An Understated Dominance by Marina Vittori

The room fell into a sudden hush like time had frozen. Everyone's eyes widened in disbelief at the sight before them.

First, they glanced at Lucian, who was seriously injured and spewing blood. Then, their attention shifted to the drunken man swaying unsteadily.

Confusion clouded their minds. They had witnessed Lucian delivering a decisive blow directly to the drunkard's face.

Yet, why was the drunkard unharmed while Lucian suffered serious injuries?

"What the heck just happened? How did Lucian get tossed like that?"

"It... it must be the drunkard's protective armor energy! Thunderbolt Fist's punch went smack into that armor!"

"Protection armor energy? Wait, could this beggar be a grandmaster martial artist?"

After a brief moment of silence, the room exploded into chaos.

No one could have predicted that this disheveled, stinking drunkard would be a formidable adversary.

Lucian, alias Thunderbolt Fist, was a legend in the martial world. He was renowned for his bonecrushing blows, which could exert tens of thousands of pounds of force.

To endure one of his strikes without a scratch or counter with such ferocity attack required the skill of a grandmaster martial artist or higher.

"Who do you think you are? How dare you cause such mayhem here!" Garrett's expression darkened as he beheld Lucian's grievous injuries.

was oblivious to Garrett's presence and continued to sip his drink as if nothing

you listening?" Garrett channeled his

spun, and the less

His tired eyes reluctantly opened as he pointed to

talking to?" Garrett nearly lost his composure and raised

noticed that the filthy beggar, with his tattered

like that? I'm not deaf." The drunkard scratched his ear lazily. "Oh, what

drunkard waved him off. "Forget it. Don't bother me while I enjoy my

the drunkard settled into the seat. He nonchalantly resumed his drinking and

fury. No one had dared to treat him disdainfully since he gained

Hall of Gods showed him

treating him as

me!" Garrett exploded as his

swift motion, he thrust his hand toward the drunkard's

through the air. Then, a colossal

the ground quaked. Before the shadow palm even landed, everyone felt their breath catch, as if there was a boulder sitting on their

my god! What intense pressure! Elder Mason must be seriously ticked

with Elder Mason?

fool deserves