An Understated Dominance by Marina Vittori

After the collision, Reagan was propelled more than ten yards backward, coughing out blood.

His entire arm was shattered, causing the Inferno Fury Spear to be hurled away, ultimately leaving him sprawled on the ground, struggling to breathe.

“Are you alright, Your Highness?” Albert quickly advanced, assisting the trembling Dustin.

“I’m fine .” Dustin sensed a rush of blood and vitality coursing through him, his arm tingling, and he struggled to maintain a steady grip on his sword.

Despite Reagan being in critical condition, Dustin couldn’t overlook the potency of his recent forceful attack- it had compelled Dustin to spit out blood.

Fortunately, Reagan’s body had already succumbed to the Deicide Venom. Otherwise, the fight’s outcome might not have been in Dustin’s favor.

on the ground and let out a feeble growl. “Why?

the soil, marking it with deep imprints. His already fierce visage

Celestial Blade in hand, gazing

seemed like a dying elderly-pitiful, miserable, and with a hint of ferocious struggle in the face of impending

“Logan! You despicable scoundrel! If not for your scheming,

refuse to accept this! I will not yield to it even in the face

of West Lucozia and the

group of inexperienced youths. This fact proved challenging to acknowledge and intensified

“Despicable?” Dustin snorted.

assassination of my

more despicable than

principles. It’s laughable. Besides, I don’t care whether you accept

laughter. “Logan, even if you kill me, what does it change?

deep, and its members are scattered far and wide. Even