An Understated Dominance (Dustin Rhys)

Mulder knew Warrick had been on the battlefield for years, and his physical strength was unmatched. On top of that, he was already halfway to becoming an ultimate grandmaster.

Even if Warrick couldn’t defeat the prodigious Logan, Mulder figured the difference wouldn’t be too big.

But he never expected Logan to take down Warrick with a single finger, leaving him severely injured and unable to stand. The difference in their strength was far beyond anything Mulder could have imagined.

In other words, Logan had been toying with them from the start and didn’t take the fight seriously. If he had, they would’ve all been dead.

Warrick clutched his chest and coughed up blood as he staggered to his feet. His chest was a charred ruin, the flesh torn open and slick with blood. It was an awful, gory mess.

“I didn’t expect you to be this strong. I underestimated you,” he growled.

He slowly raised his head, and his face twisted with a menacing look. “Guess I was just unlucky to fall into your hands today.

Go ahead, make it quick. Just finish me off.

True to his nature, even if he couldn’t win, he’d rather die than beg for mercy.

“Don’t worry. I’m not going to kill you yet. You’re still useful,” Dustin said.

With a flick of his wrist, three silver needles instantly shot out and pierced three of Warrick’s vital pressure points.

Warrick’s body shuddered, and he immediately went limp. His limbs became weak, and he couldn’t even move a finger.

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enraged when he realized he was immobilized. Even worse, his internal energy had been

are you panicking? I’ve only sealed your cultivation,” Dustin

about to grab Warrick when

noticeable, like one of the countless stars. But in a heartbeat, the glow expanded hundreds of

larger every passing second, its tail trailing behind in fiery red flames. At a glance, it resembled a falling star that

rumbled through the sky’as the blood-red

clouds churned violently. The air seemed to warp around its presence. A

sea froze, the winds came to a halt,

move or feel their

“Hmm?”

his head. As he gazed up at the falling blood-red moon, he felt a weight of pressure. He quickly raised his hand and formed a protective barrier above his

moon, nearly 30 feet in diameter, crashed into the barrier with

ground shook violently as a shockwave of immense energy rippled outward from the impact. The once-frozen sea erupted into chaos, and the still winds morphed into a violent

through the air like ragdolls. They were blown more than 30 feet away and slammed hard into the ground. Their already

they found themselves oddly more accustomed to their current state.

the blood-red moon crashed down, they felt as though

boats docked near

what unfolded before Warrick and the others

crashed, a massive crater-about 100