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.

dead, and he needed someone to run errands and hunt

disciple? You’re not even worthy.” Dustin sneered, “Why don’t you piss off and reflect on what kind of person you are? Trash like you don’t even deserve to be a

death!” Caspian instantly flared up. No more words were exchanged; he shot two black shadow-like projections at Dustin, aiming

projections into four, causing them to fall to the ground, staining

Caspian’s face changed. These two snakes were carefully cultivated over several years, highly toxic, and extremely fast. Even a grandmaster martial

just swung his hands twice and

Caspian dropped the attitude, and his gaze

is none of your business. Scums like you in the martial world don’t deserve to live.” Dustin

white brilliance shot out instantly, like a sword unsheathing and thrusting straight at Caspian’s chest. This move seemed unremarkable at first glance, but it