An Understated Dominance by Marina Vittori

Outside the tavern, the martial arts experts led by Luke lay sprawled on the ground. Many were either dead or wounded.

Amidst the aftermath, only Abigail stood unscathed.

The effectiveness of the Phantom Blooms had surpassed her expectations. She even contemplated further trades with the Dawson Clan for additional hidden weapons.

After all, traded weapons often held unexpected surprises.

Luke, sprawling on the ground, struggled to speak. "Troublemaker! You... you're despicable!"

His resilience was remarkable despite being pierced by countless poisoned needles.

"You're still alive?" Abigail raised an eyebrow and was surprised that he survived.

He was just three feet away when the Phantom Blooms unleashed its barrage of poisoned needles. At that range, he should have been gravely injured.

For anyone else, it would have likely been a fatal blow. Yet, despite his severe injuries and immobility, Luke displayed astonishing resilience.

"Without your cowardly ambush with hidden weapons, would you even stand a chance against me?" His tone dripped with bitterness and defiance.

"Even on death's doorstep, your defiance remains. I can't help but wonder what thoughts swirl in your stubborn head." Abigail approached and looked at him condescendingly.

She added coldly, "In the past, you would have met your end by now. But today, I'm feeling generous. I'll offer you a chance. Kneel before me, beg for mercy, and perhaps I'll consider sparing your pathetic life. What do you say?"

Luke spat in response, and the glob landed on her clothes. "Whether you aim to kill or maim, it's your call. But if I hesitate today, they won't see me as their hero anymore!"

Abigail glanced at the spittle staining her clothes. She frowned briefly before regaining her composure. "If death is what you seek, then I'll grant it."

ground shot up into the air and landed neatly in her hand. Then, she swung

afterlife, you won't escape my wrath!" Luke's final words were

his eyes wide open and

turned toward the survivors. Before she

Sorceress, have

no vendetta against the Mystic Arts Order.

their movements

left to resist, their only chance of survival was to beg for mercy. Otherwise, they could risk facing

completely clueless." Abigail nodded in satisfaction. "Now get lost, and don't let me catch you

leave now!" They scrambled to their feet

cheated death, they felt a sudden wind swept over

mysterious figure clad in white soaring overhead. With a backflip, the

inspection, they were shocked that the figure in white blocking their path was the guardian of

attack the Grand Sorceress? Go to hell!" After the outburst, the

into a dark phantom, which pounced ferociously toward the group with its teeth and claws

has promised to

lunged forward and tore them apart with a single ferocious swipe. Limbs were torn asunder, scattering across the

the might of a grandmaster, rendering the

Sorceress, the pests have been dealt with." After taking care of the few

nodded approvingly. "Make sure this place gets cleaned up

Grand Sorceress," the guardian

head to glance at Ruby and

that smile