An Understated Dominance by Marina Vittori

George’s brutal treatment of Jermaine’s body had already stirred up a lot of anger. As he stepped into the battle ring again, the spectators booed and cursed at him.

“Ugh! Just seeing this bastard makes me sick. I want to kill him.”

“Disgusting heartless scum!”

“He got away with it last time, but now he’s facing the Grand Sorceress of the Mystic Arts Order. Let’s see how he dies.

The spectators were furious as they shouted and cursed at George, but he didn’t care. His eyes were locked on Abigail, and his lips curled into a wicked grin. He couldn’t hide the lust in his gaze. “Tsk, tsk… Hey, gorgeous. Fighting is a man’s job. As a woman, your duty is to bear children.”

His eyes roamed over her as he grinned wider. “Unfortunately, Dragonmarsh martial artists are weaklings. They don’t have what it takes to satisfy someone like you. But I can guarantee you’ll experience pure pleasure with me,” he said and laughed heartily.

His words were like a spark that ignited a wildfire, causing the spectators to erupt in a storm of curses.

“Fucking bastard! I swear I’ll kill you.”

“That damn scum is way too cocky. Enough is enough.”

to rip him to

Publicly harassing a woman was already despicable, but to insult all Dragonmarsh martial artists

back and were ready to

Summit disciples intervened to keep things under control. Despite their own anger, they stayed composed. No matter what,

martial artists below the ring, who were shouting and fuming. He didn’t flinch but smiled contemptuously. With a dismissive thumbs-down,

pushed the Dragonmarsh martial artists over the edge. After all, a man could be killed but not insulted. Being

“I’ll take you down.”

I’ll cut

to

through the Sacred Wyrm Summit disciples’ blockade

slowly clenched his fists. He planned to take this opportunity to kill

his left hand and unleashed a powerful gust of wind that sent all the

barrier instantly covered the battle ring. Anyone who touched it would feel like they were being electrocuted, their bodies convulsing and their limbs

scores off the ring. Whether it’s life or death doesn’t concern me,

then shot a cold glance at George. If you keep provoking and inciting the crowd’s anger, you’ll face

martial artists as insignificant, but he knew