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

Even in the afterlife, you won't escape my wrath!" Luke's final

and his face frozen in a grimace

the survivors. Before she could

Grand Sorceress,

vendetta against the Mystic Arts Order. Please,

survivors' bodies were battered, and their movements were sluggish from the

to beg for mercy. Otherwise,

in satisfaction. "Now get lost, and

We'll leave now!" They scrambled to their feet and

had cheated death, they felt

clad in white soaring overhead. With a backflip,

white blocking their path was

to hell!" After the outburst, the

phantom, which pounced ferociously toward the

Sorceress has promised to

them apart with a single ferocious swipe. Limbs were torn asunder, scattering across the ground

the entry-level divine martial artists

been dealt with." After taking care of the few remaining individuals, he immediately approached Abigail

approvingly. "Make sure this place gets cleaned up pronto. I don't want anything ruining

the guardian

off her clothes. With a subtle sense of awareness, she lifted her head to glance

to Ruby, that smile seemed