An Understated Dominance (Dustin Rhys)

Abigail moved with lightning speed, and her figure weaved in and out like a shadow. Her swift movements left a blur of afterimages that was hard for anyone watching to keep up.

On the contrary, Dustin stood still without making any movement.

"Fallen Fist!" After closing in, she unleashed a flurry of strikes-dozens of black palm shadows slamming toward his body, and each one was like a bullet aimed at its target.

Abigail practiced a unique martial art, and it was imbued with voodoo-like properties that could kill anyone who made contact with her. But Dustin's body was immune to all poisons, so it was a perfect counter to her deadly attack.

As the shadow palms closed in, he remained unshaken and thrust his palm forward.

A fierce gust of wind surged and ripped through the air with unrelenting force. It collided with the black palm shadows.

Abigail's black palm shadows exploded. on impact and disintegrated into thick clouds of dark mist that quickly spread. Within moments, the mist engulfed nearly the entire battle ring and trapped them inside.

"What is this? Poison mist?" "She attacked with internal energy but released poison mist. That's a rather unusual technique." The spectators below murmured in surprise as they eyed the poison mist swirling around.

The use of poison was nothing unusual for the Mystic Arts Order. Unlike the Dawson Clan's hidden weapons, the Mystic Arts Order's poisons were far more devious and unpredictable. Many people who were poisoned didn't even realize what had happened until it was too late.

If Dustin hadn't sensed the threat in tand used his palm wind to dissipate the black palm shadows, he would have never had a chance to react once they closed in. When facing members of the Mystic Arts Order, staying on guard at all times was a must.

Abigail swam like a fish in the thick poison mist, and her movements were so fast that the spectators couldn't even spot her. They could only see faint ripples in the air marking her path.

In contrast, Dustin stood firm and used his internal energy to keep the poison mist at bay. While he was immune to most toxins, he wasn't about to take any chances. After all, there were spoisons that he couldn't even resist.

"Springing Fist!" Suddenly, a shadow flashed behind him, followed by a blast of wind.

Dustin instinctively turned and struck out with his palm. A burst of black poison mist exploded, and the shockwave rippled through the air, but there was no trace of Abigail.

Then, his body tensed, and his protection armor energy lit up. He looked up to find Abigail, who had been right behind him just a moment ago, now hovering above him.

With her body upside down, she delivered a Springing Fist straight down onto Dustin's protection armor energy, right above his head.

The strike seemed ordinary at first glance. However, the true power lay in its subtlety-an invisible force that made it nearly impossible to defend against in time.

"You're quite cautious, Sir. I nearly had you with that ambush." Abigail smiles faintly.

She bent her arm, then straightened it in a sharp motion. In an instant, her body shot upward like a fish leaping from the water and disappeared into the thick black poison mist before Dustin could react.

She knew that taking him on directly, based on cultivation alone, was a losing battle. Her only choice was to rely on hit-and-run tactics.

"This kid has made sreal progress. "Dustin smirked.

His senses were sharp, yet he had still been fooled. Abigail had learned how to mask her presence and had blended into the surroundings so well he hadn't noticed anything. But he quickly realized her method must have something to do with the poison mist around them.

With that thought, Dustin stomped the ground hard, and his mystical pure energy burst out.

A thunderous crack split the ground, and a fierce shockwave rolled out like a tidal wave. It dispersed the black poison mist in all directions, as though it was swept away by a hurricane.

Abigail's attempt at a sneak attack was instantly thwarted. As the mist cleared, she was only a few feet away from Dustin, and their eyes met.

She chuckled awkwardly, and a nervous grin spread across her face.

"Enough with the games. Showwhat you've really got. Let's see how much you've improved." Dustin stood with his hands clasped behind his back, and he showed no rush to make a move.

"Then, I won't hold back." At this point, Abigail wasn't about to keep her strength hidden. She called forth her bloodline power.

A mighty cry echoed as a giant Dark Phoenix materialized behind her. It looked vivid and imposing.

The phoenix's wingspan reached nearly 65 feet, and its tail trailed dark flames that pulsed with a sinister energy. Its piercing eyes gleamed a savage bloodlust and exuded a chilling presence that made anyone who met its gaze shudder.

"Holy cow! What the hell is that?" "Is that... a phoenix?" "I heard that the Grand Sorceress of the Mystic Arts Order has the Phoenix bloodline. Once awakened, her power is supposed to be unstoppable." "Hold on! I've heard of the Phoenix bloodline, but... why is her phoenix's dark?" When Abigail revealed her bloodline power, the spectators below the stage erupted in a frenzy.

The Mystic Arts Order had passed down its legacy for centuries, and everyone knew that the Grand Sorceress had a Phoenix bloodline.

But the phoenix she summoned was nothing like they had imagined. Instead of the anticipated sacred energy, it exuded nothing but pure menace.

"Watch out, Sir!"

After tapping into her bloodline power, Abigail's presence changed tically. Her demeanor turned cold and fierce, with a murderous air. Black mist swirled around her, and it made her look like a demon from hell. "Bring it on." Dustin's eyes gleamed with fierce focus, and he remained rooted.

"Dark Phoenix Cry!"

She spread her arms wide, and the black phoenix behind her unfurled its wings with a shrill y. an instant, a ΝΟ torrent of black flames rose into the air as though it could set the Celestial Blade ablaze.

Then, she shook her arms. Simultaneously, the Dark Phoenix flapped its wings. A barrage of black feathers turned into arrows and shot toward Dustin. These feathers were engulfed in black flames. The flames didn't just burn- they carried a potent corrosive toxin.

Anyone burned by the black flames would see their skin and bones decay instantly, and it would eventually turn into dust.