An Understated Dominance by Marina Vittori

The battle between the Hall of Gods and Sacred Wrym Summit raged with unrelenting intensity.

The Hall of Gods had made meticulous preparations for this invasion. Besides recruiting powerful martial artists

from around the world, they also distributed valuable enhanced serums to everyone.

To counter Sacred Wrym Summit's Stormcraft technique, they developed a special combat suit capable of

resisting such attacks.

Generally, a divine martial artist struck by Stormcraft would instantly lose their combat ability, but this special

suit reduced the effectiveness of the attack by half. Even if struck, they could recover after a brief moment to

continue fighting. The defensive capabilities of this gear were nearly flawless.

In addition, their greatest strength was the sheer weight of their numbers.

They had at least ten thousand people, including hired outlaws, under their command. During the siege, they

were densely packed like a swarm of bees.

In contrast, Sacred Wrym Summit had only about a hundred people. Though each of them was highly skilled,

they were still outnumbered, and as the battle raged on, they began to fall behind.

Fortunately, the disciples of Sacred Wrym Summit fought with seamless coordination. Their formation allowed

them to hold their ground for a time. However, if their stamina were exhausted, the consequences would be

disastrous.

“Mr. Bailey, we've taken over nearly every outpost on Sacred Wrym Summit. The main hall is the only area

where sof them are still putting up a fight. But from the looks of it, they won't hold out much longer.” A god-

level expert dressed in black leaped onto the roof and delivered his report.

“What about Hank?” Bailey asked with an impassive expression. “How's the progress on his end?”

The plan was to attack from multiple fronts. One group would infiltrate the Forbidden Ground, another would

surround and kill the Sacred Wrym Summit experts, and the strongest group would ambush Arion. He aimed to

achieve the maximum result in the shortest tpossible.

“We haven't heard from Mr. Styles yet, but he’s well-prepared with contingency plans. I'm sure everything is

going smoothly,” the god-level expert dressed in black replied.

“This mission must not fail. Send two scouts to check and report back immediately if anything goes wrong,”

Bailey commanded.

“Yes, sir,” the god-level expert responded and gestured to two men, who immediately rushed toward the

Forbidden Ground.

At that moment, a blood-red figure materialized beside Bailey-it was Blood Devil Willem. “Bailey, we've already

brought the fight to their door. Why hasn't that old geezer made a move? Did he chicken out and run away?”

Bailey narrowed his eyes. “The so- called number one of Dragonmarsh wouldn't be a coward. Let's wait and see

what happens.”

The most daunting task in this mission was taking down Arion. For years, he had dominated the martial world of

Dragonmarsh and was regarded as a godlike existence. Clearly, such a title wasn’t given lightly.

With Sacred Wrym Summit in danger, there was no way Arion would simply run without putting up a fight.

“I say we need more bloodshed. Once we wipe out Sacred Wrym Summit, I'll bet that old geezer will crawl out of

hiding.” Willem grinned maliciously.

As his words fell, a distant, chilling voice suddenly echoed from above. ” Who dares speak of destroying the

Sacred Wrym Summit?”

It wasn’t loud but rang with an undeniable authority like thunderclaps. Everyone within a hundred-yard radius

felt a crushing weight, as though a mountain pressed down on their shoulders, making it hard to breathe.

“Hmm?”

Bailey and Willem both turned their heads in unison.

A figure stood atop a tree not far behind them-a plump man with a round belly stood with his hands behind his

back. He had a head full of silver hair and wore a simple, loose robe. His face looked warm and harmless, but the

immense pressure emanating from him was terrifying.

Without a doubt, the seemingly friendly man before them was the target they had cto kill-Arion Foyer.

In an instant, Bailey’s and Willem’s muscles tensed, assuming a combat stance. A flicker of surprise crossed their

faces. After waiting so long, they hadn't expected Arion to appear behind them silently.

As soon as Arion revealed his presence, multiple figures quickly emerged around him.

The Sword Sage of Kimboku, Anthony; the three top assassins of Eskus- Vanzan, Noir, and Shyvan; Batuul, the

Fist Sage of Alabastria; and several gods from the Hall of Gods. Including Bailey and Willem, there were more

than ten powerful figures.

Together, they surrounded Arion and cut off his escape route.

“Old geezer, | didn’t expect you to dare to show up. Do you not fear death?” Willem sneered with a wicked grin.

Arion stood atop the tree and looked down with a detached gaze as if observing an insignificant insect. ” Were

you the one aiming to wipe out the Sacred Wrym Summit earlier?”

“Yes, it's me. What about it?” Willem showed no fear. “Not only am | going to destroy Sacred Wrym Summit, but

I'm going to kill you too.”

“Bold words.” Arion suddenly smiled and gave him a thumbs-up. “I haven't fought in years, but | suppose you'll

do for a warm-up.”

As soon as the words left his mouth, he vanished. When he reappeared, he was directly in front of Willem.

He raised his hand and slapped Willem across the face. The sound of the impact echoed like a thunderclap.

Before Willem could register the strike, his body was launched like a missile, hurtling over 100 feet through the

air. He crashed through several large trees before slamming heavily into the ground.

Half of his face had caved in, and his features twisted beyond recognition, with blood pouring from his shattered

nose and mouth. The sight was brutal and horrifying.