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.

a death wish?” Aven’s eyes narrowed as he watched the assassins charging at him, and his patience

thrust both palms forward. Two bolts of purple lightning shot out and struck down the first few

flesh was mangled beyond recognition. By

level far beyond Oron’s. It was something no

after another. Bolts of lightning struck the attackers in rapid succession.

by the lightning was as good as dead. Their counterattacks also had

stood at the entrance to the Forbidden Ground like

be met with a

were wiped out. Their charred bodies littered the

far beyond anything they could have imagined. Their weapons and techniques were useless against him, while every strike

they hesitated, their greed replaced by fear. Though they craved the treasure, their instincts to

slim chance of victory. But

group, Marcell immediately fired them

If we hold on a little

group exchanged uncertain glances and looked

this mission, we’ll die.” With a menacing look, Marcell growled, “Do you want to die like cowards from the poison, or will you fight for your

special poison from the Hall of

dying without a fight. At least if they died, their families

my lead, and let’s take him down together!” With a roar,