An Understated Dominance (Dustin Rhys)

George roared like thunder. His blade- like arms gleamed coldly and sliced through Abigail’s body with lightning speed. The speed of his momentum sent him skidding for about 25 feet before he finally cto a halt.

“This is what happens when you pissoff, bitch!” He turned and laughed maniacally with a fierce expression. He believed that strength mattered and not the useless poisonous mist or creature.

“Hey, what are you laughing at?” A clear, crisp voice rang out from the front.

George looked toward the voice and was surprised to see Abigail. She casually turned with a smirk as if she were looking at a fool.

“Hmm?” His smile faltered and was replaced by shock.

What happened? Hadn’t his blade already sliced through her neck? Why was there no sign of injury? Could he have missed it? That seemed impossible. His blade was as fast as lightning, and she hadn’t even moved. How could he have missed? What on earth had happened? “I’m not stopping until you’re dead!” George was frustrated and didn’t want to dwell on it, so he resolved to keep attacking.

If one strike weren’t enough, he would try two. If two weren’t enough, he would go for ten, a hundred, or even a thousand. No matter what, he was determined to make Abigail pay for her actions.

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With a flash of his blade arms, he moved like a blur and charged forward again. His body was tough and had an astonishing recovery rate.

As long as he wasn’t dead, he would keep fighting. He was ready to do whatever it took, even if it meant outlasting his enemy.

the approaching figure but didn’t flinch or dodge. She waved her hand, and three black iron balls shot out as they headed straight for George’s face.

encounters, he dared not strike them. Instead, he twisted his body and dodged. But

needles rained down and turned George into a human pincushion. His entire body was covered

ordinary grandmaster, but George was different. With his tough, resilient

flesh already rotting from

screamed again. His

Abigail interrupted him with one nasty trick after another. First,

most was how his once-impenetrable defenses had proven useless against these attacks. His defenses were breached, and he was poisoned as if these

relentless attacks, but it also meant he was

you! I swear I will!”

he didn’t even bother to remove the poisoned needles from his body.

die, he might as well fight with everything he had. He could endure countless blows, but if he could just find a single opening, he would rip Abigail to shreds. At least, that

big really makes you

George closed in on Abigail. With a swift motion, he swung the blade on his right arm

into a sneer. Instead of dodging, she extended her delicate hand