An Understated Dominance (Dustin Rhys)

The sudden turn of events took everyone by surprise. No one had expected Arion to strike so suddenly; he was so fast that they couldn’t even see his movement.

Even Willem, renowned for his speed, couldn’t react in time. One slap had sent him flying-simple, brutal, and unstoppable.

At that moment, they finally realized that the seemingly harmless Arion was much more formidable than they had imagined.

Willem staggered to his feet and reached up to straighten his twisted neck. His collapsed cheek began to heal at a visible rate. Fortunately for him, vampires possessed extraordinary regenerative abilities. Without it, the slap would have crippled him.

“You’re strong for an old geezer, but it’ll take more than that to finish me off,” Willem hissed through clenched teeth. The bloodthirst in his eyes was unmistakable as he glared at Arion. If he could drain Arion’s blood, his strength would surge to unimaginable heights.

“Oh? This is interesting.” Arion raised an eyebrow with a faint smile.

“Go to hell, old geezer!” Willem snarled and sprang into action. He pushed off with his feet and turned into a blood-red shadow as he charged toward Arion.

With one hand behind his back, Arion didn’t move to dodge. Instead, he extended his right hand and lightly tapped the incoming shadow.

A loud crack split the air as a purple lightning bolt, as thick as a human thigh, shot out. The surrounding night sky lit up as the bolt streaked across it.

It was the signature technique of Sacred Wrym Summit-Stormcraft.

manage a lightning bolt as thick as his wrist. But Arion’s lightning bolt was as thick as

lightning struck the blood-red shadow with a crack and blasted it into pieces.

and their erratic movements made them hard to track. They scattered in all directions before swiftly regrouping and charging at Arion in relentless waves like a storm

sun, flared outward. Any bat that touched it was instantly knocked away. Before they even hit the ground,

Arion’s version carried offensive power. Any evil energy that came into contact

he looked even paler than before. The bats had been created from his own blood energy, and the golden light’s

you dare to claim you can destroy Sacred Wrym Summit?

once and for all!” Willem snarled. His fangs and claws were bared as he lunged at Arion like a wild

“Attack!”

to gain any advantage, Bailey immediately commanded the others to strike. In an instant, more than

His speed, power, and defenses set him apart from other ultimate grandmasters. His combat style was violent he used his

he relied on his fists as his main weapons. The difference was that Batuul’s fist mastery had reached perfection, which allowed each strike to pinpoint weak spots and shatter them with 100

and brutal, yet his technique had a hidden

was a

target’s life force. Even a minor cut from it would rapidly sap

assassins from