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.

The drunkard chuckled. He was oblivious to Garrett's presence and continued to sip his drink

Garrett channeled his grandmaster-level internal energy to amplify

entire room resounded with a thunderous boom. Ears rang, heads spun, and the less experienced martial artists hurried to cover

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

else would I be talking to?" Garrett nearly lost his composure and raised his

that the filthy beggar, with his tattered appearance and revolting stench, had completely

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

the drunkard waved him off. "Forget it. Don't bother me

the drunkard settled into the seat. He nonchalantly resumed

and his fists clenched tightly in fury. No one had dared to treat him disdainfully since

the Hall of

him as if he was

going to regret crossing me!" Garrett exploded as

he thrust his hand toward

echoed through the air. Then, a colossal white shadow

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

pressure! Elder Mason

beggar mess with Elder Mason? He's

fool deserves whatever's coming