An Understated Dominance by Marina Vittori

An Understated Dominance by Marina Vittori Chapter 1208

Woody was not the only one surprised. Even Theodore and all the other martial artists present were shocked by what the one-eyed old man did.

Several of them were grandmasters with extraordinarily heightened senses. Nothing that went on around them went by undetected. However, none of them noticed the old man until he appeared before their eyes. It was beguiling indeed!

And the most terrifying part was that they did not sense the slightest energy waves coming from him. He looked just like any other old man. But how could an ordinary old man intercept Woody’s shot? That was clearly impossible!

There was only one possibility as to why they could not sense his powers. And that was because the old man’s powers were way beyond theirs!

“Who are you? How dare you meddle in the affairs of the Martial Arts Union?” Woody’s brow was knitted as he roared.

It was bad enough for them to have to deal with Dustin. It would only get increasingly difficult for them to deal with this elite expert who just popped up out of nowhere.

“What’s so great about the Martial Arts Union? Back when I left, none of you from the Martial Arts Union had been able to stop me,” the old man drawled as he picked his nose.

him a glare. “Who sent you, you loony old

“Boastful?”

Then, he flicked it at Woody. The piece of booger shot through a 100- yard distance and

by a train. He was sent flying over ten yards away before he fell heavily to the ground like a sack of potatoes.

onlookers. One had to be at least a grandmaster to be appointed as the leader

a grandmaster with just his booger? How unbelievable! Where did such a

of the union, Cesar Fent, dares speak to me like that. Who the hell do you think you are?” The old man smiled

There was an expression of incredulous fear

man’s booger nearly took his life! How ridiculous! And most importantly, he did not fear the Martial Arts Union at all! He even addressed the head of

an ordinary old man. “Listen up, I go by the name Dobson Manier!” the old man announced as he continued picking his

“Dobson Manier?”

expression changed soon

be the ultimate grandmaster who spread chaos

known as the Tipsy Warrior. And because of how much he loved his alcohol, he was also called the Drunken Maniac. A decade ago, an unexpected event occurred in the City of