An Understated Dominance by Marina Vittori

Just as Alicia was about to be struck down by Brian’s deadly palm strike, a silver needle suddenly hit his wrist with precision.

The force of the impact caused him to stagger backward several steps. Then, a wave of excruciating pain surged through his arm. His body trembled uncontrollably and left him momentarily incapacitated.

“Crap!” Brian cursed. He quickly yanked the silver needle out from his wrist, which eased his pain slightly.

“Alicia, run!” Aurora shouted.

Freed from his grasp, Alicia snapped out of her daze and bolted at full speed.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Brian, now recovered from the pain, refused to give up.

With a sudden burst of speed, he transformed into a blur and lunged toward her. Even if he was going to die, he was determined to take her down with him.

“Bastard! How dare you!” Fenley’s eyes widened in fury upon seeing that. He immediately propelled himself into the air, then delivered a palm strike toward Brian from above.

The air erupted with a thunderous boom. Suddenly, a colossal illusory image materialized behind Fenley. It radiated a commanding presence that set shivers down on everyone’s spine.

When he thrust his palm downward, the colossal illusory image mirrored his movement instantaneously. In a flash, the energy surged, and debris scattered.

A golden palm shadow hurtled toward Brian like a projectile. At that moment, Fenley was consumed by a killing instinct.

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paled as the golden palm shadow hurtled toward him. As a Celestial Alliance disciple, he understood

Four Elements of God’s Technique was the skill responsible for propelling the Celestial Alliance

incredulous that Alloy had passed it down to Fenley. And judging by Fenley’s energy, he could tell Fenley had

to spare as the golden palm shadow closed in, Brian swiftly channeled his internal energy to

instantly sent flying like a ragdoll. He was hurtled over 30 feet before crashing

the impact. He continued to skid across the ground for another eight or nine

He lay on the ground and couldn’t

his attire was torn to shreds. Blood dripped from his arms, and he looked

was formidable, but he hadn’t anticipated the

three grandmaster martial artists among the elite disciples of

expected such a stark difference between them. It was a sobering realization for

paled in comparison to Fenley’s. With just one move, Fenley had inflicted grave injuries upon

relentless efforts, he wondered why he

“Surround him!”

encircled him. Swords were drawn,

was a grandmaster martial artist. They understood the danger he still presented, even in his weakened state. A final, desperate move from him could result in casualties

of relief when she saw her sister narrowly escape