An Understated Dominance by Marina Vittori

“You had your chance. Don’t blame me for what happens next,” Dustin said.

With a slight squeeze of his fingers, the steel blades clamped between them shattered with a sharp clang.

Before the two Hall of Gods members could even react, Dustin waved his hand.

The two men were sent flying as if they’d been hit by a truck, hurtling over 30 feet through the air. Blood sprayed from their mouths and noses before they hit the ground. They were critically injured and on the verge of death.

Dustin slowly turned his head and looked at the man who had just tried to ambush him.

The man glanced at the broken sword in his hand, then at Dustin, who looked utterly unfazed. He hesitated for a split second-then bolted.

With a powerful leap, he dove straight for the sea. He knew Dustin’s strength was on a completely different level. There was no chance of outrunning him on land, so the only hope was to disappear into the water.

It might have worked-if not for what happened next.

Just before he hit the water, an invisible force locked him in place. His arms and legs could still move. But no matter how hard he struggled, he couldn’t drop another inc. It was as if some unseen hand had him in an iron grip. Then, to his horror, he felt himself rising farther from the sea.

“Did you really think you could escape?” Dustin said as he made a grasping motion.

yanked the man back. As he tightened his grip, the man’s body began

his body moments away from

too late

a cannonball. Chunks of blood and flesh rained down into

to possess such strength and had killed all his subordinates in a

guess, Dustin

Mulder had intel on every fighter in West Lucozia.

him. Since when did West Lucozia

say your name?” Mulder tightened his grip on his dagger, lowering his stance while

Gods’ enhanced serum. Until now, he had never faced another grandmaster in combat. He had no idea how

Dustin’s abilities. Dustin could easily take down martial artists who had achieved divinity from a

off the dust from his clothes and said indifferently, “Someone asked me not to kill you right away. He wants to do it

you’re a grandmaster? That doesn’t mean you can beat me. And besides-I’m not

turned to the man behind him and said gravely, “Sir Prescott, this brat is tough and not easy to deal with. If we work together, we can take him

respond, and his eyes were locked on Dustin. His frown deepened,

He was certain he had seen Dustin somewhere before-but no matter how

Prescott!” Seeing that there was no response, Mulder raised his