An Understated Dominance by Marina Vittori

As Azalea stared at the overwhelming golden wave, her eyes narrowed, and her heart raced. She had expected a few more exchanges, but Kendricks’s opening move was terrifying.

Without hesitating, she flicked her wrist and pulled out a red paper parasol that seemed to appear from nowhere.

The parasol gleamed with deep red hues, and its surface etched with mysterious runes. As light danced over its surface, the runes began to pulse and whirl as if infused with life.

“The Abyssal Parasol?” The spectators immediately recognized the origin of the red paper parasol.

The Abyssal Parasol was a powerful defensive divine artifact known for its dark and formidable properties. It was once the prized possession of the Abyssal Legion, but it was believed to have been lost after their downfall. Surprisingly, it ended up in the hands of the Mystic Arts Order.

“Go!” Azalea opened the parasol and thrust it forward against the golden wave. It shot into the air and shone brightly. A layer of crimson light instantly surrounded her, and from afar, it appeared as if she was standing inside a massive eggshell.

The golden wave crashed down with immense force, slamming against the crimson barrier with an ear-splitting roar. The barrier shook violently under the impact. It distorted and wavered against the relentless onslaught.

Inside the barrier, Azalea was deep in concentration, forming hand seals. As the golden wave pounded relentlessly, her body began to tremble, and sweat beaded on her forehead.

Even with the protection of the Abyssal Parasol, Kendricks’ assault was overwhelming. At that moment, she understood the terrifying power of those ranked on the Legendary List. Even a casual strike from one of them could put her life at risk.

“Oh? You still have something else up your sleeve?” He raised an eyebrow, genuinely surprised.

his keen eyes, he could tell Azalea had just reached grandmaster level, and her skills were mediocre. Typically, he could finish her off with a single strike, so he didn’t

to have a defensive divine artifact that could block his

match was already decided. Even with the Abyssal

no time and

was more terrifying than before,

shattered, and the Abyssal

stumbled back several steps from the impact. Her face had gone pale, and blood trickled from the corner of her mouth. Although the attack hadn’t struck her

see how you block my

slightest bit of mercy. After shattering the barrier, he raised his saber again and

moves. The golden blade aura crashed down like a meteor,

changed. She quickly pulled a blue talisman from her bosom

Then, a streak

His clothes were in tatters, and his hair

mark

seemingly weak woman had injured him than by the pain itself. What should have been an effortless victory had left

that instant, the spectators were equally stunned

I see that right? That beauty injured

to injure the eighth- ranked master on