An Understated Dominance by Marina Vittori

Caleb held up two fingers and said casually, "I'll give you two options. Either you leave on your own, or I'll kick you out!"

"Hmph! Who do you think you are to order me around? Do you have a death wish?" Luke's eyes narrowed with disdain.

"If you don't leave, I'll have to take action. You might end up with broken bones and bedridden for a while," Caleb said as he continued to pick his nose.

"Are you threatening me? Do you think I'm scared? If you're brave, go ahead and try it! I'd like to see what you can do!" Luke said arrogantly and waved his sword.

Caleb continued, "The old man used to say, 'Be polite before using force.' Well, I've tried being nice, but if you keep being like this. So, don't blame me for getting rough."

He raised his hand and pointed at Luke from a distance. "Stormcraft."

Then, a bolt of blue lightning shot forth from his fingertips and hit the furious Luke.

The lightning bolt was incredibly fast, striking Luke in the chest before he could react.

There was a loud explosion, and Luke's shirt ripped apart. The force sent him flying and crashing heavily to the ground 30 feet away.

"Mr. Harding!"

The disciples of Frostzard Manor gasped and paled as they ran toward him.

The other martial artists exchanged uneasy looks but were amazed by what had just happened.

Nobody expected the monk from Sacred Wrym Summit to be so skilled. With just one use of Stormcraft, they witnessed Caleb easily defeat Luke.

Even though Luke was arrogant and halfway to becoming a grandmaster elite, it was surprising to see him defeated so effortlessly.

Electric sparks crackled in the air as Luke lay unconscious on the ground. His clothes were ripped, his chest burnt, and his limbs frozen, leaving him unable to move.

body, causing several Frostzard Manor disciples to recoil in shock when they tried to

"Mr. Harding? Mr. Harding?"

shouted continuously but hesitated to get

Luke started to stir from his paralyzed

shook his head

quickly, leaving him no time to react before Caleb's Stormcraft hit

and said, "You got

his chest covered in blood and burned flesh with a

He slammed the ground hard and pushed himself up. As

monk! I didn't expect you to stoop so low and do

directly, so where's the sneakiness? But you're tough,

hell is this Stormcraft? It couldn't even hurt me! Your Sacred Wrym Summit's skills aren't

"Not impressive?"

had picked onto

teach you a lesson. Keep

on!" Luke replied boldly. He brandished his

"Mr. Harding! No!"

was terrified. Their faces turned pale as they

by anger

to hell!" he roared. He gripped the sword hilt tightly and swung it

ever." Caleb shook his head and pointed at

of blue lightning shot out

half. The force caused him to

anything, Caleb's finger emitted

it gradually grew to the size of a basketball. It crackled with lightning and