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.

when Hank intervened. He swiftly turned to face him and countered with a decisive

rippling outward. Martial artists within a 30-feet radius

ten steps as his internal energy surged

Hank’s expression changed, and his composure wavered. He hadn’t expected Willard’s palm strike to be so

at his peak, he would be an unstoppable force. Being called the Wein Sage in the martial

you generously. Why are you betraying us?” Hank

turning against them in the middle of the battle, the

a fortune to infiltrate your Hall of Gods and sabotage your plans at a crucial moment. Technically, I’m not a traitor.

couldn’t use his 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

Willard, don’t forget-you drank

I kill you, that antidote

snarled. “Fine. Since you’re so stubborn, you leave me with

Hank ordered, “Everyone, listen up! Anyone who kills him

at Willard. In their eyes, he would

artists charged at him from every direction. Without hesitation, he drained his wine flask