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."

flick of her wrist, a long sword on the ground shot up into the air and landed neatly in her hand. Then, she swung it and sliced him cleanly in two

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

died with his eyes wide open and his face frozen in

turned toward the survivors. Before she could speak, they

Grand Sorceress, have

We have no vendetta against the Mystic Arts Order. Please, Grand Sorceress, spare us!

and their movements were sluggish from the

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

nodded in satisfaction. "Now get lost,

They scrambled to their

they had cheated death, they felt a sudden wind

white soaring overhead. With a backflip, the figure landed squarely in

were shocked that the figure in white blocking

Go to hell!" After the outburst, the guardian in white struck down

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

Sorceress has

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

grandmaster, rendering the

have been dealt with." After taking care of the few remaining

"Make sure this place gets cleaned

guardian replied with

she lifted her head to glance at

to Ruby, that smile seemed