An Understated Dominance (Dustin Rhys)

George’s brutal treatment of Jermaine’s body had already stirred up a lot of anger. As he stepped into the battle ring again, the spectators booed and cursed at him.

“Ugh! Just seeing this bastard makessick. I want to kill him.” “Disgusting heartless scum!” “He got away with it last time, but now he’s facing the Grand Sorceress of the Mystic Arts Order. Let’s see how he dies.

The spectators were furious as they shouted and cursed at George, but he didn’t care. His eyes were locked on Abigail, and his lips curled into a wicked grin. He couldn’t hide the lust in his gaze. “Tsk, tsk… Hey, gorgeous. Fighting is a man’s job. As a woman, your duty is to bear children.” His eyes roamed over her as he grinned wider. “Unfortunately, Dragonmarsh martial artists are weaklings. They don’t have what it takes to satisfy someone like you. But I can guarantee you’ll experience pure pleasure with me,” he said and laughed heartily.

His words were like a spark that ignited a wildfire, causing the spectators to erupt in a storm of curses. “Fucking bastard! I swear I’ll kill you.” “That damn scum is way too cocky. Enough is enough.” “I’ve had enough. I’m going to rip him to shreds today.” Angry shouts filled the air as the spectators seethed with anger. Publicly harassing a woman was already despicable, but to insult all Dragonmarsh martial artists along with it was even worse. George’s behavior had sparked public outrage.

Shouting insults was the mildest reaction. Shot-headed martial artists couldn’t hold back and were ready to throw punches. Their aggressive stances made it clear they were prepared to take George down for good.

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As they charged forward, the Sacred Wyrm Summit disciples intervened to keep things under control. Despite their own anger, they stayed composed. No matter what, the tournament’s progress couldn’t be disrupted. Those martial artists would have to settle it in the battle ring if they wanted to fight.

“What a bunch of losers!” George turned to glance at the Dragonmarsh martial artists below the ring, who were shouting and fuming. He didn’t flinch but smiled contemptuously. With a dismissive thumbs-down, he taunted them openly.

the edge. After all, a man could be killed but not

you in half.” “Bastard, prepare to die.” 2 A group of martial artists broke through the Sacred Wyrm Summit disciples’ blockade and charged

slowly clenched his fists. He

their path. Oron waved his left hand and unleashed a powerful gust of wind that sent all the martial artists on the

blue barrier instantly covered the battle ring. Anyone who touched it would feel like they were being electrocuted, their

off the ring. Whether it’s life or death doesn’t concern

consequences.” 11 George sneered without saying anything.

Oron

Want to experience my strength in a more personal way?” George

I cut out your tongue, gouge out your eyes, and castrate you,” she