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.

Tournament held by the Sacred Wrym Summit, so security naturally was the

of hand, it wouldn't just be a feud between sects—it could turn into

and a skirmish between a few could drag others in. If

the first punch, Oron stepped in promptly to avert a

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

to the Frostzard Manor group. Then, he turned to Abigail and her friends and bowed again. Though polite,

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

Manor's power, they

He whispered, "Mr. Harding, this man is Oron Foyer. He's from Sacred Wrym Summit, a disciple

he wouldn't risk angering Sacred

tries to stop me