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.

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

just as quickly. With a simple punch, he met the strike

venue. Energy rippled outward and was accompanied by the roar

the impact, and each

“Hmm?”

two raised their heads simultaneously and stared at each other

to be this powerful after his transformation. He felt that Jeremiah was even stronger

Jeremiah reevaluated

the 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

silence, they lunged at each other again and locked in a fierce exchange

reflexes, recovery, and skill. Many factors would decide the victor, and strength was only

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

immense force. As they spread, it felt like an avalanche

protective shield to surround the battle ring to prevent spectators

his keen eye could discern

ultimate grandmasters was far more ferocious than typical grandmaster bouts. A single misstep could result in

stand toe-to- toe with that beast.

should make it onto the Legendary

a spot on that