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.

Hank intervened. He swiftly turned to

Martial artists within a 30-feet

his internal energy surged chaotically inside him. In contrast, Willard stood his ground and remained

and his composure wavered. He hadn’t expected

unleash incredible strength. If he were at his peak, he would be an unstoppable

has rewarded you generously. Why are you betraying us?” Hank

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

laughed and took a sip from his flask. “I hate to break it to you, but someone paid me a fortune to infiltrate your Hall of Gods

temporarily boosted his strength,

fury. Willard, don’t forget-you drank

that antidote is mine,

Hank’s expression faltered for a split second before he snarled. “Fine.

his hand, Hank ordered, “Everyone, listen up! Anyone

of the 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