, your first disciple is truly extraordinary," remarked Spencer from the VIP section with a smile. "In just one night, it’s as if he’s been reborn. His strength has skyrocketed, and it’s quite the spectacle."

Yesterday, Vincent’s Heavenly God's Four Symbols Technique was powerful, but today’s display was on an entirely different level. Anyone with sharp eyes could see the drastic improvement.

"Master Richards, your insight is impeccable." Darkbane, Vincent’s master, couldn’t hide his pride. "Vincent broke through mid-fight. He’s now a Supreme Grandmaster and more than capable of holding his own."

"Is that so? Well, congratulations," Spencer replied politely with a smile.

But not everyone shared in the congratulations. Across from them, Nolan, a rival sect leader, couldn’t resist taking a jab. "A sudden breakthrough does increase power, but it also comes with risks. If he doesn’t stabilize his cultivation properly, he might face serious consequences. He could fall into *qi deviation* at any moment."

Nolan’s tone dripped with disdain. He had little love for the World Society and relished the opportunity to throw shade.

"Hmph! Spare your concern, Sect Master Fitzgerald," Darkbane shot back, his voice cold. "My disciple’s foundation is solid. His breakthrough was natural, without any hidden dangers. I’m afraid you’ll be disappointed if you’re waiting for him to fail."

Nolan, with his usual cynical attitude, sneered, "Even without those dangers, his strength is still unstable. Do you really think a newly-ascended Supreme Grandmaster has a chance at winning the championship? That’s a bit naive, don’t you think?"

Nolan’s own disciple, Billy, had reached the Supreme Grandmaster level two years ago and was widely regarded as a formidable force. In his mind, Vincent couldn’t possibly compare.

Darkbane’s eyes flashed with anger, but he maintained his composure. "Whether or not he can win, you’ll see soon enough. I just hope you’ll still be as confident when the time comes."

After all, the World Society’s techniques weren’t limited to the Heavenly God's Four Symbols Technique. Vincent wasn’t an ordinary prodigy; he was more than capable of defeating stronger opponents, even killing above his level when necessary.

 

[Achublue]

CHAPTER 2642: THE THUNDER'S CLASH

A flash of blue light lit up the arena.

A protective blue lightning barrier, shaped like an upturned bowl, instantly covered the entire stage. The shockwaves from the explosion crashed against the barrier, wave after relentless wave, like a raging storm. The barrier trembled violently, quaking under the pressure for several heartbeats before finally settling.

The audience below collectively exhaled, their faces showing a mix of relief and lingering fear.

"Thank goodness for Jeremy's quick reflexes," someone muttered in the crowd. "If that blast had escaped the stage, we'd all be caught in the crossfire."

It was no small thing to face Vincent, a Grandmaster. Even a casual attack from him could be deadly.

On the stage, as the dust and energy cleared, the situation had changed.

Vincent stood tall and proud, exuding an aura of sheer dominance. His robes flapped in the wind, making him seem like a god descending from the heavens. Behind him, the spirit of a divine figure loomed, its eyes sharp and commanding, adding to his already overwhelming presence.

In stark contrast, Kieran was flung back, tumbling a dozen meters away. His handsome face had gone pale, and blood trickled from the corner of his mouth. His arms trembled involuntarily, unable to control the shock running through him.

"The gap... it’s too big," Kieran thought bitterly. He could feel it, a stark difference between today’s Vincent and the one he fought yesterday. Even then, his chances were slim, but now? Impossible.

"You’ve managed to block my God's Fire Fury head-on. I have to admit, you are impressive," Vincent’s voice boomed with confidence. "If it were before, I might’ve struggled to defeat you. But now, the difference in our levels is too vast. Any further resistance is pointless."

A normal martial artist would have been reduced to ash under his attack. Yet, Kieran stood—bruised but still standing. That alone was proof of his exceptional skill.

Vincent admired talent and had refrained from delivering a fatal blow. If he had unleashed his full power, his God's Thunder Fury would have left Kieran either dead or crippled.

"Thank you, Brother Vincent, for showing mercy," Kieran said, straightening his posture and clasping his fists in respect. "I concede this match."

Hearing this, Vincent let out a subtle sigh of relief. Though he hadn't given his all, there was no denying the toll his ultimate move would take. The Heavenly God's Four Symbols Technique required immense energy, and while he could defeat Kieran, it would have come at a cost to his own strength.

---

The tension of the moment settled. The audience whispered among themselves, torn between awe at Vincent’s might and respect for Kieran’s resilience.




CHAPTER 2643: THE ROAD TO VICTORY

The previous fight left an undeniable mark on the remaining matches.

With Kieran voluntarily conceding, it saved both parties from a more brutal confrontation.

His defeat wasn’t unexpected. From the moment they stepped onto the stage, most of the spectators had already bet on Vincent's victory. The only question was: how long could Kieran withstand Vincent’s powerful attacks?

Surviving two of Vincent’s killing moves was proof enough of Kieran’s skill. But to continue fighting would mean risking death.

After all, this was just a tournament—no need to stake one’s life.

There’s a fine line between bravery and foolishness. Knowing when to surrender isn’t cowardice; it’s wisdom. Clearly, Kieran wasn’t a fool.

"Contestant No. 8, Kieran Parks, concedes! Congratulations to Contestant No. 1, Vincent Chambers, for advancing to the semifinals!" The referee, Jeremy, quickly announced the outcome.

The crowd erupted into thunderous applause. Especially the disciples from the World Society, who celebrated wildly. Their champion, Vincent, had now secured his spot in the semifinals—an achievement worthy of celebration.

"Master Moore, your first disciple is truly extraordinary," remarked Spencer from the VIP section with a smile. "In just one night, it’s as if he’s been reborn. His strength has skyrocketed, and it’s quite the spectacle."

Yesterday, Vincent’s Heavenly God's Four Symbols Technique was powerful, but today’s display was on an entirely different level. Anyone with sharp eyes could see the drastic improvement.

"Master Richards, your insight is impeccable." Darkbane, Vincent’s master, couldn’t hide his pride. "Vincent broke through mid-fight. He’s now a Supreme Grandmaster and more than capable of holding his own."

"Is that so? Well, congratulations," Spencer replied politely with a smile.

But not everyone shared in the congratulations. Across from them, Nolan, a rival sect leader, couldn’t resist taking a jab. "A sudden breakthrough does increase power, but it also comes with risks. If he doesn’t stabilize his cultivation properly, he might face serious consequences. He could fall into *qi deviation* at any moment."

Nolan’s tone dripped with disdain. He had little love for the World Society and relished the opportunity to throw shade.

"Hmph! Spare your concern, Sect Master Fitzgerald," Darkbane shot back, his voice cold. "My disciple’s foundation is solid. His breakthrough was natural, without any hidden dangers. I’m afraid you’ll be disappointed if you’re waiting for him to fail."

Nolan, with his usual cynical attitude, sneered, "Even without those dangers, his strength is still unstable. Do you really think a newly-ascended Supreme Grandmaster has a chance at winning the championship? That’s a bit naive, don’t you think?"

Nolan’s own disciple, Billy, had reached the Supreme Grandmaster level two years ago and was widely regarded as a formidable force. In his mind, Vincent couldn’t possibly compare.

Darkbane’s eyes flashed with anger, but he maintained his composure. "Whether or not he can win, you’ll see soon enough. I just hope you’ll still be as confident when the time comes."

After all, the World Society’s techniques weren’t limited to the Heavenly God's Four Symbols Technique. Vincent wasn’t an ordinary prodigy; he was more than capable of defeating stronger opponents, even killing above his level when necessary.

lies lies lies... natural mid-fight breakthrough... all for what? just to make your disciple shine a little more? if the truth comes out now that Vincent took the breakthrough pill just before his fight, his reputation will be tainted.

 

[Bearded_Falcon]

CHAPTER 2642: THE THUNDER'S CLASH

A flash of blue light lit up the arena.

A protective blue lightning barrier, shaped like an upturned bowl, instantly covered the entire stage. The shockwaves from the explosion crashed against the barrier, wave after relentless wave, like a raging storm. The barrier trembled violently, quaking under the pressure for several heartbeats before finally settling.

The audience below collectively exhaled, their faces showing a mix of relief and lingering fear.

"Thank goodness for Jeremy's quick reflexes," someone muttered in the crowd. "If that blast had escaped the stage, we'd all be caught in the crossfire."

It was no small thing to face Vincent, a Grandmaster. Even a casual attack from him could be deadly.

On the stage, as the dust and energy cleared, the situation had changed.

Vincent stood tall and proud, exuding an aura of sheer dominance. His robes flapped in the wind, making him seem like a god descending from the heavens. Behind him, the spirit of a divine figure loomed, its eyes sharp and commanding, adding to his already overwhelming presence.

In stark contrast, Kieran was flung back, tumbling a dozen meters away. His handsome face had gone pale, and blood trickled from the corner of his mouth. His arms trembled involuntarily, unable to control the shock running through him.

"The gap... it’s too big," Kieran thought bitterly. He could feel it, a stark difference between today’s Vincent and the one he fought yesterday. Even then, his chances were slim, but now? Impossible.

"You’ve managed to block my God's Fire Fury head-on. I have to admit, you are impressive," Vincent’s voice boomed with confidence. "If it were before, I might’ve struggled to defeat you. But now, the difference in our levels is too vast. Any further resistance is pointless."

A normal martial artist would have been reduced to ash under his attack. Yet, Kieran stood—bruised but still standing. That alone was proof of his exceptional skill.

Vincent admired talent and had refrained from delivering a fatal blow. If he had unleashed his full power, his God's Thunder Fury would have left Kieran either dead or crippled.

"Thank you, Brother Vincent, for showing mercy," Kieran said, straightening his posture and clasping his fists in respect. "I concede this match."

Hearing this, Vincent let out a subtle sigh of relief. Though he hadn't given his all, there was no denying the toll his ultimate move would take. The Heavenly God's Four Symbols Technique required immense energy, and while he could defeat Kieran, it would have come at a cost to his own strength.

---

The tension of the moment settled. The audience whispered among themselves, torn between awe at Vincent’s might and respect for Kieran’s resilience.




CHAPTER 2643: THE ROAD TO VICTORY

The previous fight left an undeniable mark on the remaining matches.

With Kieran voluntarily conceding, it saved both parties from a more brutal confrontation.

His defeat wasn’t unexpected. From the moment they stepped onto the stage, most of the spectators had already bet on Vincent's victory. The only question was: how long could Kieran withstand Vincent’s powerful attacks?

Surviving two of Vincent’s killing moves was proof enough of Kieran’s skill. But to continue fighting would mean risking death.

After all, this was just a tournament—no need to stake one’s life.

There’s a fine line between bravery and foolishness. Knowing when to surrender isn’t cowardice; it’s wisdom. Clearly, Kieran wasn’t a fool.

"Contestant No. 8, Kieran Parks, concedes! Congratulations to Contestant No. 1, Vincent Chambers, for advancing to the semifinals!" The referee, Jeremy, quickly announced the outcome.

The crowd erupted into thunderous applause. Especially the disciples from the World Society, who celebrated wildly. Their champion, Vincent, had now secured his spot in the semifinals—an achievement worthy of celebration.

"Master Moore, your first disciple is truly extraordinary," remarked Spencer from the VIP section with a smile. "In just one night, it’s as if he’s been reborn. His strength has skyrocketed, and it’s quite the spectacle."

Yesterday, Vincent’s Heavenly God's Four Symbols Technique was powerful, but today’s display was on an entirely different level. Anyone with sharp eyes could see the drastic improvement.

"Master Richards, your insight is impeccable." Darkbane, Vincent’s master, couldn’t hide his pride. "Vincent broke through mid-fight. He’s now a Supreme Grandmaster and more than capable of holding his own."

"Is that so? Well, congratulations," Spencer replied politely with a smile.

But not everyone shared in the congratulations. Across from them, Nolan, a rival sect leader, couldn’t resist taking a jab. "A sudden breakthrough does increase power, but it also comes with risks. If he doesn’t stabilize his cultivation properly, he might face serious consequences. He could fall into *qi deviation* at any moment."

Nolan’s tone dripped with disdain. He had little love for the World Society and relished the opportunity to throw shade.

"Hmph! Spare your concern, Sect Master Fitzgerald," Darkbane shot back, his voice cold. "My disciple’s foundation is solid. His breakthrough was natural, without any hidden dangers. I’m afraid you’ll be disappointed if you’re waiting for him to fail."

Nolan, with his usual cynical attitude, sneered, "Even without those dangers, his strength is still unstable. Do you really think a newly-ascended Supreme Grandmaster has a chance at winning the championship? That’s a bit naive, don’t you think?"

Nolan’s own disciple, Billy, had reached the Supreme Grandmaster level two years ago and was widely regarded as a formidable force. In his mind, Vincent couldn’t possibly compare.

Darkbane’s eyes flashed with anger, but he maintained his composure. "Whether or not he can win, you’ll see soon enough. I just hope you’ll still be as confident when the time comes."

After all, the World Society’s techniques weren’t limited to the Heavenly God's Four Symbols Technique. Vincent wasn’t an ordinary prodigy; he was more than capable of defeating stronger opponents, even killing above his level when necessary.

"An apple doesn't fall far from the tree" Vincent is true reflection of Darkbane, he knows deep down that he can't win the competition but refuses to back down from his big talk.
I wonder if 'Drunken Maniac' aka Gregory Jones might have joined pantheon to settle score of Dustin's mother's death( if those top ranked on world shaking list, that are present in the competition were involved). Just a hypothesis unless everyone involved in his mother's death has already been eliminated, which I blame my bad memory for not retaining.

 

[Lu Dustin]

lies lies lies... natural mid-fight breakthrough... all for what? just to make your disciple shine a little more? if the truth comes out now that Vincent took the breakthrough pill just before his fight, his reputation will be tainted.

Yeah Darkbane is “big talk” only

 

[Extroshi]

CHAPTER 2640: THE GOD'S WIND FURY

Vincent made up his mind. No more hesitation. His aura surged rapidly.

Streams of powerful *qi* erupted from the vital points across his body. In an instant, his hair stood on end, his robe billowed violently, and radiant energy shot out from every pore. Behind him, the vague silhouette of a divine figure grew clearer and more imposing, its face now fully defined, exuding authority.

Seeing this, Kieran's face turned serious. He knew—Vincent was about to unleash his killing blow.

"Divide!"

Without a second thought, Kieran formed hand seals. His body trembled, and in the blink of an eye, he split into three. Then, with another tremor, each of those figures split into three again.

In a matter of moments, there were nine.

And then, once more, those nine became twenty-seven.

Within the span of a single breath, Kieran had created twenty-seven clones! His breathing was labored now. This was his limit—any more and his body would collapse under the strain.

"Ha! Cheap tricks!" Vincent scoffed as he glanced at the surrounding clones. "Today, I'll show you what true power looks like!"

Raising both hands slowly to his chest, Vincent suddenly thrust them forward, roaring, "God's Wind Fury!"

At the same time, the divine figure behind him mimicked his movements.

The sky darkened. Winds howled and thunder roared. Two massive palm imprints formed, carrying with them a storm of wind blades, hurtling toward Kieran with terrifying force.

Wind blades filled the sky, an endless torrent of lethal edges. At first glance, it seemed like the palm imprints were the main attack, and the wind blades a mere supplement. But hidden within the endless storm of wind blades was the true killing blow.

"Scatter!"

Kieran commanded his twenty-seven clones to spread out, dodging from all directions, each one trying to escape the deadly storm.

He knew better than to take Vincent’s killing move head-on unless it was absolutely necessary.

Boom!

The two massive palm imprints slammed into nine of Kieran's clones, obliterating them instantly. Some weren’t even hit directly but were torn to shreds by the sheer force of the wind.

The remaining clones managed to evade the direct impact of the palm strike, but they weren’t safe from the wind blades.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!

The wind blades, sharp and deadly, continued their relentless assault, slicing through Kieran's clones like a hot knife through butter. His army of twenty-seven clones began to dwindle visibly. Within a few breaths, only a handful remained.

Yet the wind blades showed no sign of stopping. They continued to fill the sky, leaving no room for escape. The overwhelming force sent chills down the spine of everyone watching.

It was only at this moment that the audience finally realized the true terror of the *Heavenly God's Four Symbols Technique*.





CHAPTER 2641: THE WRATH OF THE FIRE GOD

Even just the first form of the *God's Wind Fury* held a power capable of obliterating everything within a hundred-meter radius, transforming the entire area into a death zone. Any living creature caught within it would be torn to pieces by the relentless wind blades.

This dazzling and overwhelmingly powerful attack surpassed anything the audience had seen in previous matches.

"No wonder Vincent ranks so highly on the Whiz List—his reputation is well-deserved!"

"Doesn't it feel like Vincent is even stronger today than he was yesterday?"

"You're right! He used *God's Wind Fury* yesterday as well, but it wasn’t anywhere near this terrifying. Could he have been hiding his true strength all along?"

"..."

The spectators whispered among themselves, their excitement tempered by growing concern. Many were starting to worry for Kieran. Against such a formidable opponent, surviving the match, let alone winning, seemed impossible.

Meanwhile, on the stage...

Having sacrificed twenty-six of his clones, Kieran had narrowly dodged all of Vincent's attacks, eventually reaching a position behind him—an area where the wind blades could not reach.

"Ha! Do you really think you can survive just by hiding? What wishful thinking!" Vincent sneered as he abruptly turned around. His hands transformed into fists, and with a sudden motion, he launched his next attack.

"God's Fire Fury!"

The divine figure behind him immediately mirrored the movement, and the sky thundered violently.

Two enormous flaming fists, engulfed in blazing fire, roared toward Kieran, reducing everything in their path to charred remains. Even the air itself began to warp from the searing heat.

The terrifying, scorching energy engulfed the entire arena.

Without any clones left to draw attention, Kieran had no way to dodge the two gigantic flaming fists. There was nowhere to run.

If evasion wasn’t an option, then he would face it head-on!

Kieran's hands moved rapidly, forming intricate seals, and suddenly, a layer of silver light enveloped his entire body. It was as though he had donned silver armor, and his already handsome face took on an even more divine and majestic appearance.

"Order, Soldier, Battle, Formation, Front, Align, Forward, Stand, Advance—Break!"

As he finished chanting the incantation, his entire body transformed into a streak of silver light and shot directly toward Vincent's flaming fists.

Silver light collided with red fire in midair. For a brief moment, both forces hung suspended, before smashing into each other with explosive force.

Boom!!

A thunderous crash echoed across the battlefield as the ground trembled violently.

A shockwave of destructive energy radiated outward from the point of impact, like a tidal wave crashing with unstoppable momentum.

"This is bad!"

The referee, Jeremy, reacted swiftly. His expression darkened as he rushed forward, activating the protective formation that shielded the entire arena. If the energy had been allowed to spill out, who knows how many lives might have been lost.

Looks like Kieran might pull a surprise here. Anytime Vincent goes a step higher with his attacks, Kieran seems to find a way around it. What will it mean if he is to defeat Vincent? Surely it will break Vincent and I'm not sure he will ever be the same again

 

[Kirin Blood]

"An apple doesn't fall far from the tree" Vincent is true reflection of Darkbane, he knows deep down that he can't win the competition but refuses to back down from his big talk.
I wonder if 'Drunken Maniac' aka Gregory Jones might have joined pantheon to settle score of Dustin's mother's death( if those top ranked on world shaking list, that are present in the competition were involved). Just a hypothesis unless everyone involved in his mother's death has already been eliminated, which I blame my bad memory for not retaining.

That's what is called "Blowing your "

 

[davidtobrise]

I have a question, I am not sure I remember Vincent fight 'Yesterday'. Could that reference be a mistake. Just asking.

 

[Kirin Blood]

I have a question, I am not sure I remember Vincent fight 'Yesterday'. Could that reference be a mistake. Just asking.

It's not a mistake... It really did happened as stated.

 

[Gily]

The old masters drama are interesting. I don't know at what level are these old masters at

 

[Achublue]

The old masters drama are interesting. I don't know at what level are these old masters at

at the very least supreme grandmaster approaching immortal... because it would shameful that their disciples would be higher cultivation than them.

 

[Junlee (aka 'Jungal2000')]

CHAPTER 2644: THE BATTLE OF PRIDE

Despite Kieran’s defeat, his popularity remained untouched.

The crowd, especially his female fans, erupted into cheers, chanting his name with fervor. It was a scene unlike any before—a testament to his allure.

"Looks do have their perks," someone muttered in the crowd.

“Master Kieran, are you alright?” Ruby asked with concern as Kieran returned to his seat.

“It’s just a minor wound. Nothing serious,” he replied, shaking his head with a smile. However, a hint of disappointment flickered in his eyes, betraying the mask of confidence.

For Kieran, this tournament wasn’t just about fame or fortune—it was about proving himself. To show the world that he was second to none.

Reaching the quarterfinals was no small feat, but he had hoped to go further. Unfortunately, his skills weren’t enough this time. He had fallen just short of the semifinals.

Of course, losing to Vincent wasn’t something he felt ashamed of. In fact, it was a defeat he could accept.

“You’ve already proven your worth, Master Kieran,” Emeraldg chimed in, trying to lift his spirits. “Many disciples from renowned sects couldn’t make it this far. You shouldn’t be discouraged.”

“Exactly! You’re far better than me. I didn’t even make it to the top sixteen,” Ulysses, his fellow competitor, added with a laugh. His body was wrapped in bandages from the injuries he had sustained earlier in the competition. “Look at you now! Famous, respected, and with an army of fans—it’s nothing short of amazing.”

Though battered and bruised, Kieran’s name now resonated across the martial world.

---

Meanwhile, across the arena...

“Brother Vincent, you’re incredible! You barely even broke a sweat,” Liana cheered excitedly.

“The opponent was skilled, but I had the advantage of greater cultivation,” Vincent said modestly, though his tone was calm. “If we were on equal footing, it would have been a tougher fight.”

Unlike his previous opponents, today’s challenger had pushed him, revealing what true competition looked like.

“No matter what, you won! You’re in the semifinals now! Just two more victories and the championship will be yours!” Liana’s confidence in him was unshaken.

“The road to the championship won’t be easy,” Vincent replied, his gaze drifting toward the figure of Billy, who sat meditating nearby.

That man was his greatest threat. Only by defeating him could Vincent claim the title. Beating anyone else wouldn’t matter if he couldn’t surpass Billy.

As the first round of matches concluded, the fighters entered a much-needed break.

---

NOTE: Kieran struggles with his near success, while Vincent calmly prepares for his greatest challenge yet. Both driven by pride, but only one can rise to the top.






CHAPTER 2645: THE DUEL OF THUNDERSTRIKE SWORD ALLIANCE

Today’s schedule was more relaxed, allowing the tournament to move at a slower pace. Between each match, there were performances to keep the crowd entertained and give the next competitors ample time to prepare.

After a vibrant dance performance, the second match was set to begin.

Jeremy stepped onto the stage, holding the battle roster in hand. His voice rang out across the arena: “For the second match, we have Contestant No. 2, Billy May, against Contestant No. 7, Elias Longfellow!”

A murmur of excitement rippled through the crowd.

Both Billy and Elias were disciples of the esteemed Thunderstrike Sword Alliance. The upcoming match was a clash between brothers, an internal battle of their sect.

“Oh my, Sect Master Fitzgerald! Looks like your Thunderstrike Sword Alliance isn’t having the best of luck. Your disciples are forced to fight each other! How tragic!” Darkbane, from the opposing faction, chuckled mockingly from the grandstand.

Earlier, Darkbane had been humiliated by Nolan. Now, seeing Thunderstrike Sword Alliance’s misfortune, he finally had his chance to strike back.

At this stage in the tournament, even fellow disciples would no longer hold back. With the chance to reach the top within their grasp, no one would willingly step aside. A fierce battle was inevitable, and there would likely be casualties.

Darkbane was more than happy to sit back and watch the chaos unfold.

“Hmph! It’s just bad luck for Thunderstrike Sword Alliance, but your World Society’s problem is that you lack skill. Even if we lose one disciple, Thunderstrike Sword Alliance can still claim the championship. As for you... getting to the finals will be a challenge in itself!” Nolan shot back with a smirk.

He had been quite pleased when two of Thunderstrike Sword Alliance’s disciples made it to the top eight. He had high hopes that both would advance to the semifinals. However, fate had dealt him a cruel hand, pitting his own disciples against each other in the second round. It was indeed unfortunate.

“Heh... You should worry less about us making it to the finals and more about whether your disciples will tear each other apart,” Darkbane taunted with a sly grin. “Both are top-tier talents. If one of them falls, that would be a real pity!”

“Life and death are determined by fate. Wealth and glory are bestowed by the heavens. If they’ve stepped onto the stage, they should be ready for the worst. If their skills are lacking, then dying is only what they deserve,” Nolan replied coldly.

“Tsk, tsk... Sect Master Fitzgerald, you’re as ruthless as ever,” Darkbane said, shaking his head.

“Gentlemen,” Evelyn interrupted suddenly, “the match is about to begin. Let’s watch in peace, shall we?”

Nolan and Darkbane glared at each other but refrained from any further exchanges, turning their attention to the stage.

Billy was the first to step into the arena. With a sword case strapped to his back, his expression remained as cold as ice. He stood tall, exuding a sharp and imposing aura, like an unsheathed blade ready to strike.

Elias, in contrast, stepped onto the stage with a calm and gentle demeanor. Though also a disciple of Thunderstrike Sword Alliance, his presence was far more subdued. A natural smile played on his lips, giving him the air of a warm spring breeze.

If Billy was like the icy depths of the underworld, radiating an unforgiving coldness, Elias was the winter sun—warm and approachable.

The crowd fell silent in anticipation of the upcoming clash between two of the Thunderstrike Sword Alliance’s finest. The question on everyone’s mind: **Would it be the cold steel of Billy, or the warm resolve of Elias, that would prevail?**

 

[brits]

Wow! Thanks a lot immortal @Junlee for the resources. This is something that I did not foresee coming that Billy facing Elias. Since they both belong to the same sect, Billy would not go to the extent to kill him. They both may have the same tricks so I presume the only difference might be the strength and the cultivation level. My question is will Billy employ the same technique going from inferior technique to the most powerful one or go for the kill and use his most powerful technique? Let us wait and see.

 

[Salem0908]

billy will win for sure...i think dustin will face troy in this round...and abigail against elvin carr (i dont think henry deserve too be there since his name only came during the 7th fight of the round of 16 after elvin carr defeated azalea....and for troy he clearly defeated lander martin in round of 32 and should go to round of 16...henry name come out of nowhere when all 6 contestant (billy, abigail, elvin carr, elias, vincent and kieran) already secure their place in the quarterfinals and just waiting 7th match (should be troy fighting) and 8th match (dustin vs father adam)....if i remember correctly...but then again im not the author

 

[Nba986]

billy will win for sure...i think dustin will face troy in this round...and abigail against elvin carr (i dont think henry deserve too be there since his name only came during the 7th fight of the round of 16 after elvin carr defeated azalea....and for troy he clearly defeated lander martin in round of 32 and should go to round of 16...henry name come out of nowhere when all 6 contestant (billy, abigail, elvin carr, elias, vincent and kieran) already secure their place in the quarterfinals and just waiting 7th match (should be troy fighting) and 8th match (dustin vs father adam)....if i remember correctly...but then again im not the author

Abigail will face Dustin and concede

 

[KGE]

CHAPTER 2644: THE BATTLE OF PRIDE

Despite Kieran’s defeat, his popularity remained untouched.

The crowd, especially his female fans, erupted into cheers, chanting his name with fervor. It was a scene unlike any before—a testament to his allure.

"Looks do have their perks," someone muttered in the crowd.

“Master Kieran, are you alright?” Ruby asked with concern as Kieran returned to his seat.

“It’s just a minor wound. Nothing serious,” he replied, shaking his head with a smile. However, a hint of disappointment flickered in his eyes, betraying the mask of confidence.

For Kieran, this tournament wasn’t just about fame or fortune—it was about proving himself. To show the world that he was second to none.

Reaching the quarterfinals was no small feat, but he had hoped to go further. Unfortunately, his skills weren’t enough this time. He had fallen just short of the semifinals.

Of course, losing to Vincent wasn’t something he felt ashamed of. In fact, it was a defeat he could accept.

“You’ve already proven your worth, Master Kieran,” Emeraldg chimed in, trying to lift his spirits. “Many disciples from renowned sects couldn’t make it this far. You shouldn’t be discouraged.”

“Exactly! You’re far better than me. I didn’t even make it to the top sixteen,” Ulysses, his fellow competitor, added with a laugh. His body was wrapped in bandages from the injuries he had sustained earlier in the competition. “Look at you now! Famous, respected, and with an army of fans—it’s nothing short of amazing.”

Though battered and bruised, Kieran’s name now resonated across the martial world.

---

Meanwhile, across the arena...

“Brother Vincent, you’re incredible! You barely even broke a sweat,” Liana cheered excitedly.

“The opponent was skilled, but I had the advantage of greater cultivation,” Vincent said modestly, though his tone was calm. “If we were on equal footing, it would have been a tougher fight.”

Unlike his previous opponents, today’s challenger had pushed him, revealing what true competition looked like.

“No matter what, you won! You’re in the semifinals now! Just two more victories and the championship will be yours!” Liana’s confidence in him was unshaken.

“The road to the championship won’t be easy,” Vincent replied, his gaze drifting toward the figure of Billy, who sat meditating nearby.

That man was his greatest threat. Only by defeating him could Vincent claim the title. Beating anyone else wouldn’t matter if he couldn’t surpass Billy.

As the first round of matches concluded, the fighters entered a much-needed break.

---

NOTE: Kieran struggles with his near success, while Vincent calmly prepares for his greatest challenge yet. Both driven by pride, but only one can rise to the top.






CHAPTER 2645: THE DUEL OF THUNDERSTRIKE SWORD ALLIANCE

Today’s schedule was more relaxed, allowing the tournament to move at a slower pace. Between each match, there were performances to keep the crowd entertained and give the next competitors ample time to prepare.

After a vibrant dance performance, the second match was set to begin.

Jeremy stepped onto the stage, holding the battle roster in hand. His voice rang out across the arena: “For the second match, we have Contestant No. 2, Billy May, against Contestant No. 7, Elias Longfellow!”

A murmur of excitement rippled through the crowd.

Both Billy and Elias were disciples of the esteemed Thunderstrike Sword Alliance. The upcoming match was a clash between brothers, an internal battle of their sect.

“Oh my, Sect Master Fitzgerald! Looks like your Thunderstrike Sword Alliance isn’t having the best of luck. Your disciples are forced to fight each other! How tragic!” Darkbane, from the opposing faction, chuckled mockingly from the grandstand.

Earlier, Darkbane had been humiliated by Nolan. Now, seeing Thunderstrike Sword Alliance’s misfortune, he finally had his chance to strike back.

At this stage in the tournament, even fellow disciples would no longer hold back. With the chance to reach the top within their grasp, no one would willingly step aside. A fierce battle was inevitable, and there would likely be casualties.

Darkbane was more than happy to sit back and watch the chaos unfold.

“Hmph! It’s just bad luck for Thunderstrike Sword Alliance, but your World Society’s problem is that you lack skill. Even if we lose one disciple, Thunderstrike Sword Alliance can still claim the championship. As for you... getting to the finals will be a challenge in itself!” Nolan shot back with a smirk.

He had been quite pleased when two of Thunderstrike Sword Alliance’s disciples made it to the top eight. He had high hopes that both would advance to the semifinals. However, fate had dealt him a cruel hand, pitting his own disciples against each other in the second round. It was indeed unfortunate.

“Heh... You should worry less about us making it to the finals and more about whether your disciples will tear each other apart,” Darkbane taunted with a sly grin. “Both are top-tier talents. If one of them falls, that would be a real pity!”

“Life and death are determined by fate. Wealth and glory are bestowed by the heavens. If they’ve stepped onto the stage, they should be ready for the worst. If their skills are lacking, then dying is only what they deserve,” Nolan replied coldly.

“Tsk, tsk... Sect Master Fitzgerald, you’re as ruthless as ever,” Darkbane said, shaking his head.

“Gentlemen,” Evelyn interrupted suddenly, “the match is about to begin. Let’s watch in peace, shall we?”

Nolan and Darkbane glared at each other but refrained from any further exchanges, turning their attention to the stage.

Billy was the first to step into the arena. With a sword case strapped to his back, his expression remained as cold as ice. He stood tall, exuding a sharp and imposing aura, like an unsheathed blade ready to strike.

Elias, in contrast, stepped onto the stage with a calm and gentle demeanor. Though also a disciple of Thunderstrike Sword Alliance, his presence was far more subdued. A natural smile played on his lips, giving him the air of a warm spring breeze.

If Billy was like the icy depths of the underworld, radiating an unforgiving coldness, Elias was the winter sun—warm and approachable.

The crowd fell silent in anticipation of the upcoming clash between two of the Thunderstrike Sword Alliance’s finest. The question on everyone’s mind: **Would it be the cold steel of Billy, or the warm resolve of Elias, that would prevail?**

Thanks Grandmaster for the updates What a treat!

 

[Ruthless]

Thanks a lot Master Junlee.

These fights are taking ages to finish. We might not hit the finish line within this year.....

 

[Achublue]

we need these other fights. as each opponent faces strong opponents this draw their special power/moves/abilities out on display. without these establishing fights, all we know is Billy is strong, but how strong and what makes him strong? after this fight we will have a better idea and when Dustin beats all of them, we will have a better idea how strong Dustin is.

i wish someone in the crowd could have a DBZ power meter so that when they scan Dustin they can scream... "OVER 9000!!!"

 

[Kirin Blood]

Lo

CHAPTER 2644: THE BATTLE OF PRIDE

Despite Kieran’s defeat, his popularity remained untouched.

The crowd, especially his female fans, erupted into cheers, chanting his name with fervor. It was a scene unlike any before—a testament to his allure.

"Looks do have their perks," someone muttered in the crowd.

“Master Kieran, are you alright?” Ruby asked with concern as Kieran returned to his seat.

“It’s just a minor wound. Nothing serious,” he replied, shaking his head with a smile. However, a hint of disappointment flickered in his eyes, betraying the mask of confidence.

For Kieran, this tournament wasn’t just about fame or fortune—it was about proving himself. To show the world that he was second to none.

Reaching the quarterfinals was no small feat, but he had hoped to go further. Unfortunately, his skills weren’t enough this time. He had fallen just short of the semifinals.

Of course, losing to Vincent wasn’t something he felt ashamed of. In fact, it was a defeat he could accept.

“You’ve already proven your worth, Master Kieran,” Emeraldg chimed in, trying to lift his spirits. “Many disciples from renowned sects couldn’t make it this far. You shouldn’t be discouraged.”

“Exactly! You’re far better than me. I didn’t even make it to the top sixteen,” Ulysses, his fellow competitor, added with a laugh. His body was wrapped in bandages from the injuries he had sustained earlier in the competition. “Look at you now! Famous, respected, and with an army of fans—it’s nothing short of amazing.”

Though battered and bruised, Kieran’s name now resonated across the martial world.

---

Meanwhile, across the arena...

“Brother Vincent, you’re incredible! You barely even broke a sweat,” Liana cheered excitedly.

“The opponent was skilled, but I had the advantage of greater cultivation,” Vincent said modestly, though his tone was calm. “If we were on equal footing, it would have been a tougher fight.”

Unlike his previous opponents, today’s challenger had pushed him, revealing what true competition looked like.

“No matter what, you won! You’re in the semifinals now! Just two more victories and the championship will be yours!” Liana’s confidence in him was unshaken.

“The road to the championship won’t be easy,” Vincent replied, his gaze drifting toward the figure of Billy, who sat meditating nearby.

That man was his greatest threat. Only by defeating him could Vincent claim the title. Beating anyone else wouldn’t matter if he couldn’t surpass Billy.

As the first round of matches concluded, the fighters entered a much-needed break.

---

NOTE: Kieran struggles with his near success, while Vincent calmly prepares for his greatest challenge yet. Both driven by pride, but only one can rise to the top.






CHAPTER 2645: THE DUEL OF THUNDERSTRIKE SWORD ALLIANCE

Today’s schedule was more relaxed, allowing the tournament to move at a slower pace. Between each match, there were performances to keep the crowd entertained and give the next competitors ample time to prepare.

After a vibrant dance performance, the second match was set to begin.

Jeremy stepped onto the stage, holding the battle roster in hand. His voice rang out across the arena: “For the second match, we have Contestant No. 2, Billy May, against Contestant No. 7, Elias Longfellow!”

A murmur of excitement rippled through the crowd.

Both Billy and Elias were disciples of the esteemed Thunderstrike Sword Alliance. The upcoming match was a clash between brothers, an internal battle of their sect.

“Oh my, Sect Master Fitzgerald! Looks like your Thunderstrike Sword Alliance isn’t having the best of luck. Your disciples are forced to fight each other! How tragic!” Darkbane, from the opposing faction, chuckled mockingly from the grandstand.

Earlier, Darkbane had been humiliated by Nolan. Now, seeing Thunderstrike Sword Alliance’s misfortune, he finally had his chance to strike back.

At this stage in the tournament, even fellow disciples would no longer hold back. With the chance to reach the top within their grasp, no one would willingly step aside. A fierce battle was inevitable, and there would likely be casualties.

Darkbane was more than happy to sit back and watch the chaos unfold.

“Hmph! It’s just bad luck for Thunderstrike Sword Alliance, but your World Society’s problem is that you lack skill. Even if we lose one disciple, Thunderstrike Sword Alliance can still claim the championship. As for you... getting to the finals will be a challenge in itself!” Nolan shot back with a smirk.

He had been quite pleased when two of Thunderstrike Sword Alliance’s disciples made it to the top eight. He had high hopes that both would advance to the semifinals. However, fate had dealt him a cruel hand, pitting his own disciples against each other in the second round. It was indeed unfortunate.

“Heh... You should worry less about us making it to the finals and more about whether your disciples will tear each other apart,” Darkbane taunted with a sly grin. “Both are top-tier talents. If one of them falls, that would be a real pity!”

“Life and death are determined by fate. Wealth and glory are bestowed by the heavens. If they’ve stepped onto the stage, they should be ready for the worst. If their skills are lacking, then dying is only what they deserve,” Nolan replied coldly.

“Tsk, tsk... Sect Master Fitzgerald, you’re as ruthless as ever,” Darkbane said, shaking his head.

“Gentlemen,” Evelyn interrupted suddenly, “the match is about to begin. Let’s watch in peace, shall we?”

Nolan and Darkbane glared at each other but refrained from any further exchanges, turning their attention to the stage.

Billy was the first to step into the arena. With a sword case strapped to his back, his expression remained as cold as ice. He stood tall, exuding a sharp and imposing aura, like an unsheathed blade ready to strike.

Elias, in contrast, stepped onto the stage with a calm and gentle demeanor. Though also a disciple of Thunderstrike Sword Alliance, his presence was far more subdued. A natural smile played on his lips, giving him the air of a warm spring breeze.

If Billy was like the icy depths of the underworld, radiating an unforgiving coldness, Elias was the winter sun—warm and approachable.

The crowd fell silent in anticipation of the upcoming clash between two of the Thunderstrike Sword Alliance’s finest. The question on everyone’s mind: **Would it be the cold steel of Billy, or the warm resolve of Elias, that would prevail?**

Look at me... I predicted Billy vs Elias but because they are from the same sect I changed it... Now the Author is telling me duuhhh

 

[Flame Emperor]

Lo

Look at me... I predicted Billy vs Elias but because they are from the same sect I changed it... Now the Author is telling me duuhhh

I also didn't pair them cause they are from the same sect. But If no one quits from the start and we have a full match then all is good.

 

[Musicapulenta]

Thanks a lot Master Junlee.

These fights are taking ages to finish. We might not hit the finish line within this year.....

if that happens - and considering that this whole Dragon Mountain Competition story arc started at the beginning of January - it could be that the whole competition took all of 2024 from start to finish
But anyway, I wonder if Vincent and Billy will end up facing each other at all, or if it’ll be in fact Dustin that puts one of them out of the competition instead…

 

[Salem0908]

Abigail will face Dustin and concede

i think this will happen in the semi final...its too early for now

 

[Salem0908]

if that happens - and considering that this whole Dragon Mountain Competition story arc started at the beginning of January - it could be that the whole competition took all of 2024 from start to finish
But anyway, I wonder if Vincent and Billy will end up facing each other at all, or if it’ll be in fact Dustin that puts one of them out of the competition instead…

semifinal vincent vs billy and dustin vs abigail....final dustin vs billy....i think abigail will get top 3....means she have to beat the other loser of the semi final(vincent) or what?like the world cup football format??anyone???....that is just my prediction guys

 

[Lu Dustin]

Wow! Thanks a lot immortal @Junlee for the resources. This is something that I did not foresee coming that Billy facing Elias. Since they both belong to the same sect, Billy would not go to the extent to kill him. They both may have the same tricks so I presume the only difference might be the strength and the cultivation level. My question is will Billy employ the same technique going from inferior technique to the most powerful one or go for the kill and use his most powerful technique? Let us wait and see.

Once I had predicted these scenarios.

Eliyas giving walkover to Billy
Abigail forfeiting for Dustin

 

[Baysland]

if that happens - and considering that this whole Dragon Mountain Competition story arc started at the beginning of January - it could be that the whole competition took all of 2024 from start to finish
But anyway, I wonder if Vincent and Billy will end up facing each other at all, or if it’ll be in fact Dustin that puts one of them out of the competition instead…

I love the idea of Dustin putting Vincent out of his misery, because Billy will beat him blue black if they face one another. Dustin will show him some mercy unlike Billy

 

[Ruthless]

Once I had predicted these scenarios.

Eliyas giving walkover to Billy
Abigail forfeiting for Dustin

If that happens we can see the end of this tournament before this year ends... XD

 

[apoca]

gimme more

 

[Matthew Larson]

Let's predict second draw , I'll go with Abigail vs Troy
Third draw :: Billy vs any of the guy author may remember again (Ellias /Henry/ Elvin)
Fourth draw :: Dustin vs any of the guy author may remember again (Ellias /Henry/ Elvin)

Well my prediction is not bad I guess
I still support that Abigail will face Troy
And Dustin now will face Henry

In semifinals probably
Dustin vs Abigail
Billy vs Vincent

Abigail's dialogue at semifinal "uncle let me show you how much I improved"
She won't forfeit but will try best to show her power improvement to her uncle to earn respect from him and let her fight with their enemy together (I remember something like this happened when they parted after her father's death when Evelyn picked her up )

 

[Kirin Blood]

Well my prediction is not bad I guess
I still support that Abigail will face Troy
And Dustin now will face Henry

In semifinals probably
Dustin vs Abigail
Billy vs Vincent

Abigail's dialogue at semifinal "uncle let me show you how much I improved"
She won't forfeit but will try best to show her power improvement to her uncle to earn respect from him and let her fight with their enemy together (I remember something like this happened when they parted after her father's death when Evelyn picked her up )

I like your hypothesis but still she won't be fighting Dustin because she knows she's not up to par and there won't be any thrill for her.

Because she likes thrilling things.