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

at the approaching figure but didn’t flinch or dodge. She waved her hand, and three black iron balls shot out as they headed straight for George’s face. These were

them. Instead, he twisted his body and dodged. But as they crossed

George into a human pincushion. His entire body was

defense would likely be fatal for an ordinary grandmaster, but George was different. With his tough,

rotting from the previous poison, the new assault

His

never felt so helpless before. Every time he tried to strike, Abigail interrupted him with one nasty trick after another. First, it was the venomous

His defenses

the relentless attacks, but it also meant he was enduring pain that would be unbearable

kill you! I swear I will!” George roared like a

remove the poisoned needles from his body. Driven mad with rage,

going to die, he might as well fight with everything he had. He could endure countless blows, but if he could just find a single opening, he would rip Abigail to shreds. At least, that

being big really makes you tough,” Abigail remarked with a hint

With a swift motion, he swung the blade on his right arm

of dodging, she extended her delicate hand and firmly caught his descending

palm with a sharp,

caught his blade with