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

I'm talking to you! Are you listening?" Garrett

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

He stirred slightly at Garrett's outburst. His tired eyes reluctantly opened as he pointed to himself. "Are you talking

Garrett nearly lost his

tattered appearance and revolting stench,

The drunkard scratched his ear lazily. "Oh,

"Forget

He nonchalantly

narrowed in anger, and his fists clenched tightly in fury. No one had dared to

Hall of Gods showed him deference when

him, treating him as if he was invisible.

beggar! You're going to regret crossing me!" Garrett

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

the air. Then, a colossal white shadow palm descended upon the drunkard like

the air warped, and the ground quaked. Before the shadow palm even landed, everyone felt their breath

What intense pressure! Elder Mason must be seriously ticked

with Elder

This arrogant fool deserves