An Understated Dominance by Marina Vittori

An Understated Dominance by Marina Vittori Chapter 1209

Woody was scared out of his wits. He trembled in fear. The Drunken Maniac’s appearance had unleashed his deepest, darkest fear. Ten years ago, he was just a small fry in the Martial Arts Union.

He was full of fighting spirit the night he received the mission to capture the criminals. Beyond excited, he thought that would be his one chance to prove himself. He was going to make a name for himself.

But it wasn’t until they reached the battlefield that he realized how cruel reality was. He saw with his own eyes how his comrades were shredded into pieces.

He saw how his leader was beheaded. And he saw how all the experts he had looked up to were murdered. They had all been utterly defenseless against their opponents and were killed upon contact.

He was thoroughly traumatized by the bloody and gory scenes that had unfolded before his eyes. To this very day, those scenes still haunt his every nightmare. He would shake involuntarily every time he was reminded of what happened.

The fact was, he had only survived that night due to pure luck. At the most critical moment, he got the brilliant idea to feign death. So he dropped to the ground and played dead. And that was how he had made it out alive.

Though he was promoted after the battle, he was scared out of his wits. He lost all the ambition he had when he started.

He had thought that he’d finally gotten over those nightmares and that they would never appear anymore. But now, the murder machine from his memories appeared before him again. All the terrifying memories from before seemed to awaken within him, stirring up all his hidden fears.

The Drunken Maniac? This grubby old man is the Drunken

that possible?

out that the Drunken Maniac is still

is the Drunken Maniac? Is he very

He’s one of the top

right at the pinnacle! Do

of the top ten

about who the Drunken Maniac was, all the experts from the various guilds looked at him in awe and

show respect to such a formidable person. To them, an ultimate grandmaster of such level

so much that his legs gave way, and

as he begged, “Lord Drunken Maniac, I was blind! I didn’t know who you were. Please don’t

hung his head low. He looked flustered and frightened to the core. “Huh?” The Drunken Maniac

to him. Why was he so scared? Were people from the Martial

a good mood today, so I’ll

Maniac waved his hand as he continued calmly, “Go back and convey my message to Cesar Fent. Tell him to be careful and watch his back.