An Understated Dominance By Marina Vittori

“You knew object manipulation arts? Who the heck are you?” Rowan furrowed his brow. He assumed a stance that indicated that he was confronting a formidable adversary. The art of object manipulation was one of the Eight Miraculous Arts. It was an exceptionally rare skill beyond the reach of ordinary martial artists. Typically, those proficient […]

“Rowan! Quick, save me!” Russo yelled as reinforcements arrived. “Huh?” Rowan squinted, visibly surprised. “Mr. Vern? How did you get into this mess?” “Damn it! It’s all this guy’s doing!” Russo pointed at Dustin with resentment. “This audacious punk dared to break my limbs. Today, you must help me seek revenge!” “Rest assured, Mr. Vern.

A crash echoed through the air. In a swift motion, Dustin’s hand propelled the noble scion several feet away. He crashed heavily into the wall with an uncertain fate. The remaining nobles wore expressions of shock but refrained from expressing their anger. Dustin’s martial prowess was apparent. They had no choice but to bide their

The room echoed with a thunderous crash as Dustin forcefully drove Russo’s head beneath the shattered remnants of the glass table. Blood adorned Russo’s face, and his cries of pain reverberated through the room. A wave of surprise seized everyone. They were taken aback by the audacious assault on Russo. They tried to process the

Dustin wordlessly ascended the stairs. Then, he sat across from Russo with his legs casually crossed. Russo’s irritation flared at this unabashed display. “Hey! Kid! Who do you think you are? Did I invite you to sit?” He glared at Dustin, visibly annoyed. “Are you Russo?” Dustin inquired straightforwardly, pouring himself a drink. “Outrageous!” “Bold!” “How

Half an hour later, an SUV pulled up outside Russo Lounge. Dustin and Grace, adeptly disguised, emerged confidently. They were indifferent to the risk of their covers being blown. Russo Lounge, boasting a substantial size, had a line forming outside. Fortunately, Dustin and Grace navigated smoothly with the assistance of the undercover agents. They gained

“Alright.” Lucas nodded, acknowledging the reality of his ailing leg. Joining the action in his current condition would be more of a hindrance than help. He’d end up a liability. “By the way, Mr. Ashen, do you have a photo of your sister? Let us take a look to avoid any confusion,” Dustin said. “Sure,

Dustin’s pledge stirred a deep sense of gratitude within Lucas. Lucas said, “If you can genuinely assist in rescuing my sister and seeking retribution for my mother, I will forever be in your debt. I’m more than willing to repay your kindness in any way possible.” He felt overwhelmed and instinctively inclined to bow. Interrupting

“Even if I can’t handle it, isn’t the Prince of West Lucozia there for such matters? Their influence can’t possibly overshadow the West Lucozian monarchy, can it?” Dustin asked. Lucas wore a mournful expression. “It’s not as straightforward as you might think. Those bullies have deep ties with high-ranking officials and the West Lucozian monarchy.

Dustin raised an eyebrow as he took in the information on the tombstone. He was surprised that the name etched on it belonged to Leo Ashen, the former Vice General of the renowned Black Dragon Army’s vanguard. The vanguard army was composed of elite soldiers that were chosen with meticulous care. Attaining the rank of