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.

lay there, sparks flickered over his body, causing several Frostzard Manor disciples to

"Mr. Harding? Mr. Harding?"

Luke and shouted continuously but hesitated to get

Luke started to stir from his paralyzed

shook

react before Caleb's Stormcraft hit

pointed at Luke's chest and

blood and burned flesh with a charred smell. Instantly, he was

slammed the ground hard and pushed himself up. As he stood, he

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

Caleb smirked. "I'm attacking you directly, so where's the sneakiness? But you're tough,

hurt me! Your Sacred Wrym Summit's

"Not impressive?"

flicked the booger he had picked onto the ground, immediately creating a

"I only used ten percent of my strength to teach you a lesson. Keep up this

to take you on!" Luke replied boldly. He brandished his sword and rushed toward

"Mr. Harding! No!"

as they shouted to stop Luke, but it was

was already blinded by

hell!" he roared. He gripped the sword

his head and pointed at Luke's sword

bolt of blue lightning shot out and struck

Luke's sword snapped in half. The

he could do anything, Caleb's finger emitted

ball as it gradually grew to the size of a basketball. It