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.

a lightning bolt as thick as his wrist. But Arion’s lightning bolt was as thick as a thigh. This was no ordinary Stormcraft -it was like the wrath of the

a crack and blasted it into pieces. But then, something strange

in a dense mass, and their erratic movements made them hard to track. They scattered in all directions before swiftly regrouping and charging

that touched it was instantly knocked

Arion’s version carried offensive power. Any evil energy

paler than before. The bats had been created from his

you dare to claim you can destroy Sacred Wrym

His fangs and claws were bared as he lunged at

“Attack!”

any advantage, Bailey immediately commanded the others to strike. In

defenses set him apart from other ultimate grandmasters. His combat style was violent he used his hands

was that Batuul’s fist mastery had

were simple and brutal, yet his technique had a hidden precision that made it almost impossible

a

of draining the target’s life force. Even a minor cut from it would rapidly sap the victim’s

three top assassins from Eskus, each had their own