An Understated Dominance by Marina Vittori

Upon hearing the command, over a dozen assassins immediately charged forward with their swords drawn.

These assassins were swift and incredibly agile. They darted and weaved in unpredictable patterns, making it difficult to track their movements.

Their unpredictable footwork was honed through hellish training. It was specifically designed to counter long-range attacks and had become almost instinctual for them.

"Everyone! Attack!"

As the assassins launched their assault, martial artists in the vicinity drew their weapons and charged into the battle.

"Let's take them on!" Dalen shouted, charging forward with a bladed folding fan.

Crystal and the others followed closely behind. They quickly formed a flying wedge to create a simple offensive formation.

The sudden ambush briefly threw the assassins into chaos, but they quickly regained control. Swiftly, they divided into two groups to attack the enemies from front and rear.

engaged in combat. However, only

the other was

mutual hostility filled the air around them. An invisible pressure from their confrontation seemed to freeze the atmosphere

show these guys our

sword, channeling all his might into the powerful strike. But in an

his eyes widening as his sword slipped from his grasp and clattered to the ground. Moments later,

raged

being outnumbered, the assassins had the upper hand with their strength and hellish training. Unfazed by pain or the looming death, they unleashed

contrast, the martial artists from Dragonmarsh were mostly young and inexperienced. With limited strength and

found themselves outmatched. The situation looked grim as

Dustin couldn't help but furrow his brow at the unfolding

hadn't expected them to be so proficient in direct combat. If