An Understated Dominance by Marina Vittori

“Not again!” Veronica’s face paled.

At that moment, the effects of her parálysis started to wear off. She didn’t have time to hesitate when she saw the frost arrows descending again.

She gripped her spear and spun it wildly, creating a blur of afterimages. Her spear spun like a helicopter rotor, whipping up strong winds that formed a protective barrier about ten feet in front of her.

The incoming frost arrows struck the wind barrier with a series of crackling sounds. The impact forced Veronica to stagger backward, and her arms were numb from the force.

The Blood Ward she had used earlier had drained her energy significantly. So, now she struggled to keep up when facing Azalea’s relentless assault.

“Void Mire!”

While Veronica was still defending against the frost arrows, Azalea performed another hand seal. She crouched and slammed her hand onto the battle ring’s surface.

Suddenly, a bizarre scene unfolded. The ground beneath Veronica’s feet turned soft and swampy, like quicksand. As she tried to retreat, she found her feet sinking deeper into the mire.

The most unsettling part was the powerful suction of the mire. It relentlessly pulled Veronica’s legs, and she had a hard time freeing herself.

With frost arrows bombarding her from above and the mire threatening to swallow her from below, Veronica was in a dire struggle and couldn’t fend off attacks from both sides.

“Despicable wench, all you can do is use underhanded tricks! If you’ve got the guts, face me head-on!” Veronica’s frustration boiled over. 1

She was a master of spear techniques with extensive combat experience. She was confident she could quickly take down her opponent in close quarters.

the chance to get close. She continued to attack from a distance with

most was Azalea’s endless array of tactics. One moment, she was ensnared by vines, and the next

frost arrows. Now, Azalea had conjured a swamp to trap

rendered useless in the face of such relentless and varied assaults. It was incredibly frustrating to

won by now. It was maddening how close

If it leads to victory, any means are fair game,” Azalea said, tossing a

with her spells earlier. But luckily, she had a priceless bottle

Here comes another round!” After taking the pill, Azalea felt revitalized. Her internal energy quickly

of frost arrows filled the sky. It formed a

Veronica spat out

her energy, she

This woman just doesn’t

precious Gerandium! When did the Mystic Arts

murmuring among themselves as they watched

Their comments were filled with frustration, jealousy,

was supposed to be a test of skill, but Azalea’s use of divine artifacts and pills had given her a huge

“Fall!”

Azalea directed a barrage of

move. She could only swing

and her arms to numb. Her movements slowed, and her internal energy drained

which left bloody wounds on her. Plus, the freezing power of