An Understated Dominance by Marina Vittori

Abigail pushed off the ground and shot into the air. She quickly caught up to George as his burly frame began to descend. She lifted her long leg high and brought it down like a battle ax, striking his back with force.

The impact was explosive. George, falling face-first, immediately flipped and crashed toward the battle ring like a soccer ball. As he fell, he spat another mouthful of blood.

His burly frame slammed into the hard ground with a bone-jarring impact. The force of the collision created a deep, human-shaped crater in the ring. Dust and debris exploded into the air, and rocks flew everywhere.

Despite George’s incredible defense, the force of the blow fractured his bones, displaced his organs, and left him seriously injured.

His defense would have seemed nearly unbeatable if facing an ordinary grandmaster. But Abigail wasn’t just any grandmaster. She was an ultimate grandmaster and had awakened the Phoenix bloodline.

Every punch and kick she delivered carried lethal strength that could crush a grandmaster. Yet, George could withstand even a few of her blows and still be alive, which was already beyond exceptional.

“It’s not over yet!”

Just as George struggled to climb out of the crater, a devilish voice echoed.

The next moment, Abigail’s fist slammed into his face. He was knocked back to the ground. His body hit the floor hard enough to make the battle ring tremble. His nose and mouth were crooked, teeth flying, his vision spinning as everything around him blurred.

She jumped into the pit and looked at him with a cold, fierce glare.

“You call me a bitch?”

fist

“Trying to kill me?”

Another punch followed.

all

She punched again.

do you think you

George’s face like a relentless storm as she continued to punch him. A harsh insult accompanied each

beaten to a pulp, and blood splattered everywhere. At first, he reacted with grunts of pain, but soon he fell

dull thud of Abigail’s punches landing. After an indeterminate amount of time, she finally stopped. When she emerged from the pit, covered

had been completely pulverized. His head and neck were gone, and half of his body had been obliterated. What remained above his waist was just a gruesome mix of flesh,

bad luck!” Abigail spat on George’s lifeless body. Then, she wiped the blood from her face

outcome was clear. Everyone didn’t need to wait for Oron to announce the

the stand feeling shivered run down their spine. They had been somewhat flippant when

and guilty. They realized that when she took action, she was relentless

could resist blades and bullets, had been turned to mush, they shuddered to think what would happen to them. No matter how beautiful she looked, they had

“Nice! Well done!”

silence. The applause

expected from the Grand Sorceress of the Mystic Arts Order. You’ve earned my