An Understated Dominance (Dustin Rhys)

Abigail moved with lightning speed, and her figure weaved in and out like a shadow. Her swift movements left a blur of afterimages that was hard for anyone watching to keep up.

On the contrary, Dustin stood still without making any movement.

“Fallen Fist!”

After closing in, she unleashed a flurry of strikes-dozens of black palm shadows slamming toward his body, and each one was like a bullet aimed at its target.

Abigail practiced a unique martial art, and it was imbued with voodoo-like properties that could kill anyone who made contact with her. But Dustin’s body was immune to all poisons, so it was a perfect counter to her deadly attack.

As the shadow palms closed in, he remained unshaken and thrust his palm forward.

A fierce gust of wind surged and ripped through the air with unrelenting force. It collided with the black palm shadows.

Abigail’s black palm shadows exploded. on impact and disintegrated into thick clouds of dark mist that quickly spread. Within moments, the mist engulfed nearly the entire battle ring and trapped them inside.

“What is this? Poison mist?”

“She attacked with internal energy but released poison mist. That’s a rather unusual technique.”

The spectators below murmured in surprise as they eyed the poison mist swirling around.

The use of poison was nothing unusual for the Mystic Arts Order. Unlike the Dawson Clan’s hidden weapons, the Mystic Arts Order’s poisons were far more devious and unpredictable. Many people who were poisoned didn’t even realize what had happened until it was too late.

If Dustin hadn’t sensed the threat in time and used his palm wind to dissipate the black palm shadows, he would have never had a chance to react once they closed in. When facing members of the Mystic Arts Order, staying on guard at all times was a must.

Abigail swam like a fish in the thick poison mist, and her movements were so fast that the spectators couldn’t even spot her. They could only see faint ripples in the air marking her path.

contrast, Dustin stood firm and used his

most toxins, he wasn’t about to take any chances.

“Springing Fist!”

flashed behind him, followed by a blast of

A burst of black poison mist exploded, and the shockwave rippled through the air, but there was no

and his protection armor energy lit up. He looked up to find Abigail, who had been right behind him just a moment ago, now hovering above

delivered a Springing Fist straight

lay in its subtlety-an invisible force that made it nearly impossible to defend

Sir. I nearly had you with that ambush.” Abigail smiles

an instant, her body shot upward like a fish leaping from

directly, based on cultivation alone, was a losing battle. Her

made some real

fooled. Abigail had learned how to mask her presence and had blended into the surroundings so well he hadn’t noticed anything. But he quickly realized her method must have something

ground hard, and his mystical pure

It dispersed the black poison mist in all directions, as though it was swept

instantly thwarted. As the mist cleared, she was only a few

a nervous

improved.” Dustin stood with his hands clasped

At this point, Abigail wasn’t about to keep her strength hidden. She called forth her

Phoenix materialized behind her. It looked

flames that pulsed with a sinister energy. Its piercing eyes gleamed a savage

the hell is

“Is that… a phoenix?”