An Understated Dominance (Dustin Rhys)

As the sun dipped below the horizon and night descended, Bailey, known as the Grizz Lord, was 30 miles from the Sacred Wrym Summit in a secluded mountain villa.

Seated at the dining table, he feasted on meat and gulped down the wine. His mouth was gleaming with grease.

The 16-foot-long table was filled with a variety of meats. At the center was a giant cow’s head, with its cooked and reassembled body behind it.

There were also suckling pigs, whole lambs, chickens, ducks, fish, and other meats surrounding it. The table was filled with 30 to 40 different types of meat without any vegetables.

Bailey grabbed different pieces of meat and stuffed them into his mouth with incredible speed. He devoured them like a ravenous beast.

The two maids standing nearby watched in astonishment as hundreds of pounds of meat disappeared before their eyes as he wolfed them down in large pieces.

This amount of meat could have fed over 100 people, but he could have polished it off at the rate he was eating. His appetite was truly terrifying.

The maids couldn’t resist wondering who could eat several hundred pounds of meat in one sitting. Was such a person even human?

Just as Bailey was stuffing himself, a handsome man of mixed heritage entered the room and greeted respectfully, “Hello, Mr. Bailey.”

“Hank, you arrived just in time. The meat tasted great today. Come on over and have some,” Bailey said, glancing up before diving back into his food.

but I’ve already eaten,” Hank

Bailey

for me, Mr.

something. “Oh! Right! I did have something to discuss with you, but I was so caught up enjoying

regained his composure. He seemed used to Bailey’s forgetfulness. “What instructions do you have for me, Mr. Bailey?” he

eating and took the hot towel handed by the maid to wipe his hands and mouth. “You know why the Hall of Gods

publicly lower the morale of

speak frankly. Dragonmarsh is filled with skilled experts and rising talents. Given our current capabilities, it would be tough for us to win in

he knew that the nation’s martial arts skills were

of Gods had was the internal strife within the Dragonmarsh martial community, which prevented them from uniting. Otherwise, invading Dragonmarsh

I’ve arranged for three experts to assist you. Their

these experts?” Hank

Bailey

walked in one

over six and a half feet

a suit that conveyed an air of nobility

middle-aged man with glasses and dressed in a clerical robe. He had a Streuquan face and wore a friendly smile. A cross hung from his neck, and