An Understated Dominance by Marina Vittori

The poisoned needles zipped through the air with blinding speed. They were impossible to avoid, and each was aimed directly at vital points. One hit meant certain death.

“Hmph! What a simple parlor trick.” The gray-robed elder, Aven Foyer, stood motionless.

A sudden burst of golden light flared around him. The needles struck the light but bounced away, which left him completely unharmed.

“Glow Incantation?” Marcell seemed to have expected this. He smirked but didn’t stop attacking.

With a quick motion, his hands moved in rapid succession. A new wave of poison needles poured out like a torrential storm and swept toward Aven.

“Get him!” Marcell shouted as he signaled his men to attack.

He knew well that the guardian of Sacred Wyrm Summit’s forbidden ground wasn’t someone he could take down alone. So, he had no choice but to overwhelm Aven with numbers.

“Kill him!”

Without hesitation, the two groups of men drew their weapons and charged toward Aven in a coordinated assault. Poisonous insects, deadly toxins, throwing darts, and hidden weapons rained down on him.

They weren’t just after the money they wanted the rare treasures hidden in the Forbidden Ground. Rumor had it that finding those treasures would set them up for life. They would never have to worry about food or money for generations.

Blinded by greed, these desperados threw caution to the wind. To achieve their goal, they were willing to use any means necessary.

Aven’s eyes narrowed as he watched

a moment’s hesitation, he thrust both palms forward. Two bolts of purple lightning shot

men met an even grislier fate than Danny. Their skin was charred black, and their flesh was mangled beyond recognition. By

far beyond Oron’s. It was something no ordinary martial artist

one deadly strike after another. Bolts of lightning struck the attackers in rapid succession. The air crackled with thunder, mixed with

armor or divine artifacts-were effective against Aven’s Stormcraft. Anyone hit by the lightning was as good as

the

would be met with a fatal strike

just a few minutes, more than half of the assassins were wiped out. Their charred bodies littered

was far beyond anything they could have imagined.

greed replaced by fear. Though they craved the treasure, their

victory. But in this

in the group, Marcell immediately

hold on a little longer, we can win this. Once we take him down,

exchanged uncertain glances

finish this mission, we’ll die.” With a menacing look, Marcell growled,

the special poison from the Hall of Gods. Only by completing their mission would

tried to run, they would be dead either way. So, risking their lives was better than dying without a fight. At least if they died, their families