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?”

A Strequan priest competing in

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

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

Venerable Truce. If

dares to challenge us in Dragonmarsh deserves whatever comes

ring, the spectators immediately started whispering and pointing. Their murmurs rippled through

especially in a major event. They were

Dragonmarsh-hosted event, they were determined not to let outsiders steal the spotlight. Otherwise,

Truce eyed the slender Jeremiah and shook his head in

name for himself. His sights

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

judge a book by its cover. How can you predict the outcome before the match begins?” Jeremiah said with a smile. His calm words masked a shrewd,

for your own good. Once

to witness the prowess of

you insist, don’t blame me for what happens next.” Truce’s eyes turned icy

are ready. Let the match begin!” Oron declared before floating

Truce said, adopting

smiled faintly and didn’t make the first

two locked eyes, and

hold back,