An Understated Dominance (Dustin Rhys)

The poisoned needles zipped through the air with blinding speed. They were impossible to avoid, and each was aimed directly at vital points. One hit meant certain death.

“Hmph! What a simple parlor trick.” The gray-robed elder, Aven Foyer, stood motionless.

A sudden burst of golden light flared around him. The needles struck the light but bounced away, which left him completely unharmed.

“Glow Incantation?” Marcell seemed to have expected this. He smirked but didn’t stop attacking.

With a quick motion, his hands moved in rapid succession. A new wave of poison needles poured out like a torrential storm and swept toward Aven.

“Get him!” Marcell shouted as he signaled his men to attack.

He knew well that the guardian of Sacred Wyrm Summit’s forbidden ground wasn’t someone he could take down alone. So, he had no choice but to overwhelm Aven with numbers.

“Kill him!”

Without hesitation, the two groups of men drew their weapons and charged toward Aven in a coordinated assault. Poisonous insects, deadly toxins, throwing darts, and hidden weapons rained down on him.

They weren’t just after the money they wanted the rare treasures hidden in the Forbidden Ground. Rumor had it that finding those treasures would set them up for life. They would never have to worry about food or money for generations.

Blinded by greed, these desperados threw caution to the wind. To achieve their goal, they were willing to use any means necessary.

asking for a death wish?” Aven’s eyes narrowed as he watched the assassins charging at

moment’s hesitation, he thrust both palms forward. Two bolts of purple lightning shot out and struck down the first

men met an even grislier fate than Danny. Their skin was charred black, and their flesh was mangled beyond

far beyond Oron’s. It was something no ordinary martial artist

deadly strike after another. Bolts of lightning struck the

armor or divine artifacts-were effective against Aven’s Stormcraft. Anyone hit by the lightning was as good as dead. Their counterattacks also had no effect

to the Forbidden Ground

be met with

half of the assassins were wiped out. Their charred bodies littered the ground,

assassins were paralyzed with fear and were too terrified to advance. Aven’s strength was far beyond anything they could have imagined. Their weapons

such overwhelming power, they hesitated, their greed replaced by fear. Though they craved the

slim chance of victory. But in

the hesitation in the group, Marcell immediately fired them

All of you-charge together! He’s almost out of energy. If we hold on a

group exchanged uncertain glances and

look, Marcell growled, “Do you want to die like cowards from the poison, or will you

spoken, their expressions hardened with determination. Before the mission, they had all taken the special poison

would be dead either way. So, risking their lives was better than dying without a fight.

down together!” With a roar, Marcell charged