An Understated Dominance (Dustin Rhys)

“What the hell happened to George? He was defeated by the phantom without putting up a fight. What a disgrace!” Bill scowled at the battered George in the battle ring.

Everyone said George was strong and had incredible physical power. Yet, he couldn’t even handle a weak martial artist from Dragonmarsh. What a joke!

“There’s something off about that Dragonmarsh martial artist,” Jeremiah said earnestly.

He continued, “His attacks are extraordinary. They bypass physical defenses and protective barriers to strike the target’s soul. Unfortunately, that is Mr. Burroughs’ weak spot.”

They had expected George to win easily, but he met his nemesis, and the situation looked grim.

“Soul-targeting attacks? Isn’t that similar to vampires’ mind control?” Bill said indifferently.

He went on, “It may seem impressive, but it’s only effective against those with weak mental strength. It’s useless against a strong opponent.

“The problem is George’s mental strength is so weak that he’s even worse off than a human. If it were me, I’d kill the opponent in seconds.”

“This isn’t the time to gloat. If he dies in the ring, it will severely impact our plan. We need to find a way to help him, “Jeremiah said.

“It’s easy. His opponent might have strong mental power, but he’s physically weak. If George can get close to him, one punch should be enough to kill him,” Bill said.

condition, who knows if he can even

matter the outcome, we must give it a

forward and focused his voice into a narrow, precise whisper to transmit his message to George in the battle ring. His lips moved slightly, but it

around. His eyes burned

can get up?” Jermaine raised an eyebrow in surprise as he watched George

and immobilized after a single hit from the Phantom Reaper technique. But George was still going strong after taking two hits. It seemed being

eyes locked on Jermaine. His legs bent slightly, his body lowered, and his every muscle tensed. His stance

don’t know when to quit.” Jermaine sneered, and his killing intent

a force that left a crater behind. He shot forward like

he’s fast!” Jermaine’s eyes widened

directed it toward George. This technique could instantly disable the target’s

“Die!”

him, George didn’t flinch. He channeled all his energy and threw a powerful

directed the phantom to collide with the red fist

sharp crack echoed through the

into pieces. But the phantom continued relentlessly toward George and passed

screamed in agony and collapsed on the spot. His body slid forward several feet before