An Understated Dominance by Marina Vittori

George roared like thunder. His blade- like arms gleamed coldly and sliced through Abigail’s body with lightning speed. The speed of his momentum sent him skidding for about 25 feet before he finally came to a halt.

“This is what happens when you piss me off, bitch!” He turned and laughed maniacally with a fierce expression. He believed that strength mattered and not the useless poisonous mist or creature.

“Hey, what are you laughing at?” A clear, crisp voice rang out from the front.

George looked toward the voice and was surprised to see Abigail. She casually turned with a smirk as if she were looking at a fool.

“Hmm?” His smile faltered and was replaced by shock.

What happened? Hadn’t his blade already sliced through her neck? Why was there no sign of injury?

Could he have missed it? That seemed impossible. His blade was as fast as lightning, and she hadn’t even moved. How could he have missed? What on earth had happened?

“I’m not stopping until you’re dead!” George was frustrated and didn’t want to dwell on it, so he resolved to keep attacking.

If one strike weren’t enough, he would try two. If two weren’t enough, he would go for ten, a hundred, or even a thousand. No matter what, he was determined to make Abigail pay for her actions.

With a flash of his blade arms, he moved like a blur and charged forward again. His body was tough and had an astonishing recovery rate.

as he wasn’t dead, he would keep fighting. He was ready to do whatever it took, even if

hand, and three black iron

he twisted his body and

poisoned needles rained down and turned George into a

be fatal for an ordinary grandmaster, but George

his flesh already rotting from the previous poison, the new assault was like rubbing salt in

His face

trick after another. First, it was the venomous

his once-impenetrable defenses had proven useless against these attacks. His defenses were breached, and he was poisoned

the relentless attacks, but it also meant he was

swear I will!” George roared like

the poisoned needles from his body. Driven mad with rage, he charged at Abigail with

he might as well fight with everything he had. He could endure countless blows, but if he could just find a single opening, he

being big really makes you tough,”

George closed in on Abigail. With a swift motion, he swung the blade on his

lips into a sneer. Instead of dodging, she extended her delicate hand

palm with a sharp, metallic sound and stopped dead

in disbelief as he stared at Abigail, who had caught his blade with her bare