An Understated Dominance by Marina Vittori

The spectators erupted into thunderous applause as soon as Oron finished speaking.

Under the spotlight of a thousand eager eyes, contestant number one rose from his seat and walked to the battle ring. He was a monk clad in gray robes.

The towering figure, who had a muscular build, was in his 30s. He gripped an iron staff, and his smooth, bald head gleamed brilliantly in the sunlight.

The spectators quickly recognized him. “I can’t believe the first contestant is Venerable Truce from Aureate Monastery. This is going to be a great match.”

Contestant number one was a revered monk from Aureate Monastery called Truce Heart. He was known by the moniker “Venerable Banisher”.

Despite his young age, his cultivation was beyond measure, especially his Ironfist Technique, which he had mastered to perfection.

He was said to be impervious to blades, bullets, fire, and water. Any attack launched against him barely left a mark.

But Truce wasn’t just renowned for his incredible defense. His Banisher Technique was equally deadly, and he had defeated countless experts with it. With his prowess, it was no exaggeration to say he could challenge opponents far beyond his level.

“I wonder who will be his opponent.”

Amid the curious gazes of the spectators, contestant number 32 slowly walked up to the battle ring.

The man had a Strequan face, wore a clerical robe, and a cross hung on his chest. His expression was kind, and he had a gentle smile. He was Jeremiah Price, also known as “The Dust of Angel

“Hey! A kind-looking priest?”

priest competing in the

clearly in cahoots with that stinking bat. He may look harmless, but he’s hiding sinister

or not, he doesn’t stand a chance against Venerable Truce’s Banisher staff. One

Truce. If he doesn’t concede, he’s likely to be

foreigner who dares to challenge us in Dragonmarsh deserves whatever

started whispering and pointing. Their murmurs rippled

pride, especially in a major event. They

they were determined not to let outsiders steal the

anyone, so why not surrender?” Truce eyed the slender

a name for himself.

priest before him, Truce had neither seen nor heard of him before. Winning against him wouldn’t hold much significance. He figured

by its cover. How can you predict the outcome before the match begins?” Jeremiah

saying this for your own good. Once we start, I won’t hold back, “Truce

here to witness the prowess of

happens next.” Truce’s eyes turned icy as he

contestants are ready. Let the match begin!” Oron declared before floating down from the battle

said, adopting

Jeremiah smiled faintly and didn’t make

two locked eyes, and the

Truce! Don’t hold back, just start the