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.

Garrett's presence and continued to sip his drink as

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

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

drunkard burped. He stirred slightly at Garrett's outburst. His tired eyes reluctantly opened as he pointed to

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

beggar, with his tattered appearance and revolting stench, had completely ignored

not deaf." The drunkard scratched his ear lazily. "Oh, what were you saying just

off. "Forget it. Don't bother me while

dismissal, the drunkard settled into the seat. He nonchalantly resumed his drinking and was seemingly unfazed by Garrett's

tightly in fury.

the highest ranks at the Hall of Gods showed him

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

to regret crossing me!"

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

through the air. Then, a colossal white shadow

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

my god! What intense pressure! Elder Mason must be

this beggar mess with Elder Mason? He's

fool deserves whatever's coming