An Understated Dominance by Marina Vittori

An Understated Dominance by Marina Vittori Chapter 1213

“Hey kid, how was it? I came at just the right time, didn’t I?” On the car ride back, the Drunken Maniac crossed his legs leisurely while chugging on a bottle of alcohol.

“They couldn’t have done anything to me even if you hadn’t come.” Dustin shrugged. “Oh, come on. Quit acting strong.” The Drunken Maniac gave him a quick once over before he pursed his lips.

“You used the secret Rhys technique to forcibly boost your cultivation. Now that the time is up, there’s bound to be a recoil. Had I not shown up in time, you’d probably have died here today.”

Though the secret Rhys technique allowed one to forcibly boost their cultivation, there was a huge price to pay for it.

It could deplete one’s vitality or greatly weaken the person’s body. If the person who used it was captured by his foes in his weakest state, it was highly likely that he might die.

“Pretty observant, old man.”

Dustin chuckled. Seeing that there was no point hiding things any longer, he pulled a silver needle out of the back of his head. Instantly, he looked like a deflated balloon, completely drained of all the energy that had held him up.

What had once been a powerful aura from him, now completely dissipated, leaving him frail and worn out. Dustin panted in exhaustion. Beads of sweat formed on his forehead. His face was drained of color. His eyes were bloodshot, and his limbs were sore and powerless. Extreme fatigue took over him.

powers, but it came with extreme adverse reactions. Dustin would never have used it if it had not been

have some liquor to boost

of alcohol that he held in his hands to Dustin. Dustin took it and gulped a mouthful of its

the burning sensation, he felt his weakened body gain some

tell you something. The Drunken Maniac yawned as he settled back into the seat. “I have an old friend who’s ran

to?” Dustin

all the Drunken Maniac

sensitive identity, I’m afraid you might run into

enemies from back then were still around. If he let slip his identity, there was no doubt they’d be

been afraid of trouble? You underestimate me,” he said

will you be leaving?” Dustin

be late. So I’ll

“So rushed?” Dustin frowned.

is at stake.