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.

was ready to do whatever it took, even if it meant

three black iron balls shot out as

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

rained down and turned George into a human pincushion. His entire body

Phantom Blooms without any defense would likely be fatal for an ordinary grandmaster, but

deadly, they were incredibly painful. With his flesh already rotting

again. His face contorted with

to strike, Abigail interrupted him with one nasty trick after another. First, it was the venomous snake, then the toxic mist,

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

it also meant he was enduring pain that would be unbearable for ordinary

I will!” George roared like a

didn’t even bother to remove the poisoned needles from his body. Driven mad

he wasn’t 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.

poison and still standing? Guess being big really makes you tough,” Abigail remarked with a hint

he swung the blade on his right arm toward her neck with blinding

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

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

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