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.

or dodge. She waved her hand, and three black iron balls shot out as they headed straight for George’s face. These were the Dawson Clan’s

strike them. Instead, he twisted his body

into a human pincushion. His entire body

Blooms without any defense would likely be fatal for an ordinary grandmaster,

weren’t deadly, they were incredibly painful. With his flesh already rotting from the

His face

interrupted him with one nasty trick after another. First, it was the venomous snake, then the toxic mist, and now a barrage of poisoned

these attacks. His defenses were breached, and he was poisoned as if these assaults were tailor-made

despite the relentless attacks, but it also meant he was enduring pain that would be unbearable for ordinary

I swear I will!”

from his body. Driven mad with rage, he

fight with everything he had. He could endure countless blows, but

this poison and still standing? Guess being big really makes you tough,”

motion, he swung the blade on his right arm toward her neck with

dodging, she extended her