An Understated Dominance

Kaden’s appearance as the Sage of Sacred Wrym Summit stirred up quite a buzz. Everyone, regardless of age and gender, stood to congratulate him and saluted with respect.

Even though Sacred Wrym Summit rarely got involved in the martial world affairs, it held a revered place among martial artists. Regardless of Kaden’s past, wearing the Sage’s robe commanded respect.

“It’s an honor to have you all here at Sacred Wrym Summit,” Kaden said, facing the crowd with a smile and a respectful gesture. “If my hospitality falls short in any way, I ask for your understanding.”

His demeanor was calm and poised, without a trace of arrogance.

“Not at all! Sacred Wrym Summit is a paradise. It’s an honor just to be here.”

“I’ve heard a lot about you, Sage Foyer. Seeing you in person confirms everything I’ve heard.”

“The Combat Tournament at Sacred Wrym Summit is a fantastic opportunity for us to show off our skills. You really know how to set the stage.”

The compliments came pouring in as everyone eagerly flattered Kaden. After all, staying on good terms with Sacred Wrym Summit was a wise choice.

“Thank you for the kind words. Please take your seat.” After exchanging a few more pleasantries, Kaden motioned everyone to sit. Then, he returned to the main seat in front of the battle ring with Oron and Caleb.Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

After Kaden’s arrival, the guildmasters and leaders of various guilds began to make their entrance.

“Look! It’s the Sword Union!”

As gasps filled the air, a fierce-looking middle-aged man in white strode in, flanked by several disciples. His long hair flowed behind him, and his handsome face bore a cold, detached expression. An icy chill seemed to emanate from him.

The crowd instinctively parted to clear a path, showing their respect-or perhaps their fear-as they stepped aside. This imposing figure was Cyrus Hadley, the guildmaster of the Sword Union and the second-ranked on the Champ-Tier List.

Behind him were two men and a woman, who were young disciples of the Sword Union. The standout among them was a young man with five long swords and a commanding presence. He was Glenn Hadley, the mythical ace who topped the Legendary List.

When Cyrus and Glenn stood together, they resembled a massive, unyielding sword. Their presence instilled fear in anyone who dared to meet their gaze.

“What an overwhelming presence. That sword aura is chilling. Is this the kind of pressure the Sword Union brings?”

“I need to back off. It feels like my life is in danger!”

The arrival of the Sword Union instantly grabbed everyone’s attention. Unlike the warm welcome Kaden received, Cyrus and Glenn evoked an atmosphere of fear and caution. Even before they got close, the crowds backed away as if facing a looming threat.

The Sword Union wasn’t known for being overbearing. They typically kept to themselves as long as they weren’t provoked. But for some reason, their mere appearance gave off an impression of impending doom and caused other guilds to keep their distance.

“Mr. Hadley,” Kaden greeted with a warm smile, standing to offer a respectful nod as Cyrus approached.

“Sage Foyer,” Cyrus replied with a nod.

“Please take a seat,” Kaden said with a welcoming gesture. He invited Cyrus and his entourage to sit beside him.

“Thank you,” Cyrus replied before settling down with his three disciples.

Their interaction was short and courteous.

Kaden was new to his position, and Cyrus led a reclusive life. Since this was their first meeting, they weren’t well- acquainted yet.

“Is that the Sword Union’s guildmaster? He looks remarkable!” Aurora said, observing Cyrus with keen interest.

She had heard Alloy speak of Cyrus before. According to her father, Cyrus was arrogant and aloof but possessed unparalleled sword skills.

Alloy even mentioned that Cyrus was one of the few who might one day achieve the status of a terrestrial immortal.

“The Sword Union may be small in number, but they were on par with us for a reason.” Alicia sighed deeply.

The Sword Union had Cyrus, a formidable guildmaster, and a beast like Glenn. With such powerhouses at the helm, their guild was poised to become even more dominant in the coming century.

While the Celestial Alliance appeared to be thriving, it was missing truly standout experts. In stark contrast, the Sword Union’s strength came from its unity.

The Celestial Alliance was bogged down by internal strife, with different groups fighting for their own gain. Even Alloy, as the guildmaster, was powerless to change the situation.

If the current state of affairs persisted, things could only worsen, and the Celestial Alliance might eventually crumble.

“Glenn!” Fenley’s eyes narrowed as he zeroed in on the young man with five swords strapped to his back. His gaze was intense, filled with a burning determination.

The Sword Union and the Celestial Alliance had always been at odds, and Fenley found himself frequently compared to Glenn. Since he made a name for himself, Glenn had always been just a step ahead, which fueled Fenley’s deep-seated resentment.

Now, Fenley was determined to seize this chance to defeat Glenn publicly and establish his own reputation.

“Hm?” Glenn, sitting in the stands, suddenly turned his head. His piercing gaze locked onto Fenley with the sharpness of a blade.

Undeterred, Fenley met his stare with equal intensity. Their eyes locked, sparking a fierce, heated rivalry.