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.

Excellent wine!" The drunkard chuckled. He was oblivious to Garrett's presence and continued to sip his drink as

Are you listening?" Garrett channeled his grandmaster-level internal energy

boom. Ears rang, heads spun, and the less experienced martial artists hurried to cover their

at Garrett's outburst. His tired eyes reluctantly opened

Who else would I be talking to?" Garrett

filthy beggar, with his tattered appearance and

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

off. "Forget it. Don't bother

the seat. He nonchalantly resumed his drinking and was seemingly

fists clenched tightly in fury. No one had dared to treat him

the Hall of Gods showed him deference when they encountered

beggar blatantly disrespected him, treating him

regret crossing me!" Garrett exploded as his

thrust his hand toward the drunkard's

echoed through the air. Then, a colossal white shadow palm descended upon the

and the ground quaked. Before the shadow palm even landed, everyone felt their breath catch, as

pressure! Elder Mason must

mess with Elder Mason?

fool deserves