An Understated Dominance by Marina Vittori

The arrival of the middle-aged monk instantaneously hushed the entire training ground.

It was only when he gradually tamed his imposing presence that whispers began to ripple through the crowd.

"Who is that? He looks powerful."

"Of course he is. He's Oron Foyer, the disciple of the Ancient Sage!"

"Ah, that explains it. I've heard he's incredibly strong, nearly on par with Kaden, another disciple of the Ancient Sage. It seems the rumors are true."

"Well, with Master Oron here, I doubt anyone will start any fights today."

As Oron stood in the center, the crowd started murmuring.

Sacred Wrym Summit,

hand, it wouldn't just be a feud

frequent in the martial world, and a skirmish between a few could drag others in. If that

Frostzard Manor was about to throw the

is the day of the Combat Tournament at Sacred Wrym Summit. If you're eager for a fight, let's settle it in the battle ring. Remember

Then, he turned to Abigail and her friends and bowed again. Though

our path? Do you have a death wish or something?" Luke glared fiercely at

uneasy. Despite Frostzard Manor's power, they

whispered, "Mr. Harding, this man is Oron Foyer. He's from Sacred Wrym Summit, a disciple of the Ancient Sage. We shouldn't mess with

Order for Maurice's sake, but he wouldn't risk angering Sacred Wrym Summit. After all, no one in the martial world dared to mess with the

cares? I don't care who he is. Anyone who tries to stop me from getting revenge will regret