An Understated Dominance by Marina Vittori

Jeremiah exuded a whole new intensity after transforming into a demon. Blood energy coiled around him, and his face twisted into a menacing snarl. Yet, his eyes remained as cold as ice and devoid of emotion.

He loomed above the masses like a god looking down upon mortals; his presence was indescribable.

Even from a distance, the spectators felt the crushing pressure deep within their souls. The sensation was so overwhelming that many couldn’t suppress the urge to worship him.

“You’ve managed to force me into my third form… that’s quite an achievement.” As Jeremiah transformed into his demon form, his voice grew hoarse and deep.

He slowly raised a finger and pointed at Dustin. What had once been a blade transformed into a withered, sharp claw. His crimson eyes locked onto Dustin and sized him up as if he were nothing more than an ant.

“You look intimidating, but I’m curious about how you fight.” Dustin scrutinized him impassively. He had faced many fearsome opponents and would fight without hesitation, whether it was a fake demon or a real one.

“You will soon understand the consequences of angering me.” Jeremiah smiled menacingly.

“Really? Then, stop the chatter and come at me.” Dustin beckoned him forward with a finger.

“This time, I’ll send you straight to hell. “Jeremiah’s eyes flared with malice. With a blur, he disappeared from sight.

When he reappeared, he was right in front of Dustin. His claws slashed forward with blinding speed, which left a chilling shimmer in their wake.

“He’s fast!” the spectators gasped in shock.

a speed that seemed like teleportation. The spectators could barely keep up as their eyes

down, Dustin reacted just as quickly. With a simple punch, he met

rippled outward and was accompanied

the impact, and each step left deep imprints in the ground beneath

“Hmm?”

raised their heads simultaneously and stared at each other in

powerful after his transformation. He felt that Jeremiah was even stronger than some

reevaluated

endure the raw power of his third form while maintaining his ground demonstrated his

a moment of silence, they lunged at each other again and

speed, defense, reflexes, recovery, and skill. Many factors would decide the victor, and strength

and collided without stopping. Each punch and kick carried terrifying strength that left deep craters and jagged cracks in the battle

their combat radiated outward with immense force. As they spread, it felt like an avalanche or a

activated the protective shield to surround the battle ring

his keen eye could discern that Dustin and

typical grandmaster bouts. A single misstep

to stand toe-to- toe with that beast. That’s

make it

definitely earn a spot on that list. But if he loses, he