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."

on the ground shot up into the air and

escape my wrath!" Luke's final words were drowned out as he

with his eyes wide open and

and turned toward the survivors. Before she could speak,

Sorceress,

have no vendetta against the

bodies were battered, and their movements were sluggish from the

survival was to beg for mercy. Otherwise, they could risk facing the same fate

in satisfaction. "Now get lost,

They scrambled

they had cheated death, they felt a sudden wind

overhead. With a backflip, the figure

the figure in white blocking their path was the guardian

Sorceress? Go to hell!" After the outburst, the guardian in white

guardian's internal energy morphed into a dark phantom, which pounced ferociously toward

The Grand Sorceress has

forward and tore them apart with a

a grandmaster, rendering the entry-level divine martial artists utterly helpless in the face

Sorceress, the pests have been dealt with." After taking care of the few remaining individuals, he immediately

sure this place gets cleaned up pronto. I

Grand Sorceress," the guardian replied with a

she lifted her head to glance at

that smile