An Understated Dominance by Marina Vittori

Garrett struck his palm toward Dustin. A thunderous crash echoed through the room, changing the surrounding area.

A white shadow palm surged forward with the force of lightning and pressed on Dustin. Accompanied by the fierce howling wind, everything seemed to warp as it tore through the air.

Everyone in the room turned pale with fear. They scattered in all directions to avoid being caught in the chaos. After all, the sheer power of a grandmaster martial artist was enough to kill them with a single blow.

Despite Garrett's attack, Dustin didn't flinch. His expression remained composed. But as he prepared to retaliate, a commanding shout interrupted.

"Stop!"

Suddenly, another burst of internal energy materialized into a shadow palm as it shot from the doorway. It narrowly missed Dustin before colliding with Garrett's shadow palm.

The impact echoed with a loud crash, unleashing a torrent of terrifying energy. The living room quaked violently as the furniture splintered and drinks splashed over.

The martial artists around were thrown about like rag dolls in a storm. They crashed and tumbled helplessly.

The impact knocked Garrett back several steps, and his expression turned sour. "Who dares?" He frowned as he gazed toward the doorway.

Soon, a refined middle-aged man entered. He was dressed in a sleek black suit with gold-rimmed glasses.

"Elder Mason," the middle-aged man greeted with a faint smile.

all journeyed a long way to gather here today, and everyone in this room is an acquaintance. Let's not let

his unassuming demeanor, he exuded an air of

narrowed as he

that the man had countered his strike suggested he, too, was a grandmaster martial artist. However, Garrett

Styles, a member of the Hall of Gods," the middle-aged man introduced himself. "Today, I've gathered everyone to

"Hank Styles?"

confused glances as the name was unfamiliar

only taken up the position a few months ago, so it's understandable if you haven't heard of me yet," Hank said, displaying

the Hall of Gods. You certainly

wasn't surprised that Hank had been able to go toe-to-toe with him earlier, considering that all members of the Hall of Gods

Styles. My apologies for the oversight." Lucian led the group of martial artists

of Gods, the god was revered above all others. Their power and authority were unquestionable. They could determine anyone's fate with

my esteemed guests. The incident earlier was just a

about we extend some grace to each other and turn things around for the better?"

Garrett shot a wary glance at Dustin.

discussions. Allowing temporary anger to spoil their opportunities would be

appreciatively before casting a meaningful glance

assault from a grandmaster martial artist was