An Understated Dominance by Marina Vittori

Chapter 2307 by Marina Vittori

Chapter 2307 by Marina Vittori

“What? The guy isn’t dead? How is that even possible?”

“He’s not only alive, but he’s completely unscathed. This is insane!”

“How can this be? Is he wearing some kind of armor?”

“Even if he was, there’s no way he could survive Venerable Truce’s strike without a scratch!”

The spectators stared in disbelief as Jeremiah stood there with a seemingly indifferent expression.

Truce’s previous strike was devastating, unstoppable, and could split mountains and rivers.

Under normal circumstances, given Jeremiah’s build, he should’ve been left crippled even if he survived. But he was completely unscathed. This was a sight that defied everyone’s understanding and logic.

Even Truce was left questioning this reality. The Drakon Banisher, a signature move of the Banisher Technique, was known for its unmatched power. Once unleashed, it was nearly impossible for anyone to block, and it had never failed to deliver its intended result.

Truce was certain his strike had hit Jeremiah, but he couldn’t understand how he had emerged without a scratch or blemish.

What kind of monstrous body did he have? Was Jeremiah some sort of demon in disguise?

up for the damage to my

believe

forward. A radiant

with your life.” Jeremiah’s eyes turned icy, his previously gentle demeanor replaced by

a deep, ominous black as black

transformed into sharp, deadly claws. Jeremiah had become a

lips curled into a

sight and reappeared directly in front of Truce. His razor-sharp claws transformed into deadly blades as they

widened in shock. He barely had time to react and instinctively raised his

claws slammed into the shadowsteel staff with explosive force and unleashed a terrifying surge

body jolted from the impact, and his feet skidded backward uncontrollably. His hands, still gripping

speed and strength. He could

claw marks

made of shadowsteel, a material far tougher than ordinary steel. He had been with his trusty weapon for over a decade, and

three claw marks, each nearly an inch deep, on his

could react, Jeremiah lashed out again. His claws sliced through the air with a series of

no time to dodge and had to raise his staff to defend. The impact was deafening. He was thrown back several feet, and his shadowsteel staff cracked under the pressure and

gasped in disbelief. A single swipe had broken the legendary shadowsteel staff, and

to fight me hand-to-hand. I’ll take you on.” Truce’s anger