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.”

had enough. I’m going to

already despicable, but

martial artists couldn’t hold back and were ready to throw punches. Their aggressive stances made it clear they were prepared to take George down

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

George turned to glance at the Dragonmarsh martial artists below the ring, who were shouting and fuming. He didn’t flinch but smiled contemptuously. With a dismissive

artists over the edge. After all, a man could be killed but not insulted. Being taunted by a foreigner like this was more

“I’ll take you down.”

I’ll cut you in

to

artists broke through the Sacred Wyrm Summit disciples’ blockade and charged toward the

menacingly and slowly clenched his fists. He planned to take

the sky and blocked their path. Oron waved his left hand and unleashed a powerful gust of wind that sent all the martial artists on

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

off the ring. Whether it’s life or death doesn’t concern me, but no one interferes with the match,” Oron warned the martial

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

without saying anything. He typically dismissed Dragonmarsh martial artists