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.

chuckled. He was oblivious to Garrett's presence

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

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

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

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

filthy beggar, with his tattered

The drunkard scratched his ear lazily.

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

into the seat. He nonchalantly resumed

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

the Hall of Gods showed him deference when

disrespected him, treating him as if he was invisible. It

crossing me!"

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

colossal white shadow palm descended upon the drunkard like a

ground quaked. Before the shadow palm even landed, everyone felt their breath catch, as if there was a boulder sitting on

pressure! Elder Mason must be seriously

did this beggar mess with Elder Mason?

This arrogant fool deserves whatever's coming to