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.

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

Garrett channeled his grandmaster-level internal energy to

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

outburst. His tired eyes

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

with his tattered appearance and revolting stench, had

are you shouting like that? I'm not deaf." The drunkard scratched his

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

that dismissal, the drunkard settled into the seat. He nonchalantly resumed his drinking and was

in fury. No one

the highest ranks at the Hall of Gods

him as if he was invisible. It

regret crossing me!" Garrett exploded as his patience

toward the drunkard's head and unleashed

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

the shadow palm even landed, everyone felt their breath catch, as if there was

pressure! Elder Mason must be

mess with Elder

arrogant fool deserves