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.

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

"Mr. Harding? Mr. Harding?"

gathered around Luke and shouted continuously

wore off, Luke started to stir from

shook his head

before Caleb's Stormcraft hit him. Then, he blacked out and

at Luke's chest and said, "You

saw his chest covered in blood and burned flesh with a charred smell. Instantly, he

hard and pushed himself up. As he stood, he

low and do a sneak attack! Is this the style

the sneakiness? But you're tough, so I'll give you that. You took a hit from Stormcraft

couldn't even hurt me! Your Sacred Wrym Summit's skills aren't that impressive!" Luke

"Not impressive?"

flicked the booger he had picked

teach you

I'm going to take you on!" Luke replied boldly. He brandished his

"Mr. Harding! No!"

pale as they shouted to stop Luke, but

was already blinded by anger and couldn't

he roared. He gripped the sword hilt tightly and swung it at Caleb's

his head and

a bolt of blue lightning shot

loud crack, Luke's sword snapped in half. The force caused him to tremble and freeze

Caleb's finger emitted

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