An Understated Dominance by Marina Vittori

After dealing with the Hall of Gods’ elite fighters, Arion disappeared in a blur. When he reappeared, he was hovering above the forbidden ground of Sacred Wrym Summit.

The scene at the entrance to the forbidden ground was one of utter carnage. Bodies lay strewn across the ground, and rivers of blood flowed freely. All members of the Hall of Gods, including Hank, lay motionless on the ground.

Dustin and Willard, both covered in blood and exuding killing intent, had fought fiercely. After a long, grueling fight, they succeeded in defending the forbidden ground of Sacred Wrym Summit. They had thwarted the Hall of Gods’ plan to destroy the Dracan force.

At that instant, Dustin seemed to sense something and suddenly looked up. Through the mist and darkness, he pinpointed Arion’s figure hovering above. Arion smiled faintly and nodded at Dustin before disappearing again.

Crossing several mountains in mere seconds, Arion arrived above the Sacred Wrym Summit’s grand hall. Below, the disciples of Sacred Wrym Summit were still locked in fierce combat against the elite fighters of the Hall of Gods.

Despite their overwhelming numbers, the Hall of Gods had yet to breach their defenses. Kaden, the newly appointed sage, held the fort, while Oron led a charge alongside several other elite martial artists.

After observing for a brief moment, Arion quickly formed a hand seal and pointed downward.

A massive enchantment circle materialized, spanning over half a mile and covering the entire hall. It spun and pressed down with relentless force, crashing into the enemies below like a mountain falling from the sky.

The elite fighters of the Hall of Gods collapsed one after another. They writhed on the ground and were unable to move.

With a single strike, Arion took down nearly 90% of the enemy forces. The remaining survivors were swiftly overwhelmed by a counterattack from the disciples of Sacred Wrym Summit.

neither side gaining the upper hand. But once he took action, it

Hall of Gods’ carefully laid plan seemed like nothing more than a joke. In the face of overwhelming power, every scheme was bound to

a trace. Yet, many Dragonmarsh martial artists

from Sacred Wrym Summit, three notable figures had gathered in a rare meeting inside a tavern-Alloy of the Celestial Alliance, Cyrus

of the Hall of Gods’ planned invasion. Instead of leaving, they

had assembled the top fighters from across the globe and were determined to succeed. They assumed that even if these fighters couldn’t kill Arion, they could at least injure him or force him to fight at

however, was not as

them like a cat toying

fighters. When he finally took matters into his own

what they had just

wasn’t sure before, but now it’s clear-Arion really has

could aspire for, but it was unreachable-something

reach this level, yet only five had ever succeeded. Their existence was recorded only in historical texts,

real, and the battle

muttered, and his face clouded with despair. “It’s clear that ordinary people like us are