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."

her wrist, a long sword on the ground shot up into the air and landed neatly in her hand. Then, she swung it

up, troublemaker! Even in the afterlife, you won't escape my wrath!" Luke's final words were drowned out as

wide open and his face frozen

and turned toward the survivors. Before she could speak, they fell to their knees and begged for

Grand Sorceress, have

money. We have no vendetta against the Mystic Arts Order. Please, Grand Sorceress, spare us! We'll never cause trouble

battered, and their movements were sluggish

no strength left to resist, their only chance of survival was to beg for mercy. Otherwise, they could risk facing

satisfaction. "Now get lost, and don't let

now!" They scrambled

they thought they had cheated death, they felt a sudden

mysterious figure clad in white soaring overhead. With a

were shocked that the figure in white blocking their path was the guardian

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

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

The Grand Sorceress has promised to

they could finish explaining, the dark phantom lunged forward and tore them apart with a single ferocious swipe. Limbs were torn asunder,

wielded the might of a grandmaster, rendering the entry-level divine martial artists

After taking care of the few remaining individuals, he immediately approached Abigail

gets cleaned up

the guardian replied

sense of awareness, she lifted her head to glance at Ruby and the others on the second floor with

that smile seemed