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.

dead, he would keep fighting. He was ready to do whatever it took, even if it meant outlasting his

three black iron balls shot out as they headed straight for George’s face. These were

dared not strike them. Instead, he twisted his body and dodged. But as they

down and turned George into a human

likely be fatal for an ordinary grandmaster, but George was different. With his tough, resilient body, he could withstand the

incredibly painful. With his flesh already rotting from the

His

had never felt so helpless before. Every time he tried to strike, Abigail interrupted him with one nasty trick after

defenses had proven useless against these attacks. His defenses were breached, and he was poisoned as

it also meant he was enduring pain

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that moment, he didn’t even bother to remove the poisoned needles from his body. Driven mad with rage, he

fight with everything he had. He could endure countless blows, but if he could

standing? Guess being big really makes

he swung the blade on his right arm toward her

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

met her palm with a sharp, metallic sound and stopped dead in

stared at Abigail, who had caught his blade with her