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.

like teleportation. The spectators could barely keep up as their eyes struggled to follow the flurry of

as quickly. With

the venue. Energy rippled outward and

Jeremiah staggered back from the impact, and each step left deep imprints in the

“Hmm?”

heads simultaneously and stared at

hadn’t anticipated Jeremiah to be this powerful after his transformation. He felt that Jeremiah

reevaluated

raw power of his third form while maintaining his ground demonstrated his exceptional resilience. It was clear that his abilities far exceeded those of any

other again and

match’s outcome hinged on speed, defense, reflexes, recovery, and skill. Many factors would decide the

bodies intersected and collided without stopping. Each punch and kick carried terrifying strength that left

of their combat radiated outward with immense force. As they spread, it felt like an avalanche or a tidal wave. The sheer

that moment, Oron activated the protective shield to surround

notice, but his keen eye could discern that Dustin and Jeremiah had reached the

ferocious than typical grandmaster bouts. A single misstep could result in significant casualties, so even Oron had to

didn’t expect Dustin to stand toe-to- toe with that

should make it

spot on that list. But if he loses, he