An Understated Dominance by Marina Vittori

“Mystic Arts Order’s flea powder? That’s cool.” Dustin squinted, quickly catching on-it was clear that Caspian wasn’t any average mystic artist but an elite from the Mystic Arts Order.

“Oh? A mystic artist? No wonder you saw through my moves.” Caspian gave Dustin a once-over; his gaze shone with excitement.

That surprise attack moments ago would’ve been tough for a regular martial artist to handle. But Dustin had effortlessly diffused the danger with a slight breath, showcasing his skill.

“Ah! My face! My handsome face!” Ezra, now poison-free, howled in pain, covering his bloodied face. He roared, “Sir Yuletide! Take him down for me! I want to rip him to shreds!”

“You’re noisy!” Caspian’s face darkened, and with a backhand slap, he sent Ezra flying. He was a master at being unpredictable.

“As fellow mystic artists, why don’t you kneel and apologize to me, then become my disciples? What do you say? “Caspian proposed, a sinister smile playing on his lips.

errands and hunt for prey; someone as talented as Dustin was

You’re not even worthy.” Dustin sneered, “Why don’t you piss off and reflect on what

up. No more words were exchanged; he shot two black shadow-like projections at Dustin, aiming for his

in the air with his hand and effortlessly cut the two projections into four, causing them to fall to the ground, staining them with blood. They were two

were carefully cultivated over several years, highly toxic, and extremely fast.

dodge; he just swung his hands twice and killed

dropped the attitude, and his gaze turned

is none of your business. Scums like you in the martial world don’t

at Caspian’s chest. This move seemed unremarkable at first