An Understated Dominance by Marina Vittori

Chapter 2267

After the referee signaled the start of the round, the crowd was cheering and rallying enthusiastically. Most were rooting for Thaddeus due to his formidable strength and put off by Dalen's appearance.

"Kid, you should just give up now," Thaddeus said while sipping his drink. ” Otherwise, you're going to end up with broken limbs once the fight starts."

He didn't take Dalen, a guy in his 20s, seriously at all. Thaddeus' goal was to defeat the top contenders in Group A. To him, the elites in Group B were just stepping stones.

"Father Savier, isn't it inappropriate for a priest to enter a battle ring against younger opponents?" Dalen smiled and lightly waved his folding fan.

"What's wrong with that?" Thaddeus countered. "Priests are human too, with the same emotions and desires as anyone else. Those you see claiming to be above it all are just hypocrites.

"Sure, they act pious, but who knows what they're up to in private? At least I'm honest about my desires. Like they say, 'live life to the fullest."’

"I don't agree with your view." Dalen shook his head and smiled. "Weren't you once a devoted priest before you broke your vows?"

rigorous physical and spiritual training. Only a

"The past is behind me, and now I see things clearly. I used to be naive

awakened to this realization. I'm living comfortably and enjoying life. Life is short. So, why endure hardship when we can enjoy wealth and comfort? Doesn't it seem foolish

seems you have forsaken asceticism for a different path."

no longer an ascetic priest. But my skills are as sharp as ever. If you insist on

I'm ready to learn from you today," Dalen

it your

took a swig, and spat a mouthful of liquor in

from the liquor. It swirled like a living creature

Instead, he calmly raised his folding fan

of wind burst forth. It sliced through the air with razorsharp blades that tore

first clash ended in a draw, with neither gaining the

an eyebrow in surprise as he watched Dalen neutralize the flaming dragon he had unleashed. He begrudgingly acknowledged Dalen’s

swig of his liquor,