An Understated Dominance (Dustin Rhys)

Abigail pushed off the ground and shot into the air. She quickly caught up to George as his burly frbegan to descend. She lifted her long leg high and brought it down like a battle ax, striking his back with force.

The impact was explosive. George, falling face-first, immediately flipped and crashed toward the battle ring like a soccer ball. As he fell, he spat another mouthful of blood.

His burly frslammed into the hard ground with a bone-jarring impact. The force of the collision created a deep, human-shaped crater in the ring. Dust and debris exploded into the air, and rocks flew everywhere.

Despite George’s incredible defense, the force of the blow fractured his bones, displaced his organs, and left him seriously injured.

His defense would have seemed nearly unbeatable if facing an ordinary grandmaster. But Abigail wasn’t just any grandmaster. She was an ultimate grandmaster and had awakened the Phoenix bloodline.

Every punch and kick she delivered carried lethal strength that could crush a grandmaster. Yet, George could withstand even a few of her blows and still be alive, which was already beyond exceptional.

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“It’s not over yet!” Just as George struggled to climb out of the crater, a devilish voice echoed.

The next moment, Abigail’s fist slammed into his face. He was knocked back to the ground. His body hit the floor hard enough to make the battle ring tremble. His nose and mouth were crooked, teeth flying, his vision spinning as everything around him blurred.

into the pit and looked at him with a

her fist into his face

kill me?”

that all you’ve

face like a relentless storm as she continued to punch him.

pulp, and blood splattered everywhere. At first, he reacted with grunts of pain, but soon

the dull thud of Abigail’s punches landing. After an indeterminate amount of time, she finally stopped. When she emerged from the pit, covered in blood, George had already been

and half of his body had been obliterated. What remained above his waist was just

of bad luck!” Abigail spat on George’s lifeless body. Then, she wiped the blood from her face and

nothing but a mess, the outcwas clear.

Abigail, whose beauty was renowned, left smen in the stand feeling shivered run down their spine. They had been somewhat flippant when she

felt uneasy and guilty. They realized that when she took action, she

they shuddered to think what would

shouted. The booming voice instantly broke the silence. The applause roared like thunder, and