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

outward. Martial artists within a 30-feet radius were sent flying through the air by the sheer force

as his internal energy surged

expected Willard’s palm strike to be

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

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

turning against them in the middle of the battle, the situation had

from his flask. “I hate to break it to you, but someone paid me a fortune to infiltrate your Hall of Gods and sabotage your plans at a crucial moment. Technically, I’m not a traitor. I’m more like an undercover

wine to power his techniques. It temporarily boosted his

spy!” Hank gritted his teeth, and his face twisted with fury. Willard, don’t forget-you drank poison before this mission.

I kill you, that antidote is mine, right?” Willard

Hank’s expression faltered for a split second before he snarled. “Fine. Since you’re so stubborn, you leave me with no

of his hand, Hank ordered, “Everyone, listen

In their eyes, he would be

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