An Understated Dominance (Dustin Rhys)

“Open up!” Danny roared as he slammed his fist into the bronze door.

A surge of internal energy exploded from his body.

The door shook with a deafening boom, and dust scattered, but nothing unusual happened. The symbols on its surface flickered briefly before fading.

“Hmm?” Danny froze as he stared at the undamaged door in disbelief.

With his natural strength and the power his techniques granted him, he had expected the bronze door to shatter easily. But what he saw before him completely defied his expectations.

The murmurs behind him only added to his unease. He had boasted so confidently about smashing the door open, yet it hadn’t budged an inch. His face flushed with embarrassment.

“I don’t believe it!” Danny took a deep breath and channeled all his internal energy into his fists before striking the bronze door again.

Another loud crash echoed as the bronze door trembled, and the dust fell off. The mysterious symbols on the door glowed once more. Like before, the door remained intact, but his fist was numb from the impact.

Marcell frowned at the sight. He had expected Danny to be a formidable ally, but now it seemed he couldn’t even break a door.

“What’s wrong with Mr. Gallagher? Did he forget to eat? His punch was weak.”

“They say Danny’s got godlike strength, but from what I’m seeing, it doesn’t look so impressive.”

The two teams started murmuring among themselves and questioned Danny’s abilities. In their line of work, strength was everything.

Hall of Gods had been a vote of confidence in

I’m going to

that the bronze door still hadn’t moved, Danny’s rage boiled over, and his fists began to rain down like a storm. With every punch, the door’s symbols would light

energy in a raw

boiling point. How could he ever

book. He had given it his all, and now he was out of options. It was clear-this bronze door couldn’t be broken through with

the door suddenly trembled. The mysterious symbols on it lit up and swirled like tadpoles in every direction. What had been a jumbled

door slowly opened and parted

a a moment, then broke into a wide grin. Turning to the group behind him, he shouted, “It’s open! The door’s open! I busted

crap! Mr. Gallagher, you’re

up with

It seemed Danny wasn’t entirely useless after

to be indestructible. Guess I

victory, something unexpected happened. A bolt of purple lightning

as if hit by a freight train. He tumbled

stood frozen and was stunned by the

they saw his body scorched black. His chest was a gruesome mess of burned flesh and blood, and he twitched uncontrollably on the ground as if a bolt of

expression turned grim as his sharp gaze swept

elderly man dressed in tattered gray robes stepped out. His disheveled