An Understated Dominance by Marina Vittori

“Take a guess.” Willard didn’t answer. Instead, he took another sip from his flask.

His cultivation had been sealed, but his strength came from the wine in his hand. The wine was refined with valuable herbs and contained dense spiritual energy, which he could absorb and convert into combat power.

In short, every sip made him stronger. Even with his cultivation sealed, he could still execute powerful techniques.

“It’s the wine, isn’t it?” Garrett’s gaze landed on the flask, and a quick realization set in. Willard drank before and after every attack, which hinted at something suspicious.

“Bingo. But no prize for you.” Willard smirked and launched forward with a palm strike aimed at Garrett. Though his strength wasn’t at its peak, the attack remained a deadly threat to the already injured Garrett.

“Mr. Styles, save me.” Garrett knew he had no chance of blocking it and cried for help.

“Go to hell, traitor!” Hank saw the internal commotion unfold and threw a powerful punch at Willard without hesitation.

His cultivation had been sealed, but he had taken a valuable herb earlier. This herb granted him a temporary combat boost, but only for ten strikes. Once the effects wore off, he would be as vulnerable as the others.

He had intended to use it at a critical moment, either to defend himself or to turn the battle’s outcome. But with Garrett’s desperate cry drawing everyone’s attention, he couldn’t just stand idly by.

didn’t flinch even when Hank intervened. He swiftly turned to face him and countered with a

shockwave rippling outward. Martial artists within a 30-feet radius were sent flying through the air by the sheer force of the

steps as his internal energy surged chaotically inside him. In contrast,

expression changed, and his composure wavered. He hadn’t expected Willard’s

he would be an unstoppable force.

of Gods has rewarded you generously. Why

thrown him off guard. With Willard also turning against them in the middle of the battle, the situation had

sip from his flask. “I hate to break it to you, but someone paid me a fortune to infiltrate your Hall of Gods and sabotage your plans at a crucial moment. Technically, I’m not a traitor.

in the wine to power his techniques. It temporarily boosted his strength, but things would get ugly fast once his wine

fury. Willard, don’t forget-you drank poison before this mission. Without my antidote, you’re as

you, that antidote is mine, right?” Willard

snarled. “Fine. Since you’re so stubborn, you leave me

ordered, “Everyone, listen up! Anyone

martial artists immediately changed targets and charged at Willard. In their eyes, he would be an easier opponent than Dustin. If they had a choice, they would rather avoid a