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.

he tightened his grip, the man’s body began to twist

don’t kill me. I surrender.” With his body moments away from being crushed, the man panicked and pleaded

late

struck by a cannonball. Chunks of

to possess such strength and had killed all

he had to guess, Dustin was undoubtedly a grandmaster

West Lucozia. He’d already uncovered most of the enforcement team’s

a single mention of the man before him. Since when did West

you, punk? Got the guts to say your name?” Mulder tightened his grip on his dagger, lowering his stance while

to the grandmaster level last year, and only because he had taken the Hall of Gods’ enhanced serum. Until now, he had never faced another grandmaster in combat. He had

Dustin could easily take down martial artists who had achieved divinity from a distance as if it were nothing… It was

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

and barked, “So what if you’re a grandmaster? That doesn’t mean you can beat me. And besides-I’m not

behind him and said gravely, “Sir Prescott, this brat is tough and not easy to

on Dustin. His frown deepened, and his expression grew

looked, the more familiar Dustin seemed. He was certain he had seen Dustin somewhere before-but no matter how hard he tried,

there