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.

to Garrett's presence and continued to sip his

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

resounded with a thunderous boom. Ears rang, heads spun, and the less experienced martial artists

His tired eyes reluctantly opened as he pointed to

talking to?" Garrett nearly lost his composure

the filthy beggar, with his tattered appearance

not deaf." The drunkard scratched his ear lazily.

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

He nonchalantly resumed his drinking and was seemingly unfazed by Garrett's

eyes narrowed in anger, and his fists clenched tightly in fury. No one had dared to treat him disdainfully since he

the Hall of Gods

beggar blatantly disrespected him, treating him as if he was invisible. It infuriated

You're going to regret crossing me!" Garrett exploded as his patience wore

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

a colossal white shadow palm descended upon the drunkard like a

landed, everyone felt their breath catch, as if there was a boulder

pressure! Elder Mason must be

this beggar mess with Elder

arrogant fool deserves whatever's coming