An Understated Dominance by Marina Vittori

“According to the investigation, Dusk Titan was killed by the Grand Sorceress of the Mystic Arts Order, while the Shadow Prince and The Dust of Angel were taken down by someone named Dustin Rhys.” Hank didn’t mince words as he detailed the entire incident.

Losing those three elite fighters was a serious blow to the Hall of Gods. They had planned a two-pronged attack.

To claim the championship title in the Combat Tournament and shatter the spirit of Dragonmarsh’s martial artists while secretly raiding their treasures to block their fortunes.

But before they could even get started, Plan A was already a bust. They had lost their top elites and suffered a major hit to their reputation.

“I know about the Grand Sorceress of the Mystic Arts Order, but where did this Dustin Rhys come from?” Bailey’s expression darkened as he spoke.

He had researched Abigail, the second- ranked master on Dragonmarsh’s Legendary List. It wasn’t surprising that George had died in her hand.

But Bailey had never heard of Dustin.

Jeremiah was a force to be reckoned with. He was comparable to the ultimate grandmaster when at full strength. Even Abigail might find him a challenge. What kind of upstart could take down two of their top elites?

“Dustin’s identity is a mystery. We don’t have any leads on him yet.” A chill crept down his spine as Hank spoke. It was as if a predator was watching him.

He quickly added, “However, I’ve had a brief encounter with Dustin. I suggest we try to recruit him.”

“Recruit him?” Bailey reined in his lethal intent and asked curiously, What’s your plan?”

ability to take down our two top elites proves his strength. If we offer him a substantial reward to

was wiser to forge alliances than to create

Hall of Gods, that would be ideal. But do you believe

I meant to use him as a pawn alongside the Dragonmarsh martial artists

who had just killed Jeremiah was the same pawn he

to let a wolf into the fold,” Bailey narrowed his

he was bound to attract attention from various factions in Dragonmarsh. Bailey knew convincing him to betray his homeland wouldn’t be easy. Even if Dustin agreed, trusting him

worry. I’m sure I can recruit him. As

produced a small vial. “This is a poison I’ve carefully crafted. It specifically targets the Dragonmarsh elites. If someone takes it without

Mr. Styles. It seems I was

would risk their lives for a fight unless they were fearless? But how many

I’ll handle it immediately.” Hank

three elites they’d lost. No matter the cost, Hank was

was cold, and the wind was cutting like a blade. Just as Dustin finished his dinner and was about to head to his room to

“Hey, Dustin!”

stepping forward with a friendly

Dustin recognized him

glanced around