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.

narrowed as he watched the assassins charging

of purple lightning shot out and struck down the

and their flesh was mangled beyond recognition. By the time their bodies hit the ground, they

mastery of Stormcraft was on a level far beyond Oron’s. It was something no ordinary martial artist could

Bolts of lightning struck the attackers in rapid succession. The air crackled with thunder, mixed with their agonized

of their defenses-energy armor or divine artifacts-were effective against Aven’s Stormcraft. Anyone hit by the lightning was as

the entrance to the Forbidden Ground like a

would be

half of the assassins were wiped out. Their charred bodies littered the ground, and the stench of burning flesh

Aven’s strength was far beyond anything they could

they hesitated, their greed replaced by fear.

been a slim chance of victory. But in this

the hesitation in the group, Marcell immediately fired

we hold on a little longer, we can win this. Once we take

uncertain glances and

the poison. If we don’t finish this mission, we’ll die.” With a menacing look, Marcell growled, “Do you want to die like cowards from

mission, they had all taken the special poison from the Hall of Gods. Only by completing their mission would they be able to get

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

let’s take him down