An Understated Dominance by Marina Vittori

Willard’s ultimate move cleared the battlefield in an instant. The martial artists who had rushed forward were either dead or critically wounded, with no ability to defend themselves.

“This… How is this possible?” Hank’s eyes widened in terror as cold sweat beaded on his forehead.

Under the restriction of the sealing formation, even ultimate grandmasters couldn’t unleash their full strength.

But Willard, with nothing more than a flask of liquor, had managed to tap into a supreme divine power far beyond his cultivation level.

Though he was only at the grandmaster level, his move, Infinite Spirit Manifestation, carried the might of an ultimate grandmaster. If he were to use it again, the outcome would be grim for everyone, including himself.

“Retract!” Willard took a deep breath and the thousands of illusory images that had surged forth earlier instantly retracted into his body. His face turned red and pale as his breath grew heavy and ragged.

The toll of using Infinite Spirit Manifestation was unmistakable. With his cultivation sealed, executing such an attack once had already pushed him to the limit.

Only a handful of martial artists, including Hank and the six black men, still had the strength to fight. In total, barely a dozen remained standing.

The six men in black-the strongest among the group-were fully engaged by Dustin and couldn’t spare any hands to help. As for the rest, only Hank posed a genuine threat. The others were paralyzed by fear and dared not approach.

“Hank, if you know what’s good for you, retreat now. Otherwise, you’ll end up like these corpses,” Willard said coldly.

His strength, stamina, and focus were rapidly draining. If the fight continued, it might not end in his favor. His only hope now was to intimidate Hank into retreating.

Should we retreat for

of them were either dead or critically wounded.

is barely

had overexerted himself with that last move. Otherwise, he

but we’ve already lost most of our men. If we keep fighting, we’ll only suffer more casualties. Maybe

hard across the face. ” This mission is do

be executed by Bailey upon their return. Rather than live in disgrace as a deserter, he would rather stake everything in this final

tossed one to Garrett. “Drink this. It’ll greatly enhance your physical abilities and boost your combat power. I’ve worked hard to get this, and now I’m giving

Styles!” Garrett’s face lit up with relief as he took the

ten times better than the A-grade one he had used before. With such

will both die.

second dose could cause his

Hank wasted no time and charged forward

would either emerge victorious or die

the mountain protective array.

under the continuous onslaught. It was clear

the hall, the elites of Sacred Wrym Summit stood ready for

the mountain protection array

“Order the disciples to set up twelve small formations. We’ll turn defense