Chapter 1228 by Marina Vittori
An Understated Dominance
An Understated Dominance by Marina Vittori Chapter 1228
With a serious look on his face, Vlad commanded his martial artist masters to advance.
âClear the way! Iâll handle this!â
Suddenly, a large, muscular man sprang into action. He charged at Dustin with unstoppable determination. In the middle of his charge, he unleashed a powerful punch known as the âMad Bull Fistâ.
âFergus Zane doesnât mess around; he pulled off his best move right from the start.â
âI couldnât even block that punch; how can that skinny guy stand a chance?â âIf this kid goes down to Fergusâ special move, heâs in for some tough luck.â
The martial artists chuckled, clearly entertained by the unfolding scene. Among them, Fergus wasnât the strongest, but he had a respectable reputation. Going up against him meant trouble for most ordinary martial artists.
âGet lost!â Dustin paid no attention to the muscular manâs attack. He delivered a mighty punch of his own and striked first.
The muscular manâs body burst like a watermelon hit by a cannonball, disintegrating into a spray of blood.
âAh?â
The martial artists were stunned, their eyes widened in disbelief. Fergus, a renowned figure in the martial world, had been defeated with a single punch. They couldnât understand how this had happened.
âDamn! It seems weâve got a formidable opponent. Everyone, get ready to attack together!â
After a moment of shock, the martial artists became serious. They realized they couldnât win in one-on-one battles. Their only chance was to overwhelm Dustin with their sheer numbers.
âTake him down!â Unable to contain himself, Vlad shouted, âAttack!â
The martial artists exchanged determined glances and rushed at Dustin as a group, fully committed to bringing him down.
âAnyone who gets in my way wonât last! Dustinâs eyes flashed with hostility as he fearlessly charged into the group, cutting them down in all directions. Those who attempted to block him were severely injured or met their end, as they proved no match for his strength.
Screams echoed continuously, but their numerical advantage proved futile in the face of overwhelming power. In just a few minutes, twenty or thirty martial artist masters lay defeated on the ground.
âWhat?â Vladâs face turned pale, and his hair stood on end. The elite fighters he had trained for years had been effortlessly defeated. He couldnât help but wonder what kind of monster Dustin was.
Dustin brutally crushed a martial artistâs head underfoot with a resounding thud, his eyes filled with a savage and bloodthirsty glare.
He turned to Vlad and said, âNow, itâs your turn!â