An Understated Dominance (Dustin Rhys)

“Take a guess.” Willard didn’t answer. Instead, he took another sip from his flask.

His cultivation had been sealed, but his strength came from the wine in his hand. The wine was refined with valuable herbs and contained dense spiritual energy, which he could absorb and convert into combat power.

In short, every sip made him stronger. Even with his cultivation sealed, he could still execute powerful techniques.

“It’s the wine, isn’t it?” Garrett’s gaze landed on the flask, and a quick realization set in. Willard drank before and after every attack, which hinted at something suspicious.

“Bingo. But no prize for you.” Willard smirked and launched forward with a palm strike aimed at Garrett. Though his strength wasn’t at its peak, the attack remained a deadly threat to the already injured Garrett.

“Mr. Styles, save me.” Garrett knew he had no chance of blocking it and cried for help.

“Go to hell, traitor!” Hank saw the internal commotion unfold and threw a powerful punch at Willard without hesitation.

His cultivation had been sealed, but he had taken a valuable herb earlier. This herb granted him a temporary combat boost, but only for ten strikes. Once the effects wore off, he would be as vulnerable as the others.

He had intended to use it at a critical moment, either to defend himself or to turn the battle’s outcome. But with Garrett’s desperate cry drawing everyone’s attention, he couldn’t just stand idly by.

swiftly turned to face him and countered with a decisive palm

sent a shockwave rippling outward. Martial artists within a 30-feet radius

surged chaotically inside him. In contrast,

wavered. He hadn’t expected Willard’s palm strike to be so powerful that he couldn’t block

he would be an unstoppable force. Being called

of Gods has rewarded you generously. Why are you betraying us?”

the mission had already thrown him off guard. With Willard also turning against them

to infiltrate your Hall of Gods and sabotage your plans at a crucial moment.

internal energy at the moment. Instead, he had to draw on the spiritual energy in the wine to power his techniques. It temporarily boosted his strength, but things would get ugly fast once his wine ran out. So, he needed a quick, decisive fight to eliminate as many

a spy!” Hank gritted his teeth, and his face twisted with fury. Willard, don’t forget-you drank poison before this mission. Without my antidote, you’re as

I kill you, that antidote

second before he snarled. “Fine. Since you’re

his hand, Hank ordered, “Everyone, listen up! Anyone who kills

artists immediately changed targets and charged at Willard. In their eyes, he would be an easier opponent than Dustin. If they had a choice, they

laughter rang out, wild and taunting, as the martial artists charged at him from every direction. Without hesitation, he drained his wine flask in one gulp. Instantly, his face