An Understated Dominance by Marina Vittori

Batuul's arrival lifted Anthony's spirits.

Anthony realized that Bailey, sent by the Hall of Gods, had a well-thought-out plan for gathering strong individuals from various nations in such a short time.

Willem, clad in a red robe, suddenly spoke with a smile. "Mr. Batuul, I've heard that you have perfected your body with Adamantine Body Art, which is quite impressive. I wonder if you could show us?"

Before Batuul could respond, a bald disciple behind him sternly interjected. "My master is the Fist Sage of Alabastria, not a circus clown. Show some respect!"

"I'm particularly intrigued because Mr. Batuul is the Fist Sage. I'd like to see the authenticity of the Adamantine Body Art he teaches." Willem grinned, revealing his two fangs.

Batuul responded calmly, "Feel free to test it yourself, Mr. Willem."

"Alright then." Willem turned into a crimson blur, and he swiftly lunged forward.

His left hand's black nails shot out instantly, extending 40 inches like sharp blades. With a fierce swing, the sharp nails gleamed coldly as they ruthlessly slashed across Batuul's chest.

as sharp as iron. If his opponent had been an ordinary grandmaster, such a strike would have cleaved them in

other than tearing his clothes and leaving a few shallow

and raised an eyebrow in surprise at Batuul's calm

sharp fangs and formidable nails, which were as lethal as divine weapons, Willem's attack had barely made a dent. He had exerted

that Batuul's body defense had reached the Adamantine Body

is well-earned. I apologize for my earlier disrespect." Willem placed his left hand over his

for their reverence

sparring. No need to apologize,

Even without using his abilities, no one here could beat

with Batuul, the Fist Sage,

his speed, strength, and reflexes

achieving the ultimate grandmaster level through sheer physical prowess. Like the Blood