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

I'm talking to you! Are you listening?" Garrett channeled his grandmaster-level

flash, the entire room resounded with a thunderous boom. Ears rang, heads spun,

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

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

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

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

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

into the seat. He nonchalantly resumed his drinking and was seemingly

anger, and his fists clenched tightly in fury. No one

the highest ranks at the Hall of Gods showed him deference

disrespected him, treating him as if

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

thrust his hand toward the drunkard's head and unleashed

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

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

Elder Mason must be

did this beggar mess with Elder

deserves whatever's coming to