An Understated Dominance by Marina Vittori (official version)

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“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 in this art controlled one or two weapons at most.

However, Dustin’s ability to manipulate dozens of blades simultaneously was unheard of, making it evident that he

was no ordinary opponent.

“You don’t even qualify to ask for my name,” Dustin retorted coldly.

“Being a former captain of the Black Dragon Army and now working as a lackey here, you’ve truly brought shame

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to the Black Dragon Army.”

“Shut up! Who do you think you are? How dare you dictate to me? Even if you’re skilled in object manipulation arts,

so what? Countless extraordinary individuals have died under my blade, and today will be no exception. Prepare to

die!”

Rowan was furious and embarrassed. He drew his sword.

With a couple of quick steps and a powerful leap, he aimed a formidable strike at Dustin’s head. Thanks to the

resources provided by the Vern family, Rowan was now halfway to becoming a grandmaster. Once he unleashed his

swordsmanship, even facing a grandmaster martial artist would not be a challenge.

“Ignorant fool!”

Dustin snorted and pointed his finger into the air.

A white light shot out and pierced through Rowan’s body.

“Ah!” Rowan screamed.

He fell from the sky in a chaotic tumble, as though he was struck mid- air. A fist-sized hole appeared between his

chest and abdomen. Blood spurt out incessantly.

“Huh?”

The crowd erupted in shock once again. Rowan, renowned and powerful, a former captain of the Black Dragon

Army and a top enforcer for the Vern family, had been defeated with a single move. It seemed beyond belief.

“How-How can you be so strong? Are you a grandmaster martial artist?” Rowan asked shakily as he clutched his

wound.

In West Lucozia, where martial arts were highly regarded, there were many martial artist masters. But individuals

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as young as Dustin who reached the level of a grandmaster were extremely rare. Such prodigies were usually

either intensely cultivated by the military, or fiercely sought after by major aristocratic families. They couldn’t stay

unknown.

“I’ll ask one last time-where is she?”

Dustin’s eyes remained cold.

Rowan remained silent. He directed his gaze toward Russo.

“What … Why are you looking at me? He’s asking you!” Russo, pale and trembling, stammered.

When Rowan and his men had arrived, Russo had thought victory was assured. In the blink of an eye, Rowan, along

with the Vern family guards, now lay dead or injured. They were unable to stand. It was at this moment that Russo

realized he had kicked a hornet’s nest.